Furthermore, are there supporters of this great force? Rumers will begin that The great Kilkenne has some of the most vicious warlords working with him.
*has chills going up her spine*
Something tells me the new expansion is going to be an interesting first game... too bad I'm so bored of regular or I'd join it *again*
Whoo, Kilk is back! *cheer* Sorry, I don't have much time to write much, I was going to write something in-character...hold that thought. *races off to school*
*reads* I want to add something, but I'm too weak right now and no one cares about a poor little one-day-old horde.
Slowly but surely, the return of Menatus's hordes are gaining in rank...
:)
In the ranks of the Warhammer, there was silence. Rumors had been circulating all day, but their leader had called to none of them, stirring not from his tent. This behavior was unusual for the warlord, who was generally a fearsome and brutal, but respected, leader.
Finally, the tentflap opened. Nearby hordebeats held their breaths in anticipation. After a few moments, the mighty Beatles strolled out. He quickly beckoned to one of his officers. "You, Feyla, come here" Feyla sprang up and went to Beatles. "Yes, sir?" Beatles replied "I want to know of the rumors that Longeyes started. His patrol was not due for two more days. What news does he have, and why does he not bring them?"
Feyla replied nervously. "Sir, Longeyes is exhausted, and has marched his patrol at a running pace for two days. He brings news that bring fear into the hearts of the weak, and thrills into those of the strong. The Black Cross has been seen over a castle up North"
Even Feyla was not prepared for what happened next. Beatles, the mighty leader of Warhammer, gasped audibly. "What? That means but one thing. Kilk is back!" At the sound of the name, Feyla winced, but Beatles seemed quite elated. "That is indeed surprising news... I always thought he did not die, but I did not know he could regain his horde. Well, well, this is of great importance." Now, more loudly, Beatles proclaimed to the nearby officers. "Ready the troops! We march at daybreak tomorrow!"
His senior officer, Ratler, cleared his throat, and asked: "Sir, where?"
"North!"
A tired stoat stood before windhound and related to him the news. "There are many hordes marching north, Sire, and there has been a rumor that Kilk returns.."
Sighing, windhound bade the soldier to be seated. "I've told you many times Rushas, do not call me Sire, windhound is the only name that I wish to be known as. As for Kilk's return, it is of no real surprise to me. I did not think that he could had gone... Weather he is deemed a threat to our horde or not remains to be seen.. gather a small group together and send them to see if he wants peace with Blue Tang. Go quickly, and tell Sarras to keep the gaurds on their highest defence at all times, it is of the upmost importance..."
And so shall the Yellow Thingy fly with the Black Sphere and the Blue Cross again... and the red and black man (Duke Man) with the little round hat on top, tilted sideways, too. *nod*
*The warlord had given his personal bodyguards specific orders that he was, under no circumstances, to be disturbed. None were let close enough to his tent to see clearly what he was doing, thanks to his meticulous orders regarding campfire proximity to his tent. Eventually, however, he poked his head out of his tent, roused into such drastic action by the sounds of a scuffle from outside.
His expressionless gaze turned to gaze at the pair of guards restraining one of his rats that served as a scout, and he nodded to them to let it up. Not bothering to get up, the rat turned towards him.* "Sir, we've recieved reports of the Black Cross flying in the Northlands!"
*The expressionless stare continued for a few more moments before he finally replied.* "Congratulations."
*The rat just gawked.* "But, sir! What do we do?"
"Recent major assaults on any in the clan, or the clan itself?"
"Not so far, sir."
"So, for now, leave it alone."
"But sir! Warlord after warlord flocks to the Black Cross!"
"And we'll not be among them, nor among those to stop its rise, unless a reason presents itself. We'll stay where we are. Nice and roomy here."
*with that, he nodded to the guards, who proceeded to heft the rat up, and shove it away from the tent. As he turned to go back into his tent, he reminded himself to have the guards broaden the perimeter around his tent. He never got enough sleep as it was.*
[That's right. I used quotations AND asterisks. I think it was so I wouldn't confuse myself.]
"Kilk's back, eh?" Menatus smiled wryly to herself. "I don't doubt it. He has a way of coming back when we're none the wiser."
The marked Fox sat up and walked over to the flap of the tent. Once again recovering from a great fall, the ranks of Hope were steadily increasing in the ranks. For the third time of late, Menatus was struggling to get her hordes back to the top.
Recently, the Warfox and her horde had joined up with her formerly founded clan of before, which was still thriving despite her absence.
Menatus walked out of the tent and promtly collided with a messenger from her league carrying a scroll.
"Watch it!" the orange and black fox growled angrily.
"Lady Menatus, I've just recieved news from the north. The emperor Aubres, he...well, he has fallen."
