Uprising [IC/OPEN]

[The Flame Dawn]

Da IC (still a bit of a project here XD)

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"How many years has it been since this all started," Zanauf grumbled to himself as he walked out of his tent.

His tent was situated on one of the old spires near the center of the headquarters. The massive complex was largely a tent city built out of the ruins of a Tengin city that doubled as an excavation site before the uprising began. He walked over to one of the guards, a Batali who was wearing some old guardsmen armor and wielded a sword.

"Guard," Zanauf said to the Batali who tensed up, "I want you to go and fetch some of the others, I'll be preparing the plans for our little nations and I would like their opinions on it."

The guard nodded before sprinting down the slopping staircase, running out into the open city going around and finding the others.

[Charlia]

The life of a slave was harsh.

Perhaps not as harsh for the domestic slaves as it was for the other classes, but to the young woman with the braided red hair, green eyes, and near-translucent skin combined with ever-so-slightly-pointed ears that served to mark her as a half-elf, it seemed very harsh indeed.

She didn't remember a life before slavery, which was probably a good thing--if she did, she might not have been able to bear her current fate.

She had to live with not only slavery, but the prejudice of society against people like her--the half-breeds. The misfits.

And those who didn't hate her for her race usually only liked her for her looks. Take those away, and what was she? Nothing. Nobody.

Well, she reminded herself, that's not exactly true.

She was still somebody.

She was still a slave.

[Harndar]

Dwarven Alliance, Rockholm, The White Wall
Romun and his men stared at the ruined kingdom known as Rockholm. It's was were either damaged or collapsed, it's statues has been snowed over from the harsh conditions of The White Wall, it's doors are foot deep in the snow and was deserted after The Fall. However, the Dwarves planned to rebuild Rockholm, like they did to other Dwarven kingdoms nearby. Since their first rebellion, The Dwarves managed to take several settlements near the White Wall and rebuild some of the ruined kingdoms. They were able to get some armor and weapons of the old and planned to use then if the Imperials decide to attack. The Dwarves, set a series of traps, fortresses, and hidden defenses to protect their settlements from attacks.
"Alright fellow Dwarves." Romun said proudly as he faced Rockholm,"For anyone that are new, welcome to Rockholm. For now, this will be our kingdom. Half of us will stay behind and guard the kingdom, while half of us go down The White Wall and take the next settlement! We will leaving an tick, so hurry up and find anything usable for war, armor, weapons, anything." Romun's voice boomed at his make-shift Legion of Dwarves and slaves. He then turns to the Legion."ONCE AGAIN! WELCOME! TO! ROCKHOLM!"
The Legion quickly moved in the walls and shoveled through the snow, once done, they opened the doors into the kingdom. It was nearly pitch black when they entered the mountain and had to use torches to find their way. After a few minutes, one dwarf was able to find a lever. He pulled one and lava came from from canals, lighting up the place a bit. He then flipped more switches to make more lava flow into the canals. The lava lit the sleeping Rockholm, waking it from it's dark, lonely slumber.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Bar-Tis-Tawaan
Emerald Shores
Feet of the West Barsaan Mountains
Under a full moon

The cold night of the desert edge. A clear sky under the light of a bright moon, the stars littered across the sky like pebbles on the shores of the Emerald Sea. A few fires in the distance, a few lights among the buildings of Bar-Tis-Tawaan. The sound of crickets chirping away, an owl or two flying about and the distant flapping of bat wings. Besides the murmur of a few late tavern guests and the boots of night guards, the night was devoid of people and filled with the comforting sounds of many animals. Animals that lived free and happy, with the risk of their own life. Animals that were amongst their own kin. Animals that wouldn’t spy for a soul.

From a rooftop, Londer looked on over the nightly city. It was the perfect night for what he was planning to do. There was plenty of light, the dry season was just starting… There wouldn’t be rains in the desert for a few weeks, at least. Normal people wouldn’t be able to traverse it with ease. It was like a wall, a gate in the world to which he only held the key. Notomys required no drinking water, as long as they had enough food. So, he would have a good head start. Tonight would be his first free night in many years.

