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by Elysian Kentarchy » Sat Aug 24, 2019 3:14 am
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Zapatha » Sat Aug 24, 2019 8:36 pm
by Elysian Kentarchy » Sun Aug 25, 2019 4:49 am
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Zapatha » Wed Aug 28, 2019 2:43 pm
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by Kingdom of Irhk » Mon Sep 02, 2019 7:25 am
Tracian Empire wrote:The Kingdom of Duivene
Chovers, the White Citadel
Silence. That is what followed when Eric stopped talking, as somehow, despite the sounds of soldiers talking, protesting, taking off their weapons - what he had said was heard by everyone there. While no one seemed to have noticed the failure of that soldier to Eric's sword, everyone was listening by the time this unknown knight had dared to insult the Seneschal of the Reiaume, the Regent. Every word was like a stone thrown at the older man, every insult like an arrow. You could almost hear the spite dripping from the mysterious knight's voice. Who was he? How dared he speak like that? Unlike those around him, the Princess's emblem was nowhere to be found on his armor, neither was any other sort of heraldry. Was he even a knight? For of course, in this proud land of chivalry, blood was the highest indication of honor.
And as he finished his last words, no one reacted. The idea that someone, a simple nobody, would dare threaten the most powerful man in the country like that - it was simply inconceivable. The older man was no hero. He wasn't like Alexis, someone that you could follow into battle, someone that you would proudly die for, someone whose waving flag could make you forget the most dreadful wounds. Alexis was a hero - Alexis was for many a saint. But the Seneschal, the Seneschal was power. He simply seemed to exude authority, bringing a sense of fear with him wherever he went. The gentlest admonishment from him would have been worse than divine wrath for just so many, the simplest advice from him was like a tenet from the Scriptures. It was said that he could hear everything and see everything, that he could read someone's very soul and mind and that he could tell truth from lies. More than once had traitors confessed to their crimes without even being accused, begging for his mercy. More than once had those who had failed to follow one of his orders killed themselves rather than to betray his trust.
Five years ago, led by two princesses, the nation had rallied against an uncrowned king to protect the heir of a lost king. Five years ago, the knights of Duivene had put a child on the throne because of the blood running through his veins, because he was their King.
Today, many people had no idea what a King even was.
So as soon as the initial shock started to dissipate, the guards around the Seneschal started to unsheathe their swords, the unmistakable sound of these tools of death being taken out filling the air.. until the old man gestured for them to stop.
"No Duivenian blood shall be spilled today.", the Seneschal answered in a calm and gentle voice. As Peter had made a step forward towards him, some of the guards had stepped in between the old man and the younger knight - but now, as their leader started to speak, they moved away. "That would be the last thing our princess would want. For us to jump at each other's throats. It's truly heartbreaking to see that people are so quick to forget, that just mere years after brothers and sisters had to fight against each other in rebellion and struggle, so many are still ready to disobey, to fight against back against just authority." The man sighed. "Although I do not know your name, you are right. I was not there with you in battle, and I did not kill any enemies with my own hand that night. But do not mistake me for someone that I am not, for my armor was stained with blood long before you even born young man. If turning into a rat is what my kingdom would need of me, it is something that I would do without thinking. I was not there in body, to fight and stain my blade in the blood of the enemies, but I was there, watching over all those who had fought. For battles might be won with swords and magic, but wars can only be won with the mind. For victory in a single battle is useless, if you lose the entire war. Yes, I was not on the frontlines, but I was not hiding in a warm bed, with warm clothes and with warm milk to drink. I did sleep, eat, or drink for the entire night, as all the mages of the court can confirm - for I was sending orders to all the borders, watching every battle. Who do you think called the Xerenians to your aid, knights of the princess? Who do you think sent orders in the night, for the peasant soldiers to run to the rescue of their princess? I wasn't there to shield you, I wasn't there to help you rise again from where you had fallen in the mud - but I was there nonetheless."
And a moment of silence followed.
"If leading an entire nation through its darkest moments is easier or more difficult than fighting on the lines of battle is for the Gods above to decide, and for the Gods below to judge. But someone has to be there, someone has to make the difficult decisions no matter what doubts he or she might have. I allowed Alexis to defend that part of the border since we had no one else to send there. Our forces were stretched thin. It would have been a disaster, had the Achisians defeated you, but it would have been even worse if another undead army would have been ravaging everything, moving towards the royal capital, or if the Kartarans would have crushed our Calarian allies in Vigerra. War makes men make decisions that they are not proud of, but decisions that must be made no matter what. My heart was in pain the entire night, at the simple thought that something might happen to our beloved princess - but she knows the dangers of war all too well. And she, of all people, would surely know that someone's life is less important than the survival of our realm. That is something that you seem to have forgotten. I did not scold you because I enjoyed doing it, but because someone had to. I live to serve the realm, and to serve the king. I am one of the Pillars of the Crown not because of my own desires, nor because of pride - but because the realm would not survive without someone to help guide it in its times of need."