Snatching the scroll from the messenger, Menatus quickly scanned the notification. She furrowed her brow for a second, quickly regaining her composure.
"Everybeast up!" the oddly marked Fox shouted. There was a glint in her eye as she pulled the double-edged spear from behind her back. "We're marching to go see an old friend..."
Your siggy says you're the true emperor of the Northlands... yet you've never actually held the top spot for more than ten minutes at a stretch... and that when the Northlands did not exist yet.
Spy- Shaddup.
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From her sunny seat in the window of the captain's cabin on her sailing vessel, The Taimakara, which sailed slowly through the coves of Mossflower, Lady Calria Ulloa unrolled a scroll.
She looked sharply at the scraggly young cabinrat who'd brought it to her.
"Where did you say this came from?"
"F...f...ff...from the warlords you know on the land, Captain M'arm..."
"Ahhhh..." she said thoughtfully, reading its scrawled words quickly. "The great warlords of old have returned to claim their former glory... how wonderful."
"What does that mean, m'arm?" asked the young rat boy.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure, as yet... but tell the navigator not to stray too far from the old hordelands, will you?"
"We're going back to the land? To wage war and fight big battles?"
"Not just yet, boy" said the stately stoat, "but perhaps.... yes... perhaps... I have never fought with the greats, but there is always the hope of new fortunes to be made when great emperors fight. Keep your eyes open, boy. We're in for a treat."
It had been a cold day in Southsward, which was unusual for that time of year. Mikalae, ruler of his Dark Knights, was perplexed and astonished by the numerous reports of a new-- or rather, old-- warlord in the Northlands. Mikalae paid most of the reports little heed; who knew what the feverish minds of warlords could dream up in their darkest hours? He was safe, his friend was Emperor, and he was safely situated in a nearly impregnable area of Southsward. His time would come, to be Emperor. Someday. On these thoughts he retired for the night.
***
He awoke early the next morning, hearing the usual hustle and bustle of his army preparing for possible strikes. It was in his morning meal that his first premonitions began to grind at his brain. He saw, out his castle window, what faintly looked like...smoke, on the northern horizon. It made him anxious, for he knew his Emperor was not the most popular of Emperors. His fears were confirmed when a stoat, sweaty and terrified, burst into his room without knocking. Mikalae stood, more frightened then angry; frightened at what his report would say.
"Sir, the Emperor has been dethroned! His horde is destroyed!"
Mikalae slammed his fist against the table.
"What? How?"
"We don't know, sir. There were millions! It was unreal!"
"Did he survive?"
"That we do not know either, sir. We do have reason to believe he escaped and is rebuilding his forces."
Mikalae slumped down into his chair, holding his head. The stoat took it as a sign to leave, and he exited with a crisp bow. Minutes later, a rat entered the room, in the same condition as the first messenger.
"What is it?"
"Sir, the Warlord from the North..."
Mikalae was on his feet again, eyes blazing.
"What about him?"
"He, uh, severely damaged our forces. Our soldiers suffered a-"
Mikalae was out the door in moments, and he saw tens of thousands of the enemy sweeping across the plain, heading towards his pitifully small forces.
" No. "
Okay Calria... I will shut up.
*changes sig*
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Ha Spy! Your emperor of Southsward. Yet you hide behind a mask, telling no one your name. Kilk claims Nothlands, and doing so he challenges anyone to take it from him! You hide behind a name "Spy" and tell no one who you are. Not only are you not the King of Southward, you a a coward. Even the Mercenary told us who he was, and his job was to kill people in stealth. And by me saying this you wish to fight me, then tell me your name so you can at least have some honor.
Quote from: Dead EyeKilk claims Nothlands, and doing so he challenges anyone to take it from him!
Fool! Kilk claims the Northlands and challenges anyone to conquer him? He has never held the northlands! How can one claim what one has not?
ooc: Funfun twist.
The Lady Calria stared out across the vast expanse of ocean that was her home in her self-made exile from the ever-warring plains and forests of Mossflower, and made her decision.
"Scourge!" she yelled to the boatswain, "Make course to shore. I would see what is left of my lands, if even it remains mine."
"Aye, m'arm. We sail!"
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That night, as dusk set in on the plains of Southsward, the crew of the Lady's vessel crested the rise above her ancestral stronghold. She took in the sight before her, sighed, and drew her crew around her.
"It is as I thought... the lands are no longer mine."
"What shall we do then?" asked a sailor.
"What I have done many times before, my lad. We shall begin again."
Another voice piped up. "But whose flag shall we uphold, my lady? The empires of old return, and their might is too strong for us to fight... and the peaceful way of your goodly knight-protector has passed on into memory!"
