The Vraenor Empire

[AceSorcerer]

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The emperor had not expected complacency to be so easily instilled. Were all the other nobles so easily swayed? Show of military force or not, it was a tad troubling. These people seemed to have no patriotism, no pride in themselves. This could not be easily rectified, but the emperor knew how to swell the pride of his people. The pride of Vraenor was fairly infectious amongst those who were forcefully immigrated to the land, so perhaps it would be a similar case here.

But, for now, he would rebuild the city as he saw fit. It would be a jumping-off point for his military should he need to do so before the reclamation of Beo. For now, diplomacy was in his sights. Shaodor came first, and the sun-touched elf would likely provide him with the opportunity he needed, although perhaps not as a guest or a captive. But that would need to wait for a while.

For the time being, he whispered into the Spymaster's ear, giving her the order to prepare a room that they may begin sorting through the nobles. Kieran himself would join soon enough, he simply had to meet with the fortress' staff first, which only took half an hour as thing were made clear with the staff rather quickly, the headmaid and the steward were rather... amenable to their new situation, regardless of the way the previous management had vacated. They would be thoroughly vetted by the Lefthand's network soon enough, but for now the time being they would have to be given a shred of trust. With a pop in his neck, the emperor opened a door guarded by two of his elite soldiers, wherein he found the Hands sitting behind a large desk. It seemed that the old lord's study was their choice. Fiitingly enough, it seemed.

The wall behind the desk was a large window, beneath which was a small dresser-table flanked by bookcases on either side, which flowed to fill the left wall. The opposite was covered in maps with a chifferobe and a display cabinet beside it. Another small table stood beneath the maps, which offered great insight into the local landscape. The wall by the door was barren safe for a suit of armor to the left and a couch to the right, whereas the wooden floor was covered by a room-wide rug. The trio sat in upholstered chairs behind the desk as the emperor took the center seat, calling in the nobles and officials one at a time as they began their work.

In the end, a third of them remainded in their positions. A sixth were given honors, a sixth were executed for what turned out to be various crimes, including wrongfully convicting individuals into slavery for thousands of gold coins apiece. It sickened him. A quarter of those were stripped of their nobel rank and accolades, while the remainder retired and passed on their titles to their next-of-kin. There remained but one person left to deal with- the elf. The man had some ideas, but time was needed. This would take a great deal of work, but still, he had to begin.

As the hour of twilight began to shine behind them, the emperor gave the guards their instuctions. With the elf, their first true ventures into foreign diplomacy would begin.
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With a slight bow of her head and a murmur of acknowledgment to the Emperor, Lucretia gave the assembly one final sweep with her calculating gaze, then turned and strode purposefully from the room to do as she was bidden, without bothering to see if the General cared to join her or not. With the Hall being so completely taken over and the majority of its usual occupants having been rounded up, the halls were empty of servants and staff, replaced with intermittent Vraenoran guards.

Without ceremony, Lucretia marched through a good quarter of the building, throwing open each door she came to and barging in to give every room a cursory appraisal. Within a few short minutes, she found herself at the threshold of a study - no doubt that of the late Lord. At first glance, she sniffed in disapproval. The space had a sort of... familiarity about it, a sense of relaxation that was entirely unsuitable for a person of influence. "What purpose could a couch possibly serve in matters of state?" she wondered aloud.

"Comfort, dear Spymaster."

For what other purpose did the plush carpeting and polished wooden displays have? The esteemed Lord of Ildir was a disgustingly extravagant man with a poorly maintained army. It was no wonder Vraenoran soldiers had torn through their defenses with such ease.

Arterion scoffed. Perhaps he'd ask Kieran for permission to redecorate.

"Noblemen," Arterion continued, voice a deep, amused hum. "You know how they are. Too much work can be terribly hard on them."

"Positively damaging to their health, one might think," Lucretia responded dryly. "Well, I don't think we'll need to make too many drastic changes, maybe move another chair or two behind the desk...." As she spoke, she casually reached over to push the door closed. When the latch clicked, she smiled - just slightly, a faint upward curve of her lips. "But other than that, I do believe we have the room to ourselves."

"So we do," he murmured thoughtfully, eyes distant beneath the smooth angles of his helmet. "Convenient."

They had little time together with the Emperor on his way, Arterion realized. In any case, he had better make the moment count, so Arterion undid the clasps on his helmet and pulled it free to expose his face. He was remarkably well kept even after the battle, save for the few strands of dark hair that fell free of their tie.

He peered down at her, his own faint smile mirroring hers. "What then? Have you a tale to regale me with?"

She stepped closer, eyes gleaming with benign mischief as she allowed herself to truly look at him for the first time in what felt like ages, but had more likely been only a day. "I suppose that depends - what sort of tale would you like to be regaled with, my Lord? And more importantly, will I be properly compensated for providing it?"

He cocked his head to one side. His smirk twisted into a mock frown, a marvelous imitation of a wounded man. "Do you truly think me a scoundrel who would leave you without repayment? I'm hurt."

What tale did he desire? A tragedy, or perhaps a legend made new with Lucretia's unique... expression.

"Might you tell me of the exploits of one Lucretia le Torneau? I've heard a great many things."

She chuckled softly. "Ah, now there's a story with many, many a different version." She moved to seat herself on the couch, gesturing for him to join her.

"My favourite has always been the one where she started out as a wretched orphan left to survive by no more than the merit of her wits, although a close second would be her more intriguing beginnings as the apprentice of a well-established Spymaster who she used as long as it suited her, and then betrayed... but I'm sure you've heard all those before." She hesitated for a moment to gather her thoughts before going on.

"Did you ever hear the rumour that she spent a good many years passing herself off as a long lost Shaodoran heiress?"

Her laughter, soft as it was, rang like music in his ears, soothing the battle-ready tension in his shoulders. One long stride brought Arterion to the couch, which he eyed with consideration before joining Lucretia. It sank beneath his weight and caught on the sharp edges of his armor.

"Clever woman," he mused, leaning back into the sofa's plush backing.

Arterion's arm curled around the back of the sofa as he turned to face her. He leaned in. "I've heard. What tricks must she possess, to have fared so well through that misery? Did she charm the noblemen with her looks or her wit?"

For a moment, Arterion appeared distant, thoughtful. "Both, I'd assume. She's always handled her assets well."

"You are too kind," she replied, shaking her head ever so slightly. "I'm afraid the credit isn't entirely hers - nobleman are easier marks than most. They have more to lose and find it easier to reach for spectacular rewards. Taunt them with either and.... well. I'm sure you can infer the rest."

Her posture relaxed as she leaned back, allowing one of her hands to drift over in search of his. "At any rate, the story has a version that I much prefer. In that version, she was actually born to the noble life, although not as some grand heiress; supposedly, she was the youngest daughter in a large family of no particularly great consequence. I suspect that her position would have allowed for a great deal of anonymity, the sort of role that no one of any real importance would ever stop to consider twice - making it perfect as a place to begin practicing her craft."

She sighed dramatically, her tone adopting a wistful cadence. "But alas, surely such a beginning as that is too good to be...." she smiled wryly, "true."

Eyes drifting closed to the lull of her voice, Arterion's own hand met hers halfway and gripped firmly. "Spymaster," he began, peeking out from under heavy lids. "You don't suppose our dear Lucretia would mind my saying that you are positively bewitching?"

The smooth leather of his glove traced lightly over the back of her hand, and once more his eyes sought hers. Even to him she was hard to read, an enigma he delighted in unraveling-- or, in truth, trying to unravel. There was more depth to her than there ever would be to him..

Fine enough by him. She had enough mysteries deal with without him to muddy the waters.

"So," he pulled her toward him, "how might I provide you compensation for such a tale?"