Londer, in his nimble agility, climbed down the side of the building. His little nails burrowed into the hard wood while he used his tail to keep a stable footing. Within a few seconds, Londer had reached the street, now only illuminated by the moon. Perfect, just what he needed. He sprang from shadow to shadow, keeping sounds at a minimum while his little paws made contact with the rough sands. Notomys were small, which would help a lot here. In Bar-Tis-Tawaan, people knew their slaves from their slavers. Were he caught by any citizen, he would surely be handed over immediately. He needed to get a head start into the Barsaan Desert before the roll-call tomorrow morning. Then, he would stand a chance of escaping.

Luckily, the night was quiet. It was cold, a dry cold that only the nightly desert knew. The winds were in his back, coming from the Emerald Sea. This was fortunate, as the hunting dogs would be left scentless. He himself would be able to smell any pursuers from miles away, though. As I said, conditions were perfect. That was perhaps his only problem. The slavers too knew what the perfect nights for escape were. The city gates were heavily guarded, especially with the full moon. The slavers hadn’t lost their minds yet, it seemed. Guard duties at the gates had been doubled, large fires had been lit at the top of the walls, and all cargo was sufficiently checked for any unwanted passengers. Thieves coming in, slaves coming out. A Notomys would be picked out in seconds.

With his walking cane in hand, Londer leaned around a corner. From there, he could see the large Eastern Gate, the Sand Gate as it was known. Caravans coming from the east would pass through here, after their scorching trip through the desert. These days, the last of the caravans were coming through. For a few weeks from now, no caravans would dare cross the scorching plains. No-one but a few Notomys merchants, enslaved by the rich slavers of the city. And those who dared and survived, of course. From where he stood, he could get a good view of the gate. It stood high and mighty, banners fluttering towards the desert, flames flaring up as soon as the wind blew them more air to fuel their blazing. The guards were busy, it seemed. A small Notomys caravan stood parked inside the arches of the gates, seemingly questioned by the guards. This was typical, slave caravans were often picked out. Notomys weren’t exactly warriors by birth, so they made easy targets for bureaucrats and power mongers.

Nevertheless, the distraction of the caravan proved fortunate. All six of the posted guards stood around the mouse men, eyeballing their little figures and making crude jokes about their stature. You could see these mice were tired, their fur was covered in dust and their eyes were slacking. They just wanted to rest. Something the guards could seemingly smell from a mile away. But as their abuse grew, the slave population of Bar-Tis-Tawaan declined. By one, to be precise. Unremarked by the busy guards, Londer slipped past the roaring flames into the desert night, following the road leading east towards the sea. The sea meant ships, of course. And ships meant a transport to Grand Padal. And Grand Padal… There was liberty. With his staff in hand and his backpack packed, Londer the Notomys started his trek into the desert. The night was cold, but freedom burned hotter. He took his time, for the moment. The slavers who owned him wouldn’t discover his absence until he was properly away. He had some respite. The night was welcoming, and for the first time in years, Londer hummed one of the old songs of his people, free from shackles.

“Here, I walk, on beds of sand
Her gentle hand caressing me
And with far-flung lands and distant shores
Is there a place I would rather be?”

[Harndar]

Romun's Legion, Nearby settlement.
After leaving Rockholm, Romun's Legion sets out to take the nearby settlement ((Which I don't really know the name, but we're rolling with it.)) The Legion was numerous, even if they were split in half. The Dwarves neared the settlement, defensive archers were at the ready to attack.
Romun walked a bit out,"People and guards!" His voice boomed once more,"We are giving you one chance to surrender to The Dwarven Alliance!"
"To hell with the Dwarven Alliance!" One of the guards yelled. The guards then insulted the Dwarves and Romun, but Romun stood still."Very well... Then we'll let you reunite with your gods!" Romun pulled out his sword and shield,"TO BATTLE!" and with a battle cry, the dwarves charged. arrows flew overhead from both sides. Romun was the first to clash with the guards, they maybe tall, but they were not ready for him. Romun stabbed one and fling the body into another. A guard tried to go for a stab, but it was deflected by his shield. Romun then counterattacked the guard by making him loose balance and sliced his head right off. The Dwarves shortly followed in suit of their general, the guards failed to protect the walls. The guards barricaded the gate, but fell in as a battering ram was brought in. In a matter of minutes, the Dwarves held the wall.