"Ah, yes... Sir Ad's frosted flag has fallen, I believe. At the very least, I no longer find a life of agriculture rewarding. I suppose that we must search out a flag to fight for. It is true that we shall need a clan to rally round as we grow. At the very least, however, we shall pick off these small ones who have defiled the lands of L'Mal Terre."
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Translation: I'm back in the game, as The Bad Earth (#611) (L'Mal Terre, my traditional horde name, is French for The Bad Earth...) Also, I need a clan... anyone want me? Maybe someone *good* for a change? (I always seem to end up in clans where I'm one of the top 3 members of it, and that gets kind of boring...)
ooc: Cal, you can join KOI. It was my clan before I quit oh-so-long ago, and I just rejoined as a weaking. Or, since I'm lost right now, I'll do it in RP form. In bad form, because I suck at RPing.
~*~
The Blackhordes of Menatus marched. (ooc: oh yes they did indeed.) Alert, always in the front, the orange and black marked fox stared ahead, rarely blinking. They were marching towards the Lady Calria's horde, The Bad Earth.
Later that night, when they had reached a point in which they had to stop, Menatus sent her messenger a scroll. The message being an invitation to join the Knights of Invicticus.
"Do not return without an answer." the fox warned.
The weasel messenger nodded. "Yes, m'lady." and with that she was off.
Cal looked quickly from scroll to scroll, one in her left paw and the other in her right... one from her old friend and comrade Menatus, and the other having been quietly sent from the long-dead Kilk himself...
"Tell the messengers," she finally said, after due consideration, "that I would first accept Kilk's banner, if his offer indeed be true. However, let the Blackhorde know that this is no dishonor to her that I do, but merely my own belief in the glory of the black cross."
It came in the morning.
Wave after wave of multiple hordes spilled over the plain, annihilating all within their grasp. Mikalae stood on a grassy knoll, tears, dragged out of his body by the smoke of warfare, dripped down his face and only the ground. He hurriedly wiped off his eyes and tried to get the dust out of his eyes. His forces were almost competely destroyed, and his skiffs lay burning in the harbor. He spoke bitterly to the air, laden as it was with the sounds of war.
"Alas, the last of the true defenders of His Majesty are fallen!"
With that, he hurled his sword from his side, and watched its rusty blade, propetically, shatter on a rock. He removed his helmet and tossed it at the side of his broken sword. It rolled and splashed in a pool of water, and there, its beautiful plume became saturated and sank into the mud. Mikalae turned his back and walked slowly towards the forest. An aid ran up to him.
"Sir, the army is destroyed. We have no buildings left in our possession. Our leaders are-"
Mikalae cut him off with a gesture of his mailed paw.
"Burn them."
"What, sir?!"
"Burn every building we still possess. Throw salt on the fields. Slaughter the civilians. Cut down the trees. I want them to have nothing; is that clear?"
"Yes, sir, but-"
Mikalae again cut him off and sent him away. He gestured for his general, who kept pace with him as they walked along.
"General, I want a force of two hundred stoats and one hundred rats to travel with me."
"May I ask where we are going, sir?"
"We are going, General, across the sea."
A mixture of incredulity and wonder filled the general's eyes, and he hastily saluted and left to get the select soldiers ready.
***
In under a half hour, his forces were ready. Mikalae gave one last look at the countryside that he had called home. It was now a burning wasteland, and the carcasses of thousands littered its now fallow fields. A last messenger arrived, and gave him one more ill tiding.
"Sir, the Emperor Audres was executed by the victorious soldiers."
Mikalae hung his head and felt a tear trickle down his cheek.
"It is over, then. Does his son live?"
"Aye, sir; but he is in troubled waters."
"So I thought."
He then turned again back to the wasteland.
"I will return. Tell the Son of the Emperor this. Look for my coming when the shadow of Salamandastron touches the Great Fir of the shores; on that day shall the Rightful Line be Emperor once again."
With that, he left Southsward with his fleet, and sailed across the sea. On the shore, attached to a large boulder, was the following inscription.
Self-Proclaimed Emperor of the Northlands:
I would greet you, but I feel that it would be inappropriate for your level of treachery. Thereupon, I speak only these words: I will return, and you will feel the wrath of myself and my vassals. Fear my coming, and fear the consequences of your treachery. I bid thee a short reign.