"Hmm," she mused teasingly, savouring the closeness between them, "As much as I'd like to make some outrageous request that we'll both seriously regret, how about... something simple. But a little risky." She flashed him a smile, tipping her head back just slightly to meet his eyes. "You seem like quite the influential man, my Lord. How about if you owe me a favour that I can collect at a more.... convenient time?"

Arterion sighed. "Ah, very well. My word only carries so far, but if you can find it of use, then so be it." He lowered his head as if he were bowing, like they'd made a pact. How very dramatic of him.

"And just like that, the magic is gone." He chuckled. "Well, it was enjoyable. I missed you."

"Mmm," Lucretia purred softly, allowing her head to rest lightly on his armored shoulder, "I'm glad to hear it. I'd be loosing my bewitching touch if you didn't." She craned her neck slightly to peer up at him, her voice softening. "I missed you too. It's been.... getting harder, I suppose. Maintaining a distance."

"And what a shame that would be."

It had become... troublesome for him, who could only watch her from afar, sharing nothing more than formal greetings. How shamed he felt, to be so afraid that he had to hide from his oldest friend.

Heaving a weary sigh, Arterion pulled her close, carefully twisted his body as to avoid harming her with the sharp edges of his armor. His free hand curled around the back of her neck, thumb stroking the smooth skin beneath her eye.

"Things will change," he said, pressing a kiss to her brow. "We won't be hiding forever, I promise you that."

With a faint sigh, she relaxed into his touch, allowing her eyes to close slightly. "I pray that it will be so. But...." she trailed off, raising her hand to gently brush his cheek, "I would have you know that even if we must hide for the rest of our lives, whatever we forge together in stolen moments will be worthwhile."

With a subtle movement of her other hand, she reached into a well concealed pocket and slipped out a small tin, which she pressed into Arterion's palm. "Here - a little something I put together for you before I arrived. They aren't likely still fresh, but I hope you enjoy them anyway."

"You're too kind," he said. He accepted the gift courteously. "I've nothing to give you in return. Give me time and I'm sure I'll find something."

Arterion gave her one more long look as footsteps outside the door grew closer. He pushed himself to his feet, and held out a hand for Lucretia.

"Come. We've got a lot ahead of us."

 

[AceSorcerer]

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"My lord, we've received a message through a scrying network- refugees are saying that Ildir has been conquered by the..."

"By whom? Out with it!"

"By the Vraenorans, my lord. They say the Wall has been breached in multiple locations and they poured into the city en masse. They could mount no defense. The city is now under their emperor's control. What should we do, my lord?"

A silence persisted, until the enthroned figure spoke again.

"How long would it take my personal brigade to reach Ildir?"

"Seven days, my lord."

"And the expeditionary forces?"

"Three days, sir."

"Send Iphemus with them. They are not to engage until I arrive. Put some pressure on this would-be warlord until we can find a more diplomatic solution."

"...Are you certain, my lord?"

"I am, commander."

"As you wish. I will have the expeditionary forces and the royal brigade prepared to march at dawn."

"Very well. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to draw up the war maps."

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While many nobles were seen, those who were forced to wait, and a few even attempted to escape, which were foiled by the spymaster's adept agents. There was some shouting, but that could be dealt with later. Soon enough, the commonfolk and the soldiers that evaded capture and surrender began forming a mob outsite the fortress gates. Not yet a violent mob, close as they were, the seemed to be led by a man who was missing his hands and part of his forearms. He called out, the semi-disgraced man claiming to be the last true noble, having used portions of his wealth to rally the mob in attempt to make a better lot for himself in this new regime. The soldiers who were part of the mob, however, were those of his personal retinue who had found him near-death.

The was a large cry as they demanded to speak to the highest remaining Ildran official within the building. In this case, it would be the colonel's turn to make himself known. The Vraenoran forces still had their orders not kill innocent civilians, but the list of casualties would have to increase if this dissident fool wasn't put down. His wealth came from seedier affairs, but his ledgers were hidden from public eyes. All he cared about was the safety of his fortune as the agent knew- this was just a ploy to increase his standing.

He demanded that he see the highest military officer available, as well as any other senior staff available so he could make his demands and the demands of the citizens.

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[RedArmyShogun]

Eisen Gustav​

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After a rather uneventful meeting with de facto Commander-in-Chief, Gustav found himself given the Rank of Full Colonel in the Imperial Army, responsible for the reorganization and integration of Ildir's remaining forces. Having no discussion with the general after the fact, Gustav's own plan was to organize a formation of Mounted Heavy Infantry, size dependent on how many troops were available. Siege warfare of the varity the Imperials used was not within the knowhow or industrial capability of Ildir. Naturally soldiers would have to be formed up to handle Garrison duty at some point or another, still ordering the Chaos and learning of the Emperors own actions in regards to some of his own Eisen was not sad to hear about some of them were being executed.

They may have been countrymen, but they were part of why this sad state of affairs had came to be.

And of course said things would get even more worse as a Vraenoran Guardsman and one of his own aides arrived, though from the looks of it they seemed to be seeking him out in an all too familiar stare. A man looking desperate for commands with a situation that was far beyond him.

"Yes?" The Colonel says, looking up from a makeshift desk that had reports and personnel listings from both armies, with a strained look to his face.

"Iidiran.. er Colonel, we have a bit of a situation and they are asking for you.. With such a late hour we worried about disturbing his Majesty or the Lord General." Said the Vraenoran as his own Ildiran aide speaks up in kind.

"Ser Gustav, there is a mob of Civlians being lead by a Nobel, I'm not sure who, he just seemed to be from the Merchants Quarter, but is fairly wounded. He seems to have brought his own personnel troops and some angry peasantry."

Frowning, this was something the Colonel had expected to a point, intact household guards did not directly answer to him persee, more so those who belonged to those ill begotten houses.

"Very well.. I shall give them what they want to buy time, Relay this information to your Superiors and you come with me.. If I come out their with Vraenoran Troops.."

Leaving his last thought unsaid, Gustav sends the Vraenoran Soldier off to relay this information to his superiors, not having the time to confer with others he has his fellow soldier follow him, his new Master would likely do as he willed either way and the suddenness of this event likely caught the Vraenorans off guard, if he were to be punished for this then so be it.

"...Duty never ends my boy, Duty never ends, let's see if we can talk some sense into our brothers."

"Ser, what do you intend to do?"

"See if they are our countrymen still or a wild mob of cowards and bandits."

Setting off down the halls and to the main gate of the Fortress Eisen steps from the gate, flanked by his aide and another Ildiran soldier picked up along the way. His stature fairly imposing, the man does not however bare any steel at first, looking out over the crowd as one of his two escorts carries a pitcher of water and of bread.

"Citizens of Ildir, Citizens of the Empire, to who's banner do you march under? I have came to speak with you, but I ask that you calm yourselves, or have you not lost enough brothers, husbands, sons, wives, daughters and sisters on this day?"

Gustav needed to know who he was dealing with before he attempted anything more, letting his massive Greatsword clang against the stepping stones beneath him, Eisen didn't at least draw it in a threatening manner.

"Do not fear, come up here and I'll present your complaints directly." Letting the sword rest against his right shoulder and venturing to a lower level of the entryway, the Colonel sits on the ground with his ankles crossed in front of him and legs wide apart, sitting the pitcher and plate out in front of him the man did seem at least willing to hear out any grievances the people had.

"I am the Eisentanzer, Slayer of Dragons, Former Lieutenant Colonel of the Army of Ildir, Colonel of the Vraenoran Empire's Ildir Regiment... Most Senior Officer from when the walls fell. If you have been wronged or harmed by either side I shall bring the information forward in accordance with military law, should any of you been Soldiers or lost your loved ones then I shall see to it your rightful pension is received. The Army of Ildir is also being incorporated into a Heavy Infantry Regiment of the Imperial forces if any of you still wish for Glory.. Otherwise if you have no need of justice, I suggest you head back for your homes till the morrow, if need be I will visit you. Come, sit and speak, drink and have bread. If you do, I will hear all complaints in an orderly manner...make no mistake, orderly, what are we without our order and traditions?