[Camelone]

Today was the day, the day the Batali will reassert their destiny as freemen and the traitors of the Old Ways will be slaughtered for their decadence and betrayal of their fellow Batali. The plan has been set into motion, blood will flow tonight when the master and his greatest Batali warriors will dine with him and other important merchants. A few of Chosen were amongst the ranks of the traitors as Dalmir expected but he will make sure they are thoroughly drunk before he makes his move.

The night was setting fast and the only light of the Vertza Estate came from the masters mansion while the Batali huts in the Garrison Quarter had all their lights out. A fountain adored the walkway up to the glistening marble building and the noise of merriment could be heard from indoors, Dalmir played his instruments and stayed hidden as usual but now his warriors infiltrated the party. The wine was spiked with a narcotic that will make the drinker incredibly drowsy. The rebels wore their traditional desert clothes only letting their eyes be seen. An assortment of chains, makeshift knives, and wooden clubs was their weaponry as the estates arsenal was in the basement of the mansion.

Dalmir continued to play and sing for another hour, well into the night before he was relieved by the next act. Taking this chance Dalmir began to sneak down to the arsenal where it was lightly guarded by 2 human guards, the master didn't trust the Batali enough to not rebel against him if they had proper weapons and armor before they were properly indoctrinated. Approaching the guards, who unsheathed their swords, Dalmir allowed the energy of the Chosen course through him and when the guards got close he let go a burst of energy that threw the guards hard against the wall. Stepping over the guards he unlocked the arsenal by busting down the door.

Whole suits of armor and the weapons to accompany them, a scimitar and longsword, the helmet was a simple steel helmet with leather padding and chain mail to cover the neck, the cuirass was plate armor with scale mail underneath with leather underneath that, and steel gauntlets. Smiling to himself he began to put a set of armor on.

Meanwhile the warriors that were circling the mansion slowly began to climb up and enter the elaborate mansion. Entering a couple floors below the party once the loud music began. They knocked out or killed servants that they came across and were soon meant by a fully armored Dalmir who carried a bag of swords with him, quietly handing them out he gave a scimitar and longsword to each of his warriors, 9 in total, and they made their way to the party. Incoherent laughter and speaking was heard.

Nodding to one of his men the warrior rolled in a small amount of explosives to startle them. A couple screams were heard than a boom. Rushing in with a roar the rebels slaughtered everyone in the room except for the master and his family. Blood was running throughout the room and his wife was sobbing while he looked angrily up at Dalmir.

"I sparred your life and this is how you repay me? By taking all my wealth from me and letting my blood flow in that forsaken Crimson river!" The master said standing up defiantly.

Dalmir stood there unwavering "You have my respect for sparring my life but the I could not ignore the woes of my people any longer. You will be allowed to take your suit of armor and weapons along with one crate of gold. You will leave and if we meet in battle I expect you to fight me. Now good day I have things to attend to, like announcing the restoration of my people's freedom." He said turning around and striding out of the mansion to the barracks. The barracks were more of a enclosed prison village within a prison as there were 3 sets of walls to get to before Dalmir arrived at the barracks.

"Awaken my people! Tonight we sing of freedom and tonight will mark the crusade of vengeance against those who abandoned the Code of the Desert for pleasure! Take up arms, we will start by razing this beacon of our oppression!" By the time he was done speaking the entirety of the slave population roared in cheers as they surged through the gate to loot the mansion and estate. Meanwhile Dalmir was organizing his followers into militia brigades along clan and tribal lines. After a couple hours the estate was burned down and the weapons and armor were properly distrubited amongst the warriors on skill and clan rank.

"Forward march our vengeance begins today!" Dalmir yelled out with a response of "All hail the Chosen Messiah!" From his makeshift army. Women and children marched in the center to better protect them and the best armored in the front and back.

Behind them the mansion slowly collapsed inwards as a fire spread through it and the fires across the estate burned brightly in the night. Some of the slave servants joined the Batali rebel army while others just fled but none of this was of Dalmir's concern. "We'll be reunited again my love just you wait." He said softly.

[Cuprum]

The vast expanse had been set for the occasion. Lodges had been procured along the almost a league of greenery and gardens that sat amongst the islands of the Big City.

As the grounds began to awake, troupes of actors and dancers began their performances, whilst the Courtesans began their parade, maids in tow, up the promenade before The Nobility.