~Mikalae
OOC: *evil grin* :snicker:
ooc: Ooh, fun!
windhound sat in his small, simple castle, pondering his latest move. Had he been simply parinoid to expect an attack so soon? especially from a nation called Peace Alliance.. but, Peace had threatened to overthrow him.. He shuddered as he thought of the millions of rats callously slain. windhound had never liked rats, but to simply kill off so many, and without proof.. And what would Kilk's return mean for him.. Round and round thoughts circled in his head, and the last one to surface was that he had never really wanted to be the emporer, that he had fallen into it almost by default after his leader had been slain, and with this the confused fox fell into a light, uneasy sleep.
ooc: Kilk messaged me on the board PM system and said to message him in-game if I wanted in, which I did, but then he never replied to that. *sobs*
Beatles got out of the carriage his bodyguard were taking him on, and went forward to march side by side with his captains. They greeted him, and he gave some instructions to them. "Ratler, take 600 stoats, and search out Dead Eye's regiment. I am sure he is going faster than this horde can march, so tell them to march Northeast faster and try to surround them. Tell them to kill anyone, but take Dead Eye prisoner if possible." Ratler nodded, and went off towards the main contingent.
"Slash, I want you to take your fastest scouts and scout out any major troops within 2 days marching distance of our horde as we move. Tell them to be as swift as possible." Slash, nodded, then said "Sir, we will have to go 3 days ahead maybe, since the main horde moves also." Beatles replied: "Do what you will, but make sure you are thorough."
He walked quietly along with his captains, and finally said that oh-so-cliche phrase which nobody dared tell him was so funny, "Quick's the word, sharp's the action". Some captains barely stifled their laughter, but Beatles was too preoccupied to notice.
To the right of the marching horde was a large mountain range, and a stream flowed out from it. It was nearing dusk, and the officers debated camping down. Beatles saw that there was still marching to be done that day, but he decided against it. "Yes, you can camp here. It is a good spot. Let the horde have a good rest, for tomorrow I feel there will be a showdown. Post double guards tonight."
The officers nodded, and scattered off to their duties. Beatles returned to his carriage, grimly surveying the Northern landscape. In the distance he could see a mountain with white at the very top. They had finally arrived. This was the beginning of the Northlands.
The Lady Calria sat in her hastily erected tent pavillion, and ran her paw yet again over the strong cloth of the flag her horde now flew... amythest studded to defineit as the Bad Lands' own, and with the black cross of Kilkenne on it.
The stoat's eyes shone, reflecting the fire not far away from her. Were the rumors true, that the true emperor had not only returned, but that he had offered to the Lady Shael the powers of the throne? She would find out tommorrow, when her horde came to the Northlands, and the stronghold of her leader...
Even now, her army grew and her lands increased. Yet, she bided time... bided time and waited for the right moment to claim more lands. She had learned from many seasons wars not to be hasty.
~moves~ Should be in the Role Playing forum
(OOC: TY Ad, you've probably killed it. No one looks there anymore.)
Wrapped tightly in her thickest winter cloak, Lady Calria and her horde arrived at the gates. As they had approached in the distance, she had seen Dead Eye go in, and she reconized the banners of the Lady Shael among those within the fortress.
The rumors are true, then. she thought.
With a sweeping curtsey, she requested entrance to the gates, which was quick in coming, since each battalion of her armies carried her new banner.
Once inside, she left her horde in the common areas, with the other soldiers, and went into the great hall, where she had heard Kilk would be.
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ooc: Am I the ONLY one on these forums who uses the "View New Posts" link? I NEVER go into the separate areas unless I'm starting a new topic...
A hawk landed in the courtyard now, and slowly hopped over to Kilk. "Juu Kilk rright?"
Kilk stood back in surprise. "Yes, I am Emperor Kilk"
"Ggood. Beattttles send letterrrr." And with that, the hawk dropped a piece of parchment at Kilk's feet, and winged away, back into the sky. It headed slowly south.
An assistant jumped for the letter and handed it to Kilk. Kilk looked at it, and read it. First, his eyes widened, then he gave a small chuckle and glanced over at Dead Eye.
QuoteKilk -
I hope you have not forgotten our agreement. Dead Eye is rightfully my prisoner. Do what you want with Aubres, it was never my intention to kill him - my soldiers had too much fun. But I want Dead Eye.
Beatles
ooc: Inside? Ooh, sorry.
ooc: Autoing my left foot.
OOC: I may or may not be gone all weekend, going to arizona. Depends on comp access
ooc: Ok Kilk. I won't be on much this weekend either. Its Friday, tonight I have a football game. Wont be on at all tomorrow, wedding for my cousin. Sunday I will probably be busy also. Monday night my account comes out of vacation and I will do this and that. So the rp will just be on hold sort of.
ooc: arg. Kilk, you've got to answer me...I'm in your clan, after all.
(I have a ton of HW to do, and some errands and stuff to do tonight, but I swear I'll post before I get to bed!)