The Emperor is a sagacious man that has left many of our Nobles in service in accordance to their ability, and I trust I need not tell you who I am. Well are we all here not men of Ildir? I have not brought any Imperial Soldiers with me and what can three men do against all of you? It's good Water."

Having a glass poured for himself the faces in that crowd were a mixture of uncertainty, anger and greed if he could fracture or calm them some, then even if the worst happened the situation should be salvageable, taking the cup in hand and downing it, Gustav motions with his left arm waving them forward, he was no diplomat, but he had always understood the common soldier fairly well and fought for the Peasantry rather than titles. "There will be enough for everyone and I've got nothing else to do tonight besides some paperwork, if you got enough time maybe I'll try having some beer brought out."

Giving a hearty laugh the offer at least seemed genuine.

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[Akashi]

DARNIC ABERLON​

Somewhat suprised and curious, the sudden change in Russell's attitude caught his attention. Stopping in his tracks after dealing with the boy, he turned to the side, looking at the Slayer, who shook his hand all of a sudden, but the green glow around was a clear given. The effect of the magic was healing his wounded hand.

Not that Darnic couldn't patch it with a few bandages himself, and call it a battle wound, but this was a nice surprise. Giving Russell the odd look for a few moments, listening to him speak, a smile was eventually plastered on the noble's face.

"Well, I'll hold you to that then." Darnic spoke up, referring to what the Slayer said, about keeping him alive.

"Eventually, it'll likely be someone like the boy who'll send me to my after life. Or I'd like to imagine that." Smirking, he continued to walk down the path, towards the population of Ildir, or what was left of it.

"So, I never pegged you for being the healing type.. Especially when people call you the Slayer. I expected something more... Aggressive.." A soft laugh escaped his lips.

Before he could make way to the General or the Emperor himself, across the street, there was some commotion that caught his eyes. A few of the soldiers who were donning the Vraenor armor, silently watched the entire ordeal. There were people standing behind one man with weapons, while someone else was trying to quell the situation.

Darnic was not there when it all started. Confused and eager to ask a few questions, he could hear the man who was clearly wearing armor that was a representing Ildir and its army. Talking to the people before him. Stopping in his tracks, he did not interfere. Standing next to a few soldiers, more and more stood behind Darnic and Russell.

"What is going on here?" Darnic asked the soldier next to him. The latter leaned to his side, whispering into his ear.

"Seems to be an opposing force led by an Ildiran noble that isn't happy with what we're doing here.. Oh, and Captain, that man is, or was a former Lieutenant Colonel of the Ildiran Army. However, it seems to me that he's working for us now. Well, that's the rumors at least, and if what he's doing their isn't a clear indication to them being true, then I dont know what is.."

"Hmmm.." Giving Russell a simple glance, there were at the very least a dusin or so soldiers ready to interfere and remove this new trivial threat before it could become worse.

"Captain, we should do something. They have no respect for the Empire, let alone the Emperor. How dare they!!" The soldiers were quite eager, oh eager enough to part their heads from their bodies. Walking forward, not waiting for orders from Darnic, they were interrupted.

"Dont be hasty!" Darnic spoke up, his arm extended to the right, clearly creating a line they should not cross.

"They know very well that they are outnumbered. They may kill a few of our soldiers. Perhaps even the new addition to our army, however, judging by what I'm seeing here, I'm sure this.. Wait." Curious once more, he again, asked the soldier who provided him with information about something.

"His name?"

"Oh, yes, Captain. My bad.. It's Eisen Gustav.."

"Ah," Coughing, he continued to speak to his own soldiers.

"Let's wait and see what Eisen Gustav can do here. Maybe he'll be able to save their lives."

"What say you, Russell?" Not that it really didn't matter to his own soldiers, but he wanted the opinion of the Slayer observing this situation next to him.

Folding his arms before his chest, what they would do for now was to observe and take action if neccessary.

@BlueFlameNikku @RedArmyShogun​

 

[BlueFlameNikku]

Russell "Slayer" Woods
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The slayer had his clasped behind his head now; overall walking along with Darnic in a much more relaxed state than he was prior. Contrary to what some people would think Russell liked the captain's outlook on life. He didn't few death as some far off improbability like most did. Russell himself didn't personally care for the afterlife or the gods but he didn't feel the need to bring up that can of worms. Though he did raise an eyebrow at Darnic's expectance in regards to the slayer having more aggressive means; followed by a quick chuckle. "Don't you worry, you'll see why I hold the title of slayer in due time I'm sure."

That time may come sooner than the man would have expected as signs of distress began to become clear. While Darnic questioned his soldiers on what was happening Russell watched on at the situation as it unfolded between the former Lieutenant Colonel and the mob. Oddly enough a handless man on horse seeming to demand and audience; a retainer seemed present at the side of the domestic beast helping to keep it steady and guide it for the crippled man riding it.

Russell shared the relatively silence glance with Darnic as he crossed his arms over his chest while the captain restrained his men. The zealous nature of these Vraenorian soldiers continued to unnerve him however.

Russell only slightly turned his head to acknowledge that Darnic had asked his opinion on the matter before his gaze fell back on the mounted individual. He spoke in a low tone. "I'd prefer that the common folk over there survive this ordeal as well. If at any point this Gustav's attempts seem to be faltering or the leader starts to demand ridiculous things I could end this whole shit show and make it seem like an accident."

He stopped to collect his words before continuing to explain himself to Darnic. "I could command the beast to dismount his rider and kill him with a quick hoof to the head. The shepherd will be dealt with, the sheep will stand down and no one will be the wiser." Russell would be of course banking on the good guess that there were now highly magically individuals within the mob that could call him out on it. He'd also hope that without the pillar of someone leading them to stand on their potential for violence would decrease.

Russell raised the fingers of his right hand ever so slightly above his left bicep; staying in his neutral cross armed pose as he made sure to keep the horse within his line of sight as he prepared the spell. "If things show signs of escalating even if only a little bit, I will end him." The slayer's last sentence was very cold and deliberate. He wouldn't stand for the needless slaughter and if preventing that meant killing a noble, well, it was safe to say Russell certainly wouldn't lose sleep over it.

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[AceSorcerer]

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There were some dissonant voice although a few particular cries were audible amongst the rest.

"The ancient writings say the Vraenor are heretics! Their magics will kill us all!"

"The emperor- the emperor is some sort of demon! He called forth lightning and black fire! And th-that giant soldier of his some sort of golem, they can't be human!"

"That Blood Countess is a witch! She'll eat our children and kill us with the fluids in our veins!"

"We'll all die before sunrise! The other nations won't help until it is too late! Most who could fight are too long gone!"

These cries seemed to be further approved of by the man on horseback, who rose the stubs of his arms in concurrence. He was definitely their leader- the sod had likely stirred up all of these irrational fears. The poor citizens were likely scared and terrified before rumors, some of which found their way into the fortress, stirred the peasant masses into a frenzy. Many shouted that "Lord Hamilton" spoke for them, on account of his phantom limbs. Despite it being muddied, the man on horseback wore some of the utmost expensive garments of the noble class, with a medallion marking him as the master of the local merchant's guild. He was likely more desperate than any others. The peasants themselves were fairly hesitant, sparked on by each cry of the noble and his guards before he addressed the colonel in a whining tenor.

"Traitor! You have sold us out to the monster who killed our master! You are no better than any Vraenoran! We have no reason to trust you!"

At the moment, some of the more moderate members of crowd began to polarize, with some members slowly leaving the mob before they found themselves dead thanks to the nobleman's insatiable greed and lust for power.