Servants, bearing casks of sweet wine, and troughs of ice from the ice houses mingled throughout, the retinues of the many exotic delegations being readily served to. All about, through the crowds, the lavender of the Lady's own household could be spotted, wheeling from one group to the next with practiced grace and charm, letting nothing escape their sight or sound.

A brazen horn announced the arrival of the other nobles. A top horseback in full armour, their ladies beside them. Ἀλκιβιάδης rode with his own company; the ἑταῖροι, their discipline as obvious as their silvered armour and sabres.

His arrival at the shrine in the centre began the official revels. Drums and flutes and a thousand other sounds rang out across the flowered domain, and Ἀλκιβιάδης' greatest prize was open to all.

The old general from a hundred of battles hadn't seen anything quiet like the Fortress and her gardens. There was beauty and color throughout the premises as noblemen and women gathered in groups to part take in socializing as festivities begin.

His old father and another member of the Nobility sipped from fine colored glasses as they mingled with the others. Ἀλκιβιάδης on the other hand felt a bit hollow and empty even with his apparent wanderlust. He wished that he could experience this with Aρτεμις, she would have enjoyed the Pleasure Gardens. The General had not heard from her in the longest time, every time he would ask her father about the girl he was always met with a nasty reply.

[Vulnier]

Vorlia, village near White Wall

Johnny was in the local tavern, drinking with what little money he had in hopes that he could drive the boredom away that was starting to eat him from the inside.

Man, what a shite little town

Johnny thought as he gluged down on his mead. He had come in hopes that this local village could offer some kind of job that had adventure and the promise of money at the end. But all this town had to offer was robbery, corruption, and jobs that involved the capture of runaway slaves, which Johnny had no intention of doing. With his sword and his knapsack, he sat their, waiting for the sun to rise above the mountains so he could forget about this town and move on to the next one.

Mabey the next town will be better...

Johnny thought in his wishful thinking, as he continued to drink away the day in his boredom.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Liisiha
Aveki Reeducation Camp, Isle of the Draken

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Six months.... a female Draken thought as she looked around her cell. It was cold, damp and barely lit, key indicators of it being under ground. It was also fairly open and large, her being a seven foot eight Draken. The door to the cell was made from bars of Draken iron, a type of iron stronger than normal iron, and with a higher melting point, for if it was made from normal iron, the female Draken would have either melted it or broke through it.

Well, that and the fact that her arms, and legs where attracted to chains. There was also a chain attached to the collar around her neck. The chains where part of some larger mechanism, behind the walls. The mechanism would activate, pulling the chains tight, and restricting her movements.

She rarely got out of the cell, and when she did, she was accompanied by a group of Drakens from the Seven Free Clans. If she was ever taking from her cell, it was to go down deeper, into the mines to work, which all slaves, no matter their classification seemed to do in the reeducation camps. And it wasn't like they were mining anything of value, they where just digging a tunnel.

Interesting group, the Draken. They are the only race in the world that enslaves their own race. It basically comes down to their supremacist nature, and so very old history. Another thing, the Draken are one of the ancient races, if not the oldest race. They are also one of the only two races not part of the Imperial Union, it may be because of the fact that the Draken and humans don't really get along. Anyways, back to the story.

This Draken in chains, her name was Liisiha. She was a slave Draken, from the Graki clan. Nearly two years ago, there was an attempted uprising in Vi'ik... It was crushed, and she was one of the survivors. After the failed uprising, she ran, but was eventually captured and brought to this hole. One thing she noticed was that there didn't seem to be any other Draken slaves in the facility, and the guards seemed to want to keep her secret from all the other slaves. Unknown to both the guards and Liisiha, a rumour had started a couple weeks ago about a Draken in chains.

Six months.... I should probably give up.... she thought as she paced her cell, the chains clanging and jingling, But that's what they want, me to give up, and therefore, return to slavery... No. I won't give up, I will be patient, in time something will happen, and I'll escape.

It was then that the chains started to tighten, pulling her arms up and to the side, while her legs where split a part. She looked like a star. She felt the chain attached to her collar tighten, keeping her head back. She knew what was coming, and she snarled at a group of Draken entered her cell. The leader looked at her.