(OOC: completely disreguard John's last paragraph. He said nothing about not just being alone, and he isn't even after Shael, think of why he's after you... he feels his position is threatened.)
ooc: yes disregard it
A pine marten travelled apartently alone. He had no idea where he was, though he felt like there was war in the happenings. But in truth, the marten was followed by what looked like a great dark cloud, that made a loud continous thunder. Many hawks, eagles and kites were following the creature, on his side. When he saw a great building, not sure what it was, he pulled himself towards and grabbing onto the door with two powerful arms, the marten climbed up a little so he could knock on it. Why did he have to climb up on the door? The answer is because the pine marten had no legs from both his upper thighs down, a terrible wound of battle, but somehow he survived. His tail was around his neck, having fallen off with his legs, but the little over middle aged marten travelled fast on his arms, which were very musculer and powerful after about 14 or 15 seasons walking on them. Kind of a tan colour, except at the end of his snout and tip of his ears were black. Calling in a loud, but polite voice the traveller kept knocking,
"Hello! Is anyone there? I ask who lives here if they could provide night shelter for Honeg the Powerful of the Northlands and his winged friends!"
OOC: Yes, it is true, Pikepaw the Mercenary has returned after so long! Though I may not be as active as much, mostly just rps. Guess what Warlord I am! I have a tale for my dissapearance, but it makes me sad, so I am just saying that I was busy making plans to destroy the Earth and move all the peoples to Mel-Mac, the planet I am going to create.
ooc: Thanks Kilk. And I like you and Shael marrying! hehe. And the picture thing is in the movie Lord of the Rings in Rivendale. It shows Isildur sweeping at Surons hand. Sorta like that I guess.
OOC: Sorry, I make mistakes. Is this better?
A stoat captain adressed Honeg at the door after hearing his name and buisness, the stoat said,
"Well Master Honeg, you may come in, but your feathered friends will have to wait outside. Shall I carry you in to meet his mightiness in one half an hour. So we might just have some more allies in this war?" The carring part ticked the marten off, and he shouted at him,
"Listen stoat! I don't need to be carried, unless there is a river in that fortress, which I doubt. I have carried myself for about 15 seasons on my arms, that is why they have so many muscles. I shall go in with you and my friends will stay outside, they don't like going inside buildings anyways." Then the stoat captain got up with his paws over a broken nose and led Honeg inside. The pine marten was amazed by the fortress, it was maginifcent compared to all the castles Honeg had seen in the northlands, though they were few and were not among the most maginifcent of the northlands, but still, this place was beautiful and amazing, truly a place for an emperor.
(OOC: Pikepaw, Don't auto the characters I create. I don't care if it's not significant, but this is a dictatorship, you'd be dead before you even came CLOSE to touching a captain in this setting. The only people who have free leave to do what they please are my already set allies, think about it. You have to earn trust before doing something stupid.
If you want to not disreguard this post, I can just kill you off if you want that?)
OOC: I edited the post, it is natural for someone to underestimate a beast without legs. Am I the beast you have not met yet or not? So I didn't punch your captain, just got a little mad.
Honeg hummed to himself as he went with the captain, waiting for a time to speak with the emperor, he heard slight catches of the meeting before the captain brought the marten somewhere else. Saying his thoughts aloud to the stoat,
"No disrespect, but nobeast in that meeting is the true emperor of the north. Maybe northern Mossflower, but not the Northlands where I come from, for there is no emperor or king or emperess or queen. We live on our standards and rules and only have, guiders really. The Northlanders are strong and free and shall remain for they will never let anybeast conquer them."
Honeg replied calmly, though he was surrounded,
"I am sorry for my words, I had not heard of you before, oh Emperor, as I come from the far north, a place where beasts from the south never travel, covered with ice, snow and rock and the tiny houses of the villiagers. There, no one else hear's anything of us and we hear nothing of anyone. It is a place of freedom, I was born there and have lived there my whole life, losing my legs defending it against a rare attack. They are few it may seem, but they are the few that are still strong and free. I am sorry to offend you Emperor, for I come from a place where we know nothing of anyone outside, may you take my apologies," Then the pine marten looked up, a light in his eye, "But I warn you, I am a better ally than foe, not to threaten you Sir. Though, if you kill one of my friends or attempt to kill me, you will never see the sun for the rest of your life, because the skies above your head will be filled with deadly birds, waiting to kill, if you decide to be my foe. If you decide to make me ally, then your enemies will never see the sun again instead of you, for I have that power, there are many birds on my side. Enough to cover the skies above your head. The choice is yours Emperor, live in darkness or have me as a beast in your army. I do not threaten, hold power, offend or do anything else your Emperorship may not like, I simply offer a choice." Honeg awaited the answer, no nervousness written on his face.
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He laughed again. Another threat.
"You don't quite understand, do you? You are not in a position to come to my fortress and go on terms, cur. I would not be overtaken before, and I will not take orders from any..." His mind thought 'Well...maybe one...' "...beast."