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[Rae]

Morrigan Saval || Duchess of Rynal​

One by one, the nobles were taken to meet with the emperor, and only occasionally did they ever fail to return. Some came back looking relieved, others like their very lives had been stolen from them. Morrigan watched, as she always did, in careful silence. She had noticed the Vraenorans' unusual interest in her on several occasions, and it likely wasn't just because she was an elf. She wondered if they had discovered her true purpose here; it was quite likely, given that they only had to ask any servant of the house to find out who she was.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the guards came to retrieve her. She was the last of the nobles to be questioned. Now, she would discover who this emperor really was. He seemed powerful and intelligent, but looks could be deceiving. Manipulation was an art that she had mastered, and even powerful men had fallen before her in the past. Still, a part of her hoped that he would at least prove to be a bit of challenge. Otherwise, this whole damn situation would just be more infuriating.

They lead her into the Lord's study, and she realized that the sun was already beginning to set. The day was almost over; so many lives had been lost in such a short amount of time. And for what? The ambitions of a young emperor? He sat behind the desk, as powerful and imposing as he'd been in the throne room. Morrigan said nothing for several moments, anger coiling deep in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the man who ruined everything.

"I greet you humbly with all the respect that a Duchess of Shaodor can hope to offer, Emperor," she finally said, her voice dipped in honey. She bowed with her left hand on her lips and her right hand behind her back, a picture of demure respect. It was the first test of many. Only those who knew the customs of Shaodor would know that the gesture meant anything but reverence. She rose slowly, gauging his reaction with a careful eye. Ignorance was always a weakness, and she wondered if this emperor bothered to learn anything about the people he invaded.

"As I'm sure you already know, I was originally sent here as a diplomatic ambassador to improve trade relations between Ildir and Shaodor. May I ask, humbly, what your plan is to do with me? I am expected to return in three days' time, and the king knows me to never be late." She veiled the underlying threat carefully, once again waiting to see if the esteemed ruler would notice. And more importantly, if he would do anything about it.

So the game begins.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Eisen Gustav

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Listening to the crowds outburst, Eisen never did like the Merchants, cowards and liars for the most, though seeing the man, Eisen knew who he was among the other houses.

A fact that also did not please him.

Twitching his jaw a bit, some of the others did leave at least or seemed to be wavering, the others though, irrationality had taken over them and fear as well. Though he could not blame them for being against him or fearful as they were for having just been conquered.

"Enough!"

Raising to his feet with blade resting at his side, Eisen rises to his feet with the unceasing insults.

"Men of Ildir! Do not say such! You bring shame upon our Soldiers! Hear me! I was there when the High Houses decided to Garrison the wall! I was there to speak up and say we should meet the Imperials in the Field! The Imperials are not monsters! We fought an Army that out classed us heavily.. If Ildir is to survive we must adapt! Our walls are Gone! Open your eyes! Have you no Honor or Shame!?"

"And what have you done on this day Mi Lord of Coin and serfs!? Besides pay them coin to drive them to the Slaughter!? Where are the Imperial Demons to kill you all now!? If I am a traitor I call upon our Ancestors and Gods to Strike me down where I stand! What of the two with me, are these brothers of yours also traitors?!

The Gustav Family may have never given you all coin, but have I ever not came to your defense beyond the wall against man and beast?... Lord Hamilton haven't enough of our men died this day for foolish ambitions!? May the Gods strike down who is the false one here, if you have no cause for parlay you have no Justice!"

Gritting his teeth just how greedy could one man be, he was a fool if he thought the Imperials would give in to his demands, whatever they were. If there even were any in the first place and the fool wasn't trying to incite a rebellion, or the threat of one to gain a cushy position.

Some men never learned, he should have after he lost the first hand, if there were gods in this world, they would strike that despot dead were he stood in the name of righteousness. While Gustav had wanted to keep the situation calm, he could not allow the Deaths of his Comrades to be laid at the feet of mythical beasts, they died as true soldiers Defending the country against impossible odds. Even if he had to fight a part of the Mob to strike Hamilton dead, Gustav would not allow this dishonor and lies to stain the Glorious Dead of this day.

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[AceSorcerer]

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Not long after the elf entered the room, a messenger- tired and sweating, came and whispered something into the monarch's each. WIth an angered stare, he pulled out a pen and piece of parchment that he had been using, writing a quick letter. He recognized the name- Hamilton- from one of the slaving lords he had been keen on executing for their crimes against humanity. It was somewhat fortunate, then- Kieran now had someone he could make a public lesson. The finished note was closed and sealed in red way with the emperor impressing his seal ring on it before having it carried away to the colonel without delay. The note read as follows:

Colonel Gustav,

I will not allow people like Hamilton to corrupt the good people of Ildir and eliminate all hope for the city and the Empire. Arrest him and any other Guild leaders present for crimes against humanity and against the people- we have evidence that the Merchant's Guild was a front for slave-trading. This will not stand. Imprison the bastards- they will be hanged tomorrow before noon. Justice must be upheld and peace preserved. I put my trust in you.

-Kieran Gareth Throauldr, Emperor of Vraenor and Ildir

Regarding the duchess' greeting, Kieran- much like he suspected his Lefthand had- found himself more than offended, though he didn't let it surface. Regardless, he played it off with a smirk, sighing. His authoritative bass echoed slightly, the man popping his neck without the aid of his hands before he spoke.

"I think you'll find that- insulted as I am by your gesture- that I am a man of knowledge. An ignorant monarch is a dead man, of course. When Shaodorans get thrown over the wall for decades, part of the culture assimilates- that gesture included. Not that I don't do my research and take time to learn, of course. I studied far more of Ildir than military maps before we began our march. The same applies somewhat to Shaodor, as well. I know a little of the Elven-King's court and its rules. Similarly, while I know almost nothing of you, I certainly hope you are more than a mask, unlike half of the Ildirans we talked with."

The emperor then scratched at his chin, his face slowly becoming a neutral expression as the air around him seemed to shift in response.

"As for your words, say nothing you do not mean. Insult me and hate me as you will, for honeyed words mean nothing here. Purpose and action are greater than sycophantic hatred. If I ruined your mission, I apologize that you were caught in the crossfire.

"As for everything else... I fully expect that in three days, while your uncle may not be with them, Shaodoran forces will appear outside the city, although I'm not sure what purpose. In time their king will come, and it will bring an opportunity for diplomacy. I do not want to attack Shaodor as I have with Ildir- what I seek can still be obtained with little bloodshed. And you, duchess, have a part to play. I have some ideas, but none without your consent or your king's. Until then, my most trusted and I can learn from you and you from us, while you remain here as my guest. I intend to send correspondence to you king at dawn, as well.

"But that is the first of what I have to say. Anything to add Arterion, Lucretia?"

The emperor was not a wild or spontaneous man. Ever since he heard the servants mention the woman and her relation to Shaodor- cementing his earlier suspicions- he had run through some scenarios in his head, placing himself in the shoes of the Elven-King to attempt and guess at what he would do. That was the best guess he would say aloud, as it is what Kieran himself would do in that situation- to amass forces in an attempt to scare the foe or to add extra pressure. It was a basic tactic, not unlike a false siege. It was also a poke, a prod in a game of mental fencing. It was a chance to learn more, but he had to keep his guard up against one so expertly deceitful- Kieran thought this woman may even give Lucretia a hard time.
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It was as Russell had expected; things were escalating despite bits of the mob dispersing here and there. The noble was just eating this shit up which brought an angry glare to the slayer's expression. Thankfully to his appreciation the old man seemed to give him a fantastic opening for his little act. Just before he began his work he pondered something as he reflected on Gustav's words and spoke aloud to himself. "Wonder if the old man's got some interesting stories to share over a drink or two."