"Now then, that's not the way to adress your masters." The leader said. He was the Enforcer in charge of the facility, and as such, he was hated, respected and feared by slaves and guards alike. He pulled out a iron rod.

"Now, let's get to your lessons...." He said as he held the rod out, and one of the other Draken's heated it.

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Xerz
Grand Enforcer's Estate, on the Great Mountain
Isle of the Draken

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Xerz stood on his balcony, over looking the Eastern side of the Isle of the Draken. A glass of bright red wine in his hand. He took a sip, and put it down. Before turning around and facing the Yggdrasilyn slave in chains. She had a catlike tail and cat like ears. Poor girl, she was caught trying to steal food from Xerz's food stores.

Xerv walked up to her, and grabbed her jaw, and picked her up with ease. Xerv towered over her with ease at eight foot three. He looked into her eyes, and grinned a sadistic grin as he saw her try and look away.

"So, you tried to steal from me?" he saked already knowning the answer.

The slave closed her eyes and tried to nod.

"My, you Yggdrys are dumber than I originally thought." He said as he carried her towards the balcony. He held her over the edge, and watched the panic in her eyes.

"Show mercy master... I am sorry master.... I won't do it again." she said in a panicked voice.

Xerz smiled and threw her straight up in the air. Listening to her scream as she reached the peak of the throw and started to fall. He then grabbed her by the leg.

"You stole from your master. You committed a crime. Now, why should I show mercy? In fact, I should punish you, and the other slaves. And when they complain, I'll make sure you are to blame." He said with a smirk, "I think I'll do that."`

He then threw her to the ground of his balcony. As she stood up he kicked her. And then he bent down and grabbed her by the hair. He looked into her eyes and saw the fear. He smirked and punched her in the gut and dropped her. She didn't get up as fast as before. She staggered up, and Xerv grabbed his wine once again.

"Mercy..... Master...." she said painfully.

Xerv shook his head, "Fine. I won't punish the others.... but you still need some punishment." he said as he waved his guards in, "Take her to isolation."`

They nodded and carried the slave away as Xerv turned to look out once more. I love my job.

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Azalea
Rebel HQ, Grand Padal

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Azalea stood in front of it. The flames. They where hot. They danced around the manor. Azalea, still young watched as the flames surrounded her master. He stood there and looked at her. He opened his mouth, and the flames entered him and he turned to dust. The world became black, and Azalea fell to her knees crying.

But then she woke up.

Azalea looked around. Nothing new. She was in a tent at the Rebel HQ. She got dressed and stepped out of the tent. It had been a couple years since her master died. She still missed him, no matter what others said about him, he was good to her.

She saw a Batali heading straight for her. She looked up at him. She was Va, as such, she was shorter than most races, and often had to look up.

"What is it?" She asked.

[Harndar]

Vorlia, village near White Wall

Johnny was in the local tavern, drinking with what little money he had in hopes that he could drive the boredom away that was starting to eat him from the inside.

Man, what a shite little town

Johnny thought as he gluged down on his mead. He had come in hopes that this local village could offer some kind of job that had adventure and the promise of money at the end. But all this town had to offer was robbery, corruption, and jobs that involved the capture of runaway slaves, which Johnny had no intention of doing. With his sword and his knapsack, he sat their, waiting for the sun to rise above the mountains so he could forget about this town and move on to the next one.

Mabey the next town will be better...

Johnny thought in his wishful thinking, as he continued to drink away the day in his boredom.

Lots of chatter was heard outside the tavern. The guards fell back as The Dwarves advanced through the city. The screams of guards could be heard outside the tavern as a fight clashed. A guard opened the door, but only to be shot down by Romun.

[Platypus Reborn]

The three Imperial Longboats slipped into the vacant harbor unnoticed. The moment the ships made landfall, dozens of Imperial soldiers came out of the ships. An Optio in fine, chain mill armor walked over to Centurion Gregor, the Commander of the small force. The Commander turned towards the approaching officer and was greeted by a salute from his subordinate. "Optio Pouli reporting in, Sir. The ships have been loaded and the Centuria is ready to advance, Centurion," the officer reported. "Good, we will set up camp in the forested hills. We will begin scouting the Pavillion rebel fortifications at dawn, You're dismissed," The Centurion replied. The small unit began to walk towards the hills as the longboats retreated back to the mainland, dispersing into the misty sea.