Kilkenne drew his gladius from it's scabbard and raised it above his head as the archers nocked their arrows back and took careful aim, and awaited for the sword paw to fall. The soldiers closed in around the stoat, their shields ready to knock him to the ground, and swords ready to cut him into chunks.
"Your birds are not a match for this fortress. What are they to use upon it? Fire? Ereptor tried, that is why this citadel is made of stone. Siege weapons? Birds cannot produce such wonders. Constant vigilance from birds? My armies number in the hundreds of thousands. There is no way you can produce enough birds of war to deal with that many archers."
He laughed. One archer's arm trembled. A few foot soldiers stood nervously as they awaited the dropping of the sword as he stepped back into the crowd.
Rumors spread quickly in the lands of this world. From idle gossip to serious discussion at the local tavern, the one, burning, constant phrase brought terror and fear to some, and hope of freedom and justice to others. For whispered from Southsward to the Northlands, was this one phrase:
"Mikalae is back!"
***
In the Northlands, just outside of Kilkenne's castle, lay a small group of vermin, dressed in the costumes of those of a religious order. They wore robes and hoods that completely covered their faces, and no steel was evident at their belts. There were a total of about two score, and some stood, some sat, but all looked ready; for what, you couldn't tell. One of them walked over to where a slightly taller wildcat stood. He whispered in a low voice, so that only those close could hear.
"When will he be here, m'lord? It isn't wise to tarry here for long..."
The other shook his head, and a tiny, tight grin appeared on his face.
"Do you remember Aubres, soldier?"
The soldier bowed his head in pious remembrance.
"Aye, sir, I remember him well."
"Then you should know that he did not fail in his missions, ever?"
"Aye, sir."
"This is his son we are waiting for. He will not be long in escaping."
The soldier's shocked attitude increased in exponential proportions, becoming all the more evident in his mannerisms.
"Agglan is coming here?"
Mikalae DarkKnight smiled, nodding slowly.
"Aye, he will. We are bringing him back to his rightful place as Emperor, after the legacy of his father. I have the promises of several warlords that they will support us in this endeavor. Duke Aubres will not have died in vain."
***
In myriad places across the known world, there were small groups of vermin traveling, harmless, and supposedly unarmed. A score here, three score there; a small force in Southsward, a tiny patrol in Mossflower. They were preparing to strike. And at the dawn of the Fourth Age, there would be blood spilled over the Emperorship of the Warlords.
And Mikalae was ready.
The pine marten put his face to the ground and tears came out of his eyes and begged,
"Please let them be, let us leave this place in peace and I shall never trouble you again Emperor! I was wrong in what I did and said! Just let me and my birds live and go free and you shall never hear of Honeg the Powerful again!" Honeg looked up a little pleadingly at Emperor Kilkenne, the birds were his friends, he could not have them slain.
Not expecting any mercy, Honeg wrapped his cloak about himself and disappeared. The hawks, kites and eagles had all vanished too. The marten was gone, every creature was where they were and then Honeg had disappeared without touching anyone else.
(OOC: Mikalae and Aus, you are to conform to this RP, for these reasons:
1) this is not pertaining to what happened in game.
2) I am the emperor of the North because of something that happened before you were even here, I was the first there, and therefore I claimed it, so that's why I'm the emperor.
3) I'm sick of your righteous crusades to find the most stupid thing you can do to make me angry.
4) I can't even play the game anymore because people like you go on your quests against me because of things that happen in RP's and such, so before I come back after leaving I have to weigh my odds, what do I want to do more.
5) This is set to where I JUST CAME BACK FROM "the dead" NOT IN EMPIRE TIMES, I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE IMPERIAL FORCES OF THE NORTH, OR KILK'S MARAUDERS, NOT JUST NOW DO I DECIDE TO MAKE MY RP'S ROMAN STYLE.
Aus is fine in doing this, but Mikalae's people just happen to show up? Good job, champ, you made a third storyline to make it complicated for everyone. Thanks.)
PS: OOC: Mikalae, I am not the EMPEROR OF ALL WARLORDS, I AM THE EMPEROR OF THE NORTH, I didn't realize that you had made THAT assumption too. Just had to clear the heavy air of stupid.
Dis regard my last posts. I'm quitting the RP, can't do it..
Honeg promised himself, as he headed far away on the back of an eagle from Kilk's fortress, that he would never return. Never, never, again would he ever dare come within four seasons march of even the Emperor's petty, scrawny slave, he didn't want an ecounter like that again. He headed south, for Kilkenne was emperor only of the north, never again could the marten show his face in the north. He would never be heard of in the north ever again.
OOC: My fleeingh to the south means I am leaving this rp, never to be heard of or seen again.