Without further delay Russell literally began to work his magic. Even from the distance he was; just inside the gate. He peered into the eyes of the mounted steed and began to manipulate and command it. Since it was already well domesticated it was fairly simple to overpower it with his willpower. Seemingly without warning or cause the horse whipped its head to one side as it struck the handler who was steadying it. With the handler's grip released from the impact for the split second that was needed the horse reread up as it let out a high pitched nay. The armless noble was of course easily knocked off behind the rearing animal before to his presumed horror the heavy beast fell down directly on top of him as if it were divine intervention.

He only had time to raise his stump arms upwards and shriek before his life came to an abrupt end as the weight crashing down upon him broke bones and destroyed organs. The likely actual killing blow was probably due to the sight of his neck twisting at an odd angle in addition to being somewhat crushed. Whomever was in the immediate vicinity of this sudden outburst would all of course take a few frantic steps back at the surprising sight. The horse simple got back up onto its feet as if nothing had happened.

Now it was time to see how the common folk and the leftover soldiers would react. Regardless, Russell made sure to relax just yet for cornered animals were still all too unpredictable.

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The commotion did not help. The Ildirian noble did not make it easy on their new ally for the time being; Eisen Gustav. Straddled on the horse, he had a rather condescending attitude. Having rallied people under his banner, whatever that may be.

Darnic's eyes squinted ever so slightly at what was going on. Gustav tried to quench their thirst, but the noble behind the mob must've had a good way to strike fear into the people ready with weapons behind him. Feeding them lies and what may come to make an hopeless stand against the Empire. It was a silly thought.

However, despite Gustav's attempts to make the problem go away, the mob became more adamant. Yes, some left because they realized how foolish it was, and the rest were just blindly following a noble who likely had a hidden agenda. People who used fear to control people did not belong in the Empire.

Darnic tilted his head to the side and could clearly see that Russell had a rather serious expression plastered on his face. Judging by that, they likely felt the same thing, give or take. The horse nickered and reared uncontrollably, making the noble lose his balance on top of it. "Oh?"

Curious yet surprised, what came next likely removed all the dignity the noble had. He fell down and the horse followed, crushing his body in the process. The mob took a few steps behind, gripping their weapons steadfast. "That your doing?" Darnic asked, looking in the direction of the Slayer.

It all happened next to him. It was hard for him to not notice that Russell had more up his sleeves than just healing magic. Giving him a pat on the shoulder, he continued. "My my, I did not know you could do tha--"

Stopping, the commotion next to Gustav increased tenfold. "Its.. Its sorcer--- Black magic. A curse!! The empire is behind thi--" Somewhere in the mob, a random person who believed in the words of the leader, or rather, the noble who was crushed by the horse was more than enough to make the rest of the mob charge towards Gustav, their former ally.

"TRAITOR!! You've SOLD your soul to the devil!" Sparks of hatred across the mob was more than enough for more bloodshed to follow. Russell attempt to perhaps make the mob afraid did not work well, unfortunately.

A sigh escaped Darnic's lips, before he waved his hand, giving the soldiers behind him to charge in as well. "Those who surrender. Don't kill them."

Again, Darnic was with Russell once more. "Well, you tried.. And now, we should head in as well."

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Puzzled by the sudden turn of events, Eisen partly wondered if this was the work of the Gods or of the Imperials... Given the immediate reactions, Gustav was less than pleased, sighing heavily as the situation predictably got out of hand.

Gripping his massive Greatsword in one hand for a massive swing, the man turns it mid flight to grab with both hands as the man sized chunk of Metal slams sideways into the first advancing peasantry with a might CLANG resounding. Battering the would be attackers aside with tremendous force and breaking ribs or winding all in its path, had the blade been pointed towards cutting the men it had hit would have been laying in two.

"I am Eisen Gustav, Knight of Ildir, the next man to cross these stairs with violent intent will be cleaved in half!"

Barking his orders the two guardsmen seem unsure of what to do as an orderly runs out panting with battered breaths, thrusting a letter out for the Colonel, glancing at the parchment the man frowns heavily, closing his eyes briefly and with another sigh the man's posture and bearing seem to change.

Swinging an arm forward and causing his cape to billow in the wind the Colonel yells;

"Hear me! Men of Ildir and of the Empire! Three Hundred men form Ranks on me! By Order of his Majesty the Emperor the Merchants Guild is to be taken Captive for Crimes against the State and the People! I Colonel Gustav hears and Obeys the edict! Glory to the Empire! Glory to Ildir!

Kill any who stand in your way, take the wounded in for treatment! Obey all laws on Chivalry and respect of the people! Violators will be Punished! Quickly now we must advance!

All proof of these claims will be laid bare for all to see! Those Citizens who now turn in support and aid in the capture shall be rewarded in coin and farmlands seized from the slavers in accordance of Merit in Service!"

Waiting for whatever soldiers could join him, Gustav seemed intent on a rapid advance and raid supported primarily of foot soldiers. Having a plan in mind on how to go about the capture the Commander did hope this would sway at least the peasants from the Household Guards, those would likely have to be killed, while it saddened him to kill his fellow countrymen, Eisen had heard enough Rumors to not doubt the Emperor's command in terms of the Merchants.
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Any loyalty the noble once unsurprised was gone. Many scattered like rats under a burning flame, while others receeded into the armed guard and pointed their makeshift weapons at the slavers. Their soldiers, confused, stepped away and laid down their primary arms before pulling swords on their former employees. No one had love for a slaver- even a demon was holier than they.

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It was good to see the noble bastard die so humiliatingly. Manipulative parasites of the world deserve no less. When Darnic asked if what just occurred was indeed Russell's doing, the slayer simply turned his head slightly to the captain and gave him a knowing smirk. The head would snap back however at the sudden shouting as the hostilities refused to cease.

The slayer was no doubt less than pleased at the sight of the mob still allowing fear to control their actions and plague their minds. They were charging to their deaths. He cursed under his breath before he gripped the handles of his sheathed swords. "Aye, come on, let's get this over wi--"

The man stopped on his tracks and his words as the old man's turned the remaining employer's soldiers and some of the peasantry on them under crimes of slavery; other portions of the mob scattering and fleeing. The slayer slowly removed his hands from his weapons and breathed a sigh of relief. He spoke to Darnic without looking at him. "Luckily, I don't think that'll be necessary now." He paused. "I wonder if people will ever fucking learn."

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"My my.." Darnic couldn't help but enjoy Russell's company more than before. What else did he have up his sleeves?

Even if his own soldiers charged in to keep the dispersing mob in check, especially after the death of their so-called leader, not that many were around.

The merchant guild was behind everything. The speech given by Gustav was a clear as the day, though the messenger was just a little too late. Giving Russell a simple look, his attention immediately changed.

The massive sword their new ally held with his hands. "They don't. Sometime, you need a different method to get your point across." Stepping forward, despite some hiccups and the ensuing chaos because of the merchant guild, it would likely be for the best to get them under control.

"Alas, I believe we need to find the remnants of the merchant guild and bring them to justice. As per what Eisen Gustav ushered with his words, there is no other way."


"Ildir is now a part of the Empire, and a crime will be judged by the throne, his majesty himself." A smirk was plastered on his face. A simple pause, before he continued.

"Lets find ourselves the rest of the guild, but first.." Darnic pulled his dagger out, which perhaps would have Russell look at him with a curious mind.

Throwing the dagger in a rather swift manner, a peasent who had snuck behind Gustav was struck in the head by it. Before he could get away with a sneak attack, which would likely not put a dent on their new ally, Eisen Gustav, it would at the very least, make for a good entrance for Darnic.

Lightning sparks across Darnic's body, and a moment later, he disappeared, appearing like a lightning burst right behind Gustav, plucking his dagger out from the back of the peasants head.

"Hear him, the citizen of Ildir. What this man, Eisen Gustav is saying is the truth. You may not believe his words, and many of you may still consider him a traitor to your nation, and perhaps a few words from me, a soldier in the Empire's army, may quell your doubts. We mean well, and we will prove it to you, provided you help yourself, and your nation in bringing the merchant's guild to justice."