(OOC)

Centuria= 80 men
Optio= SiC of a Centuria
Centurion= CO of a Centuria
Cohort= 6 Centuries (plural form of Centuria) totaling 480 men.

http://www.primaryhomeworkhelp.co.uk/romans/legion.html

[Vulnier]

Vorlia, village near White Wall

Johnny was in the local tavern, drinking with what little money he had in hopes that he could drive the boredom away that was starting to eat him from the inside.

Man, what a shite little town

Johnny thought as he gluged down on his mead. He had come in hopes that this local village could offer some kind of job that had adventure and the promise of money at the end. But all this town had to offer was robbery, corruption, and jobs that involved the capture of runaway slaves, which Johnny had no intention of doing. With his sword and his knapsack, he sat their, waiting for the sun to rise above the mountains so he could forget about this town and move on to the next one.

Mabey the next town will be better...

Johnny thought in his wishful thinking, as he continued to drink away the day in his boredom.

Lots of chatter was heard outside the tavern. The guards fell back as The Dwarves advanced through the city. The screams of guards could be heard outside the tavern as a fight clashed. A guard opened the door, but only to be shot down by Romun.

Johnny was about to finish his mead, until he heard the strangest thing. He stopped and listened to what he heard outside the tavern.
"Is that... fighting?" He asked himself.
Fearing what was happening, he grabbed his sword, and was about to go outside. Until he witnessed a guard open the door, only to fall dead in the tavern. Looking outside he yelled, " WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" Then he saw a man standing at the door... a small man.

[Ronaar]

Damien Mark slipped his quiver and bow over his shoulders, slipping out the window of his estate. He grabbed the money he had hid, which was quite a large amount, and disappeared into the forests. This wasn't the first time he had diverted funds to this group, but he felt it would be the last. Damien was sure that he would not be returning home this time. This time, Damien planned on staying and fighting, to free not only the slaves his family owned, but all the slaves everywhere.

A few hours passed before Damien came to his destination, the old Tengin city where Zanauf and his troops were held up. He exchanged pleasantries with a few soldiers, laughing as some cracked jokes and cracking a few of his own. He lost track of time and more time passed until he saw a Batali who was grabbing a few people for Zanauf.

"Ah, that's right!" he said, before going to the Batali and asking for Zanauf, "I have some more funds for the rebellion."

The Batali gave him directions, and soon Damien was face-to-face with the Rat-like being.

[Camelone]

Dalmir stalked through the darkness with 2 other of his warriors, each wore a terrifying mask customary of folk monsters of the Batali from ancient legends or screaming spirits. Dalmir's own mask was a black mask that displayed a face contorted in agony. Black robes and tunics concealed their chain male armor and they held their swords at the ready.

Approaching another slavers estate the Batali halted at the wall and began scaling it ever so slowly until they reached a window. Sliding it up Dalmir grabbed the shirt of a guard and pulled the man out sending him hurtling towards the ground, not dead unfortunately.

Inside they made their way to the slavers bedroom, standing over them as they slept Dalmir spoke. "Wake up dear master." In a sickly sweet voice with the other two warriors snickering. The master slowly stirred in his sleep, a little to slowly for Dalmir's taste. He took his longsword and stabbed it down into his leg "I said wake up!" He yelled causing the master to shoot wide awake and scream in pain.

[Charlia]

Dalmir stalked through the darkness with 2 other of his warriors, each wore a terrifying mask customary of folk monsters of the Batali from ancient legends or screaming spirits. Dalmir's own mask was a black mask that displayed a face contorted in agony. Black robes and tunics concealed their chain male armor and they held their swords at the ready.

Approaching another slavers estate the Batali halted at the wall and began scaling it ever so slowly until they reached a window. Sliding it up Dalmir grabbed the shirt of a guard and pulled the man out sending him hurtling towards the ground, not dead unfortunately.

Inside they made their way to the slavers bedroom, standing over them as they slept Dalmir spoke. "Wake up dear master." In a sickly sweet voice with the other two warriors snickering. The master slowly stirred in his sleep, a little to slowly for Dalmir's taste. He took his longsword and stabbed it down into his leg "I said wake up!" He yelled causing the master to shoot wide awake and scream in pain.