(OOC: No, Razorclaw, what I am saying is that this is seperate than what happened in the game)
OOC: I am debating posting here... I am a decent RPer.. and I could give you guys someone to defeat or whatever.... I dunno.. anyone care? Have any opinion on the matter?
OOC: *points* Ask Kilk. He's the one pretty much leading this thread.
There's not really much I can do right now, I'll just wait till after Razorclaw posts.
[OOC: Ashyra is obsessively paranoid about being taken over. She won't let anyone come anywhere near her position as Ruler of All Oceans...]
OOC: Sure, Dead Eye! You can find me dead.
OOC: Well, Kilk, this has been a pleasant surprise. Firstly, I have the divinely appointed opportunity to be flamed. I love it, I could just sit here all day and hear people try to clear things up, fail miserably, and call it "clearing the air of stupid". So, to prevent myself from ranting any further, I cut myself off to spare everyone else the trouble of hearing every fallacy, flaw, deliberate misrepresentation, and erroneous idea you presented in your out of character. If you wish to say anything to me, AIM me. Blackknight162. Thank you.
Yours so very Truthfully,
Mikalae DarkKnight
The castle of Bran Stoneshield, the true emperor of the southlands, sat in his hall with his army. Little was known about the weasel dressed in all black, but his skill with the sabre was feared by many.
OOC: Well, I am back on the board, for those of you that don't remember me, my old username was Bran Stoneshield....a RNN reporter...and I'm back
OOC: Well since Bran is in the south, I'll come back,
Honeg saw, from ontop of his eagle, a great castle in Southsward where he was. Maybe this ruler would have more understanding. The skies darkened with the great host of birds that came was only about a third of his winged forces. Carrying himself to the gate, the legless marten spoke to the gatekeeper (guard, whatever),
"Tell the ruler of this castle, if he is not allied with Kilkenne the Emperor of the North, that he has the service of Honeg the powerful. For I have forces that can cover the skies and good fighters, waiting for my command, not too many, but great and fearless warriors. Tell your ruler, that I wish to join him, I do not ask for great power or land, just a place where I can live." A rustle in the bushes signalled that the few free and strong of the Northlands, not allied with Kilk, had arrived, "Those are my fighters, ready to fight at the command of your ruler and myself!"
(OOC: So, I've finally joined in. Kilk, if I mess up, just poke me. *nods* Or anyone else, in that case. Yess..)
Sha paced around, pulling her tunic closer to her body. It had been many long seasons since she had felt so cold. Being a leader had its advantages, fire and warmer clothing being some. Not that there had been many that had wanted to follow her. No one stood against the Black Cross and lasted long. But it had been an attempt, and it had gone well, at least, at first.
Now those that she had led stared at her, their eyes showing contempt and hatred. Perhaps if she had led better, or waited for more intelligence, or more help, anything that would have saved them from this wretched end. But some had even been chosen to be slaves - an even worse fate.
Sha sighed and slid down the side of the wall until she was in sitting position. She pulled knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, attempting to stay warm and hide from the glares. She could tell what they were thinking and hoped, for her own saftey, that they were never fed. There had been a time when she would have been able to beat any of them in hand-to-hand combat, but now? No.
Looking up from her reverie, the weasel noticed a well-armoured guard beckoning to her. She wondered how he had entered without her hearing the door, then shrugged and went to him.
"Are you Sha, the rebel-leader?"
"Aye. I am Sha."
"Come with me. Lord John wishes to speak with you."
"Lord John, eh?"
Sha allowed herself to be taken by the arm and lead out of the prision. Why was she being taken to the one she had fought against?
interesting developments....very interesting. I'll keep reading
ooc: The Red Eagle still serves the Black Cross, disregard the last 3 posts
*oocishly wonders where she is*
OOC: anyone gonna post? Me and Kilk just did, but what happened to John, Sha, Shael, and our bad guys?
OOC: I'm going back to Wandering Rebel style, for the sake that I have RP'd like that for longer and I can make more intricate posts for that...
Here's a pic of the *old* Kilkenne I'm reverting back to:
Here!
(OOC: I can't do anything until John posts. So I'm stuck. *twiddles thumbs*)
(Any room for an ermine named Maria? Or, as she will tell you, Ruby Redfyr.)
OOC: So sorry, forgot.