All this time, Darnic was standing next to Gustav. Up close unlike before, the noble Captain could tell that he was bigger than what seemed different from the distance.

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"Squad captains! Form up into Squads of fifteen! Take a group of peasants with each of you, take down their names and residency for compensation! Five Squads to the Depots! Five to the Residential, Five to the outskirts! Four to the Carriage lanes and Inns! The last squad is with me. Bring them in alive if possible. If their are slaves in accordance with the Emperors wishes or illegal items, secure them and give the slaves water and food if they need it, but in small amounts."

Shouting the orders with an Authoritarian nature, the large man points at the Slayer, then nods at Darnic. "Well met Soldier of the Empire..being my shadow were you? Either way you have my thanks, you two, the three who were with me and.. you lot there, with me, we'll be taking the Guild Headquarters."

Finishing his commands many of the troops head off on their own accord as Eisen shoulders his massive longsword heading off, a street urchin in tow. Not far off was the Guild Headquarters, scoffing with a bit of a wheeze the old man looks out at the typical three story structure as the Urchin and a scout return.

"L- Err Colonel Gustav! We count forty men, Mercenaries not from Ildir, likely from the Tribes far removed, the Guild Master demands safe passage or.."

"Let me guess, Hostages? Though Forty men, hardly seems fair. To them. Bandit Scum..Ildir is laying in Ruins and they hide behind coin and sword..a Merchant is loyal to nothing but his coin."

Turning to the Slayer and Darnic, Gustav scratches his beards as if lost in thought.

"You two are no ordinary soldiers.. What are your skills? I tell you honestly, I intend to take this place and slay all forty of those men if they don't lay down arms, I want to take the guild leader, he's a portly man with a mustache, balding, you can't mistake him.. But I would like to save the hostages.. It would go a long way in mending relations between our people.."

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Other than my complete absence of trust for this woman? Arterion grunted and leaned back in his chair. It was obvious. She was a silver-tongued diplomat, a Duchess-- a trickster by birth with a safety net lying in wait. She had nothing to fear in the presence of their kindly Emperor and if her apparent irreverence was anything to go by, she knew it too. Arterion placed both palms flat on the desk and tensed as if preparing to move. Instead, he spoke softly. Respectfully. "I... I will have my most trusted men guard her until the King arrives, my Lord."

If he could keep the Duchess away from him, then Lucretia would have more time to investigate, perhaps sever whatever connections the woman maintained. If pulling a handful of his best from the field was what it took to keep Kieran safe, then so be it. He would not allow his childhood friend to fall to the charms of some foreign noble.

His armor clinked when he relaxed once more. He was watching the Duchess with a sharp, almost threatening glare hidden by his helmet, as if daring her. Or threatening. Most definitely threatening, as Arterion was not one to take chances.

"If I am released, I would be happy to aid in rounding up the dissenters."

 

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Lucretia le Torneau​

Imperial Spymaster​

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Lucretia eyed the Duchess of Rynal with a perfectly neutral expression, taking in the rude gesture with no more than a slight pursing of her lips. All regard she might have entertained for the woman dissolved into disgust. Before her stood a pristine example of everything she despised in Shaodoran Nobility. What a pretty veil of lies this young, fiery haired elf wore.

She shook her head in answer to Kieran's question. There was nothing she cared to say. Her business with the Duchess did not lie in a clever exchange of insults and casual threats, much as she was tempted to engage in one. No, such petty bickering would be nothing more than a waste of everyone's time. She had better things to do, like prying into every nook and cranny of Morrigan's life thus far, finding her weaknesses, her strengths, her secrets.

Whether it was three days or indefinitely, she would learn everything there was to know about this Duchess - whom she loved and hated, what means or circumstances had placed her in the position she now held, what connections she might be able to use against the interests of the Empire. Most importantly, however, she would find something usable, something twistable. If the Duchess had never done a disgraceful thing in her life, Lucretia would find a way to invent one. Or several.

Kieran might have been willing to merely call out the insult and pass over any repercussions for it - all well and good. She would follow his example. Remain silent. Refuse to offer the satisfaction of responding to it. The Duchess would get away with her neat little display of irreverence. Perhaps eventually, she would even deign to forget such a minor incident.

Lucretia, however, was not one to forget, much less to forgive.
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[Rae]

Morrigan Saval || Duchess of Rynal​

The Duchess barely contained the smirk that threatened to mar her sweet expression. So the Emperor is not ignorant. Her eyes flicked over to Arterion and Lucretia, not failing to notice their displeasure at her lack of reverence towards their great leader. She assessed, quickly deciding that the woman would be a far more dangerous opponent. The Spymaster's calculating gaze was unmistakable, as it damn near reflected her own. Although, the man was no small force to be reckoned with. But for now, her instincts told her to watch out for the woman most of all.

Returning her attention to the emperor, she narrowed her eyes for only a split second. It was a gifted show of expression, perfectly calculated on her part to show that she was hardly like the other nobility he'd encountered that day. But following that, she made a decision that she rarely made. Pretty smiles and sweet words would do nothing for her in this situation--a fact that she'd already guessed at but had only needed to confirm. So, in a way, she would show her true face. Somewhat.

The change in expression was sudden, her smile dropping into a disdainful frown. One could even call it angry. She took a single step forward, her body leaning as if to tell a secret. "Although you may not give a damn, Your Excellency, I have worked for years to get where I am standing right now." She placed her hands on the desk, knowing full well that she was treading dangerous waters. She felt the tension rise immediately with the action, as if she'd threatened the Emperor's life. "You know I might have escaped? I certainly could have tried. But I know a futile cause when I see one, and my uncle's dutiful bodyguards lost their lives in that cause. But, I suppose I have to thank you for that. Now he was no one to tell him about my activities here."

She paused meaningfully, knowing that her point was clear. Her uncle was one of the few who knew her true nature, so he hardly had complete trust in her. Ever since she'd risen in influence in court, he'd been watching her carefully. When she finally pushed her influence to force him to allow her a position as ambassador, Morrigan knew that he would send spies. But, lucky for her, they were now just one of the many corpses from the battle. She smiled, beautiful and cunning.

"If you want diplomacy, Emperor, you're correct on one point. You need me. You won't get within a stone's throw of the king without me. Although you may think that I have no respect for you now, you are wrong. In fact, now that you've proven yourself to be more than an arrogant prick with a crown and an army, I find myself quite inclined to hear what ideas you might have. So, I'll help you. At least while it suits my interests. As it stands, our interests are aligned. I came here to increase favor with Ildir...and you're now the new ruler. I've never failed a mission before, and I don't plan to start now. What do you say, Emperor?"

She pushed away from the desk, gracefully reclaiming the distance between them. Your move.

 

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The slayer quietly pondered Darnic's words and expressions. He was certainly an interesting character alright, perhaps interesting enough that Russell could even look past the smattering about being judged by the throne and his majesty and all that jargon. Until Russell could see this emperor face to face and even then only until he witnessed the man's true self he wouldn't respect him; it was the same way the slayer judged any man or woman he came across and the emperor was just another man.

Russell had stayed where he was as he watched Darnic toss his dagger into an enemy and then proceeded to basically teleport making up the distance of where his weapon had gone. The slayer grumbled to himself. "Heh, show off." Before he made his way over to Darnic and Gustav. He too inspected the colonel for a moment, his size certainly fit his large personality for sure. In turn Russell followed as their squad made way for the merchant headquarters; he himself was eager to put a stop to this fucking mess and be done with this damn day as it just had to be topped off with fucking slavers.