A scream.

What?

Her eyes snapped open, and at first she wasn't quite sure where she was. Then it hit her.

Right.

She looked over, and saw what was going on, and it hit her.

Oh, no. They're going to think--this isn't going to look good--well, better death than this!

She pushed herself to a sitting position, forgetting in the heat of the moment the sheer nature of her nightclothes.

Still hurts. Looks like he's getting hurt now, though.

[Harndar]

Lots of chatter was heard outside the tavern. The guards fell back as The Dwarves advanced through the city. The screams of guards could be heard outside the tavern as a fight clashed. A guard opened the door, but only to be shot down by Romun.

Johnny was about to finish his mead, until he heard the strangest thing. He stopped and listened to what he heard outside the tavern.
"Is that... fighting?" He asked himself.
Fearing what was happening, he grabbed his sword, and was about to go outside. Until he witnessed a guard open the door, only to fall dead in the tavern. Looking outside he yelled, " WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" Then he saw a man standing at the door... a small man.

Romun walked up to the entrance and picked up the arrow. Realizing it was broken, he tossed it aside and looked at the tavern. He stroke his gingered beard as he looked. His armor glimmered a silver sparkle when contact with the lanterns. "Looks like a good place to relax after this battle is finished." He finally said."Listen up here Humans, Elves, what whatever, does this place have any slaves?"

[Camelone]

"Not used to pain huh? Well I'll have you know something us Batali love to hear the sounds of our enemies dying grab his arms boys and make sure his lover doesn't leave." Dalmir said as his men pinned the master down and Dalmir circled around taking his mask off to reveal a handsome face with startling blue Batali eyes.

"Do you know who I am? I am Dalmir Olcqa." He said with a grin allowing the mark of the Chosen to show. "I-I know who you are! You're the Chosen Messiah the lower Batali have been talking about... Don't tear my mind a part please!" The master begged as Dalmir put his thumbs on his eyes and fingers on his temples and began slowly killing him. The screams of the master subsided after a few minutes with blood flowing out his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

"Finish the scum off while I deal with his lover." Dalmir ordered making his way to the other side. "Now who do we have here madam?" He asked politely in a tone that conveyed danger. Meanwhile the two warriors finished off the master who finally stopped breathing with a final bubbly scream as swords were driven through his body.

[Charlia]

"Not used to pain huh? Well I'll have you know something us Batali love to hear the sounds of our enemies dying grab his arms boys and make sure his lover doesn't leave." Dalmir said as his men pinned the master down and Dalmir circled around taking his mask off to reveal a handsome face with startling blue Batali eyes.

"Do you know who I am? I am Dalmir Olcqa." He said with a grin allowing the mark of the Chosen to show. "I-I know who you are! You're the Chosen Messiah the lower Batali have been talking about... Don't tear my mind a part please!" The master begged as Dalmir put his thumbs on his eyes and fingers on his temples and began slowly killing him. The screams of the master subsided after a few minutes with blood flowing out his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

"Finish the scum off while I deal with his lover." Dalmir ordered making his way to the other side. "Now who do we have here madam?" He asked politely in a tone that conveyed danger. Meanwhile the two warriors finished off the master who finally stopped breathing with a final bubbly scream as swords were driven through his body.

The screams of her master sent a quiet thrill through her soul. At last. He can understand... Most of it. She pushed some of her hair out of her face, replying in a slightly-trembling voice.

"Lunari Seyblade. Domestic slave."

[Shyluz]

Vorlia, Near White Wall

Olive's day had begun pretty much the same as all the other days since Howard and Mila's death.

Get up. Get dressed. Make a lunch. Head out to the orchard. Tend to the apples. Eat lunch. Take a nap in shade of her favorite tree. Wake up late. Run to town with the harvested apples. Sell apples. Or die trying.

The Yggdry's antlered, petite form entered the tavern, ignoring the usual bickering and sitting at the small table corner where she always sat, waited for Angie to come and serve her. She gave her usual smile at the girl and ordered the usual. She paid her, as usual, with the meager coin she'd made with her apples. Now, having consumed the warm meal, she buried her false smile into her wiry arms.

She'd only sold two apples today.