John looked out the window of his main fortress. "Lyrog, come here." The weasel captain obeyed, though rather slowly. "For one, we need to establish trade routes between here and Kilk's palace. Economy is the spice of life, and we could use some stockpiles of food and money. Now, I also want you to-" The door opened and Sha was carried in by 2 guards. "Hello, Sha. You put up quite a rebellious fight there. Too bad I outnumbered you 50 to one. As we speak every single one of your troops are working as slaves in the fields, making food for the troops that captured them. Except for 20, the 20 best, brightest, fastest, strongest, hardy and bloodthirsty troops you have. I want you to form a scouting unit. Southsward is laid claim to by many warlords, and I want you to find the 2nd and 3rd strongest. Tell them if they unite that I wil help them in their battle against the strongest, find out who he is too. Of course, I'll also of sent messengers to him warning him of the attacks. When they march together to fight the strongest they'll have my support all right. I'll have 20 poisoners in there, a long with a few assassins. Noone will notice in the heat of battle that their troops are falling seemingly for no reason. Of course, I'll also have supplied the strongest with thousands of troops to stay and guard the palace.......while he leads the charge. Of course, he won't, he'll fall to the back, but we'll hav our best archers flank the side as support then shoot the leader. He'll fall, I'll rally the troops around the Red Eagle, I'll have the palace and two threats gone with minimum resentment. Of course, you won't tell anyone. I have 5 of your group as assassins for me, and I'm making all 20 go with you wherever you go. If you turn on me the 5 will murder you. How do you like my plan? I don't care. Your going to do it or die. Or possibly a fate worse than death. I'll decide that on a whim's notice. Good-bye." And with that he motioned to the guards to carry her out. He had made sure she did not speak the entire time. " Now, Lyrog. I also want you to establish trade routes with the nearest Easterners......I think I could conquer them easily enough, but you squeeze the sponge dry before you........well.....you know. Just take all their resources then conquer them." "Yes, master. I see, I hear, I obey."
Lyrog hurried out of the study. "My my, this shall be fun." John looked at his map. " But quite possibly not easy."
RazorClaw's eagles had returned to him with good news. Ashyra's skiffs weren't as many in number as his creatures, who could traverse sea and land. And the rumour had it that she had a floating fortress on the sea... A simple matter to barricade it out... and have her troops trapped until they either succumb to his will or starve. She wasn't allies with Kilk yet, and she hadn't brought many forces with her... RazorClaw set to work. Kilk was, his top eagle informed him... busy with his empress, and he didn't want to interrupt them, so he got ready. Putting on his black diamond claws and his mail shirt shirt, covered in green silk, along with a black leather vest. He grabbed his scimitar and his weighted throwing knives. Then he gathered the troops who were in the barricade, ordering those who were still at the volcano to take his massive flagship, the Moon Arrow, and bring it to the coast. Then he and his creatures set off at a run to the beach, leaving a note to inform Kilk of what he was doing, and noting that Ashyra was still back at the fortress. That meant he should get to the fortress first, unless she had a really fast ship...
OOC: Just reserving this space, in case I don't have time enough to do a new topic.
Schoolwork dragging me down, you understand. I really can't let it get on top of me any more that it already has.
OOC: I was in the fight against Loren, so I will travel to the North with my horde and help in the aiding of Kilks, Imperial Forces, I already travel under the Black Cross.(Sorry for taking your space Raine, but I want to keep this going.)
As the night wind blew across the deserted plain of snow and ice on one of the coldest nights in the far Northern regions, a large bird could be seen trying to get food from the ground. As it twiterd(sp?) away happily it was shot through the wing. Not noing what to do, the bird immediatly began to run away from the area of which the arrow had been shot. It was peairced again for a second time, throw the foot. It stumbled over and gave up any hope fo escape, and tried ot turn around to face it's adversary. The bird was hit in the face within seconds, a large club was then draged behind a mysteriouslly large creature while it carried the dead bird over it's shoulder.
Once inside the safety of his hordes camp, the admineral of all captains delivered the bird to his owner, noone could outrun the hunters of the great wolflord: Blackeyes.
Blackeyes was an ordinary wolf... to those who first set eyes upon him. But from close observastios. You could see that Blackeyes, had no eyes. In there place, stood 2 small crytals, cut, and shaped in the apperance of eyes, made by the healers in his horde, he lost them both in a battle against an enourmous reptil, who had ambushed his horde with many other small lizards. Blackeyes never know what the creature looked like, but when his hordes had finnaly gotten him out from under the thousands of lizards covering his body, they told him he would not of liked what they saw. It was long, like a snake, but as wide as a fully grown oak, and as strong as a badgerlord taken upon by the bloodrath. They had hacked at the beast for hours upon hours, until they had finnaly severed it's head, and found there leader, on the brink of death. The healers were still curing his wounds, form 3 seasons back, and the eyes they had made for him, were only a distraction, the mad animal, could still fight. He used the feelings of movmwent, and sound, and was still the utter mst strongest in his vast army of ferrets, stoats, falcons, and weasels. He kept the falcons for espionage upon other hordes, the weasels and ferrets for digging trenches around his camps, and the stoats for doing deadly battle... Which is exsactly what he had been looking and waiting for when he had heard of Kilkenne Radgingblade, Emporer of the Northlands, was alive.