Upon reaching their destination Russell took a good long look at the three story building; the shutter closed windows, other entrances, the stonework, every detail he could witness with a decently long glance. He listened intently to the number of presumed combatants and who they were, the situation involving hostages, the description of the head man that was to be taken alive; he took it all in before responding to Gustav's question.

"I'll be brief, I'm a slayer; I can track and I know Botanomany. Everything else in my toolbox will be of no use here."

He paused before speaking up again. "I've got a plan if you'll hear it?" He was speaking to Gustav directly but didn't really wait for any permission to continue as time was of the essence. "I say we assault all three floors simultaneously." The slayer picked up a nearby twig and began to draw out the plans in the dirt upon the road. "I'll create climbable vines that will allow us to breach through the third and second story windows while the third team assaults the first floor. I'll take the top floor, presumably where this guild leader will be but will also be the least defended. Darnic, you'll take the middle floor. It should be moderately defended. We should expect at least a few hostages on either of our floors." He paused before turning to the colonel. "You'll take the first floor with the company of the rest of the squad. You may need the extra man power since the bottom floor will probably be the most defended and I'm unsure about the possibility of a basement."

Planning wasn't usually Russell's thing and to the other soldiers within the squad it probably looked pretty surreal that someone who was basically a hired blade was giving operational plans to a captain and colonel. But this time was certainly an exception.

"If anyone's gonna voice anything else do it quick; we should make haste while we still have the element of surprise."

Everyone in the squad could probably see Russell's change in demeanor clearly now. He seemed unnaturally focused though his eyes seemed to give off an almost feral feel to them like a wolf's gaze. The sell swords inside that building made their choices in life, now it was time for those lives to end.

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DARNIC ABERLON
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There was not much for the noble to say either. Standing there with his sword, he listened to what Eisen Gustav had to say and Russell about what was to come next. A smirk was plastered on his face, watching the Slayer lay out a plan of attack. How to incapacitate the remnants of this particular Guild.

Once the explanation was over and done with, the Captain was ready to jump in. Taking care of the second floor, while both his new ally and Russell to take the third and the first. "Very well then. Let's try it your way." There were to specific reasons behind his response.

The Slayer had a reputation, and now, he would get to see him in action. He was a tracker who knew Botonamy, so Darnic wanted to see how this would pan out, however, there were some rules they had to follow. "If you're able to take them alive, do so. They'll stand trial before the Empire for their crimes."

Even if Darnic was not against killing people who had made their choice to fight against the Empire, he very well knew the words uttered by Eisen Gustav from the contents of the letter that was brought to him earlier.. "Oh and--" The Captain had forgotten to introduce himself to the Ildiran standing by them.

"My name is Darnic Aberlon, a Captain in the Imperial Army." Turning to his side, he gazed upon the gathered soldiers of the Imperial Army. They were standing there, ready to charge in.

Pointing his black skull sword at his men, he spoke up. "Remember men. The hostages inside.. They are our people now. Ildir is now a part of the Empire, ruled by his majesty; Kieran Gareth Throauldr, himself. I don't have to tell you anything else." A short one, but a confident speech.

Turning back towards Eisen Gustav and Russell, he continued. "The soldiers behind me will follow you in to the first floor. I'll make my way to the second, as the Slayer requested." Tightening the grip around his sword, a rather serious but battle ready expression was plastered on his face.

"Now then, Russell. Lets head on in!" There was no time to waste, nor was the Merchant's Guild ready to give up. From the second floor, a dusin men used their bows and arrows to keep them outside. His men used their shields to block the incoming projectiles. Darnic, however, stood there with a big smile on his face.

Pulling his dagger out, he threw it towards a member of the Guild standing by one of the windows on the second floor. A clean hit, as the dagger found itself a new temporary home. You could see sparks of lightning from Darnic and to the building; as if it was connected to him. The noble used this opportunity to get inside the second floor, and immediately began to fight. Nevertheless, this was surprising for the Guild.

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Eisen Gustav

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Listening to the plan, Eisen gives a brief nod, the plan was sound enough, though he was curious how the two would do this. Though truth be told, Eisen was not expecting a great success here, already with the death of the lord and what other skirmishes would break out in the city, the Emperor's orders were already broken.

"Very well, Darnic, Slayer. If we all live, there will be plenty of time to talk, though I'm not sure how much surprise we'll have, they'll expect this. Well at least us."

Watching as the hot-headed Captain set off on his attack at once, the Colonel gives a tired shrug waving the Civilian off to do his own part. Turning to his men, Gustav draws his Greatsword speaking to the remaining men. "I'll be on point, once I break through keep up and take those I knockdown. Two men in the Center sweep the rooms as we pass, we'll be looking for any slaves or out of place items as we pass. Let's go this."

Rather than climbing through a window or the like as his allies had, Eisen simply charges forward and kicks on the door a couple times before shoulder ramming it till the blocker behind cracks with the door it's self, sweeping the fragments aside, a paniced bow shot takes his golden armor in the chest, deflecting as the man sized blade cleaves into the archer before getting twirled to the side, smacking aside a couple more guardsmen before forcing his way inside. "Hmm should have brought a helmet.. well now isn't the time to let them get a shot! Forward!"

Leading the remaining forces forward, the Bear of a man seemed to be keeping his end of the plan, drawing more forces down below, most of whom simply were not equipped to deal with Heavy Infantry, never mind a bear sized one with a blade that seemingly cleaved men like a knife through butter.

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Kieran raised a hand, looking to the general before he thought of speaking to the duchess as he kept his voice low.

"If you must, my friend, than you can- but do not interfere much with the colonel's designs. Observe him- this is to be a test of his loyalty and leadership. I expect a report from him, of course, but perhaps a trusted perspective is also required. Again, my friend, it is your choice."

He then gave a small motion of his head to his Spymaster afterwards, a honed form nonverbal comminication between the three friends developed over the years to the point that an outsider would have no idea what it meant.

Either way, he soon changed shifted his focus back to the Shaodoran. She had a certain appreciable tenacity that reminded Kieran of a darker time in his life, when the fire in his soul first ignited. It was reckless, and a hazard to others. There were scars from when dark magic took the better of him, before he had tempered his will and his ambition. It was interesting, but perhaps there was some form of temperence there. He moved his arm, allowing the woman to see some of these arcane scars that littered his right forearm. It was a counterargument to her apparent belief that the emperor had not endured and work or trial to get where he was now. He then narrowed his eyes a moment before returning to a normal gaze, speaking up.

"You are a great form of fool if you do not think that no one sitting at this table has not suffered nor failed, and you dishonor the name of your uncle by doing such."

A small spike fueled by the emperor's concealed anger had begun forming in the woman's shadow, but he quickly dug his fingers into his palm, dispelling it before he spoke again.

"And even then, the fact that your former bodyguards have fallen does not mean we destroyed their records. Those, dear duchess, are very much intact and are at the Left's disposal. As for these ideas I've mentioned, there are three that can be easily proposed. I could hold you hostage, but that would incite the violence I wish to avoid. The second would be some sort of mutual exchange, but there is little I imagine Shaodor has more than someone such as I can offer to the degree that what I seek, inconsequential as it may to him, possibly achieved by an open treaty or trade agreement, which I doubt he will agree to. The third is an arranged marriage to ally Shaodor and Vraenor with some small exchanges, as is cutsom. But we have been long forgotten, yet we have no means by which we should simply take which we desire. All the world's a stage, after all."

He wondered if she even knew what they could possibly seek. It would be an opportunity to see what she knew, although he spoke in a manner rather blunt on each matter. Curious as the woman was to him, he was rather interest to see how she and Lucretia would interact to these three rather standard ideas.
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Russell watched the colonel and captain begin their separate assaults before swiftly beginning his own. He sprinted towards the side of the three story building and pressed one of his hands to the stonework wall. A faint green light emanated from the hand as stretch of thick vines began to curl out of and up the wall all the up to the third story. Wasting no time he climbed up its side, clasping onto vine after vine. Thankfully the archers that were peaking out of the second story windows had their own much more pressing matter to attend to.