[Vulnier]

Johnny was about to finish his mead, until he heard the strangest thing. He stopped and listened to what he heard outside the tavern.
"Is that... fighting?" He asked himself.
Fearing what was happening, he grabbed his sword, and was about to go outside. Until he witnessed a guard open the door, only to fall dead in the tavern. Looking outside he yelled, " WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" Then he saw a man standing at the door... a small man.

Romun walked up to the entrance and picked up the arrow. Realizing it was broken, he tossed it aside and looked at the tavern. He stroke his gingered beard as he looked. His armor glimmered a silver sparkle when contact with the lanterns. "Looks like a good place to relax after this battle is finished." He finally said."Listen up here Humans, Elves, what whatever, does this place have any slaves?"

Johnny raised his sword when he saw the man enter, but he immediately realized his mistake when he saw the armor this man was wearing. It was unlike anything he ever saw, and he knew he was a dead man if he tried to get into a fight with him. But then Johnny became puzzled when he heard what the man had said. And with his sword still raised, he asked this small man," Who are you?"

[Harndar]

Romun walked up to the entrance and picked up the arrow. Realizing it was broken, he tossed it aside and looked at the tavern. He stroke his gingered beard as he looked. His armor glimmered a silver sparkle when contact with the lanterns. "Looks like a good place to relax after this battle is finished." He finally said."Listen up here Humans, Elves, what whatever, does this place have any slaves?"

Johnny raised his sword when he saw the man enter, but he immediately realized his mistake when he saw the armor this man was wearing. It was unlike anything he ever saw, and he knew he was a dead man if he tried to get into a fight with him. But then Johnny became puzzled when he heard what the man had said. And with his sword still raised, he asked this small man," Who are you?"

"I am Romun, former slave, now General of 52nd Legion of the Dwarven Alliance, but no one answered my question, are there any slaves?"

[Vulnier]

Johnny raised his sword when he saw the man enter, but he immediately realized his mistake when he saw the armor this man was wearing. It was unlike anything he ever saw, and he knew he was a dead man if he tried to get into a fight with him. But then Johnny became puzzled when he heard what the man had said. And with his sword still raised, he asked this small man," Who are you?"

"I am Romun, former slave, now General of 52nd Legion of the Dwarven Alliance, but no one answered my question, are there any slaves?"

Looking around the dimly lit tavern, Johnny saw that the few people that were there shook there heads. And Johnny was about to until he remembered something, he remembered seeing a slave quarters at the other side of the village when he first arrived. And looking back at Romun, said, " Yes there are slaves, but not here. There is a slave quarters at the other side of the village. I can show you the quickest way there if you want."

[Harndar]

"I am Romun, former slave, now General of 52nd Legion of the Dwarven Alliance, but no one answered my question, are there any slaves?"

Looking around the dimly lit tavern, Johnny saw that the few people that were there shook there heads. And Johnny was about to until he remembered something, he remembered seeing a slave quarters at the other side of the village when he first arrived. And looking back at Romun, said, " Yes there are slaves, but not here. There is a slave quarters at the other side of the village. I can show you the quickest way there if you want."

Romun took out his sword from his sheathe, it seemed to be made by the same material as the armor. It had a foreign letters on the carved into the blade."And how should I trust a Human like you?"

[Vulnier]

Looking around the dimly lit tavern, Johnny saw that the few people that were there shook there heads. And Johnny was about to until he remembered something, he remembered seeing a slave quarters at the other side of the village when he first arrived. And looking back at Romun, said, " Yes there are slaves, but not here. There is a slave quarters at the other side of the village. I can show you the quickest way there if you want."

Romun took out his sword from his sheathe, it seemed to be made by the same material as the armor. It had a foreign letters on the carved into the blade."And how should I trust a Human like you?"

"Because I want to see those slaves free as much as you do lad." Johnny said after a moment in thought." And I'd do anything to help a former slave who also wants to set people free as well. "

[Harndar]

Romun took out his sword from his sheathe, it seemed to be made by the same material as the armor. It had a foreign letters on the carved into the blade."And how should I trust a Human like you?"

"Because I want to see those slaves free as much as you do lad." Johnny said after a moment in thought." And I'd do anything to help a former slave who also wants to set people free as well. "

Romun sighs,"Fine, but one slip up and I'll have your head. Deal?"