Upon reaching the closest top floor window the slayer wretched one of the vines partly from the wall before pushing off with his feet. He aimed his body for the closed shuttered window as the momentum from the swinging vine pushed his body through the glass and wooden shutters with a loud crash of glass and splintering of wood. The man tucked on rolled up the wooden floor, much to the surprise of the five hired blades that resided within.

Having landed right next to one Russell instantly drew his hunting knife from within his cloak and stabbed the nearby man in the ankle. The wound forcing a grunt of pain out of him as he dropped to one knee. In the next second the blade exited and then reentered the sell sword's flesh though this time it was through the side of the man's neck. The first dead man choked on his own blood before collapsing forwards; a hand pressed against the fatal blood spurting wound.

The slayer's movements and attacks could be described as a savage dance. It was brutal yet efficient; its lack of wasted movement almost giving it a violent grace. He quickly stood and met the second man whom had charged him with a shortsword after the initial surprise. The slayer stepped in close and wrapped his left arm around the man's right haunting the strike before Russell stabbed his hunting knife into the man's lightly armored chest and gut several times in quick succession. He shoved that combatant aside to let him bleed just in time for the third man to tackle the slayer to the wooden floor. Russell jerked his head to one side barely dodging a downward stab from the man's primary blade before taking a knife the man had sheathed just above his boot. The small knife swiftly found its new resting place within the man's jugular.

Russell rolled out from under the third dying man and quickly stood to his feet, his face already half splattered with blood from the close quarters fighting. The appearance reflected the angry feral state he was exuding. The fourth and fifth men seemed undeterred however as they both charged each with a mace in hand. The slayer drew one of his longswords in his off hand and quickly parried one blow while dodging the other. He countered with a violent thrust that ran his longsword straight through one man's midsection, coating the blade crimson red before pulling it out. The remaining man continued the attack; swinging frantically. After one more dodge and parry the man's life was ended as the hunting knife stabbed in the crook of the man's armpit and went straight into the heart. No flashy moves, no wasted movement, each strike was committed with the intent to kill; the fighting style of an apex predatory of the wilds.

It was only now that all of the hirelings laid either dead or dying that the slayer slowly turned to face the unmistakable guild leader. A very portly man, bolding and mustache. The only issue at hand now was that the coward was using a female slave as a human shield and was holding a small needlessly decorated knife to her throat. The slayer made no sudden moves other than staring right into the bastard's eyes with a glare that would chill him to the bone as if he were being stared down by a chimera. One could see the sweat beating down the man's face, his heavy breathing as his chest and belly raised up and down. If they didn't want the waste of life alive, Russell would have a good chance of simply tossing his knife straight into his head. There wouldn't be enough time to use his vines to restrain him before the hostage would be killed.

However as Russell's thoughts raced through his head the guild leader took a single clumsy backwards step as he fell backwards; the heel of his shoe having snagged on a loose board. As he fell back the knife he was holding dragged downwards at an angle across the woman's throat, cutting it wide open as she clasped it with a look of horror and fell to the floor. The slayer's eyes opened wide with shock and anger at what events he'd just witnessed. He was upon the prone guild leader in an instant; whom pathetically waved the dagger in the slayer's direction though Russell simply kicked it out of the pathetic man's hand before kicking him again though in the side of his head. The blow was hard enough that the portly man curled up in pain while Russell dashed to the bleeding hostage. With great haste he pushed her hands out of the way, placing his own two hands there as they lit up with a faint green glow. "Don't worry lass, you're going to be alright, you're---" The slayer's words were caught in his throat as the green light enveloping his hands slowly faded. He looked down at the still woman in silence. The wound was too fatal for his level of Botanomancy to heal and this woman didn't have time to get to a proper doctor. As he kneeled their beside her, the man watching the life leave the woman within the next few seconds. She couldn't speak though her tears said it all.

Russell gently closed the woman's eyelids before standing up and stamping off towards the curled up guild leader. The slayer mounted the groaning man, aggressively grabbing the man by the cuff of his shirt with hand. The man of course quickly began to beg and offer things much like most vermin do but they fell on deaf ears. With a rage burning in his eyes Russell cocked his right arm back and smashed his fist into the portly man's face over...and over...and over. The guild leader's face would quickly start to become disfigured as large bumps and bruises would quickly begin to form. His nose was quickly broken and blood trickled from the damaged nostrils. The man's pleas became weaker and weaker as Russell beat the man into unconsciousness and was probably beating him close to within an inch of his life.

 

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Darnic was inside, having surprised the many members that had picked up arms against the Empire. "Oho?" The noble Captain added, turning around in a circle. He was surrounded yes. Some had bows and arrows, others had a sword and a shield, or just the former, and lets not forget makeshift weapons.

Though it took them a moment to digest what was before them. How Darnic was able to get to the second floor so quick. A wrench in their plan? Despite that, they began attacking, going after the noble.. Meanwhile, the soldiers outside with Gustav charged in. It was time to overwhelm the damn merchant's guild and get this over and done with. "You all have to answer for your crimes."

Darnic pointed his sword at the adversaries. His black skullsword was startting to course with lightning. Swiftly, he ran towards the right and dodged and countered. Some of the arrows hit his steel armor. Cutting down one enemy after another. The force behind his swing was more than enough to cut through their makeshift weapons and wooden shields.

Blood was spilled. Some cowered and let go of their weapons. Others? Well, they became crazier and went charging in. Taking a step back as they excessively swung their weapons at him, a smile was plastered on Darnic's face. "Have you gone mad?" A rhetoric question escaped his lips.

A smile that could describe nothing but loss on the poor members of the guild that just continued to attack. Obviously, they missed, giving Darnic a ton of openings to cut through them. His skullsword has found its way into a man's chest, piercing through his heart. Another one showed up from behind with a warcry. He was holding an axe, aiming straight for the Captain's skull.

Darnic was able to catch onto that in time. His sword still inside the lifeless body before him. Turning around in a swift manner, he allowed for the man with the axe to rather miss the Captain, but instead, split the head of lifeless body. Kicking the body with force, he pushed the man with the axe back, and in the process pulling his bloodied sword out.

The man with the axe was now, under the dead body. However, he pushed the dead body to his side and picked himself up. Darnic only sighed, standing there. Swinging the axe at Darnic once again, but now, he was stopped. "This could have been avoided." The Captain used the momentum of his adversary to easily duck and move to his right, swinging his sword in the process.

Darnic was now behind the man with the axe, but the poor adversary was literally split in two. Thanks to force behind Darnic's swing, it was one easy kill. Turning his attention towards the ceiling, he could very well hear the doom of more of the members. Turning around at the scene, he had taken care of the enemies on his floor.

"Hmm.." It was time to move on forward. Darnic eventually made it to the same floor as Russell, but couldn't help but see many dead bodies on his way there, to the very room the Slayer was in. Assumingly, he was beating a man to death. Judging by his swollen face, and his shiny outfit, it wasn't hard for him to deduce that, that was the leader.

"Russell.." There was no response to his words. The continued punches to the poor leader of the guild's face was enough for Darnic to stop talking, but instead, intervening.

Walking up behind Russell, he grabbed him from the collar and pulled him back and away from the leader with force. Now that there was some distance between the almost dead leader and the Slayer, Darnic turned around. His eyes fell on the dead woman to his side, before returning his attention back to Russell. "Don't let rage consume you."

"Keep it in control." Serious yet simple. If Russell would attempt at going after the guild leader's life, he'd have Darnic to deal with.

Turning around, his back was facing Russell, but now, the Captain was gazing straight at the leader's face. "This man will answer for his crimes, and so will everyone else who followed him. You have my word.. Slayer." Darnic was serious.

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