At once, the Seneshal's guards sheathed their swords again.
"If you wish to continue to walk on your way of spite, if you wish to stay true to your mutinous ways, if you wish to act like mere members of a jacquerie - that is your choice. There is nothing that can be done now, not after such a bloody and tear-filled night, not here, not now. But remember. This garri who humbly speaks to you know is but a humble vessel for the King's voice. My request for you all to surrender your swords was not a plea - it was an order, and as the Regent, it was an order in the King's name. I will not resort to violence, but remember - those of you who dare to break a royal order shall, sooner or later, face the King's Justice. For the Gods watch, and the King commands."
"For the Gods watch, and the King commands!", his soldiers repeated as one. Those knights of Alexis who had given up their swords at the Seneschal's command fell down on one knee, while those who had refused stood up, together with Eric.
The Seneschal's guards then turned around, following those who gently carried Alexis towards the giant fortress, and the old man turned around to follow them - but he stopped, turning to face Peter again. "Sénher de Clermont, I will not allow you to talk badly about the Faith in my presence. You shall very well remember that our King rules by the mercy of the Gods, and the Faith represents the will of the Gods. The witch did perform horrible crimes against our realm, but her crimes against the Gods and their laws are much, much worse. Her fate rests with the Faith's Judgement now."
The old man turned around yet again - but as he started to walk, a new group seemed to be moving to towards the retinue of the princess, the guards of the Senechal moving aside to make way for them.
No faithful man or woman would need more than a moment to recognize who they were, without even looking at their faces. Crimson robes, crimson armors, and on their shields and their medallions, a pure, white Faith's Flower - with the scales and an open, ever seeing eye.
The Faith Keepers.
It was a small group, just four people.. but the sight of their armors caused some of the knights who were trying to stand back up to freeze.
The first of them was a young man, a boy maybe, although his features were also just slightly feminine. He looked as if he had never seen the light of the sun in his life - with pale, milk-like skin that almost seemed sickly in a way, with long white hair that went to his shoulders, and pale red, almost pink eyes. He was however, honestly beautiful - with the one thing ruining that being a red mark on the right side of his face, from his throat all the way up to his right cheek, which was either a birthmark.. or the mark left by cursed fire, never to be completely healed. He didn't seem to be particularly muscular, and he seemed to be only armed with what looked to be an estoc, lying in its crimson leather sheathe.
Next to him was most certainly a woman.. but she was taller and looked to be stronger than pretty much anyone else around her. Her threatening size and strength greatly contrasted with her long green hair, and with her gentle gray eyes. However, probably just to further emphasize that no one should mess with her - she was holding in her hands an absolutely gigantic halberd, longer than even her, with a crimson blade, that seemed to be weirdly marked with some magical chants of an unknown origin, written in white.
In a very ironic way, the third Faith Keeper that the soldiers would notice was... a girl or a boy, who actually looked like a child. She seemed to be the complete opposite of the other woman, short, wearing a simple chainmail armor that was also dyed in crimson, medium-length but scruffy white hair, and light pink eyes. She was armed with a peculiar polearm - what might be known in Duivene as a ranseur, almost as long as the woman's halberd, a spear of sorts, with a crescent-shaped blade acting a a hilt, at the base of the spear's tip.
And behind them was a priestess, or at least so it seemed. Partially hidden as she was behind the others, it would have been difficult for the knights of the princess's retinue to look carefully at her. They couldn't say what order she belonged to, or what God she served, as the robes of Faith Keeper priests were of the same dark crimson as that of their brothers and sisters in faith. What they could see however was that in her hands, she was holding a silver, metallic staff, with complicated symbols carved into it, and with a small flame burning at its top.
The four Faith Keepers stopped right in front of the group, casting a glance at the chained woman that two knights were holding. And then, their leader spoke. "May the Gods be with you, knights of Duivene. We have been informed that you have captured an Achisian witch in your last battle. Her crimes are enough to make the Eight Hells shiver and shake. We, as humble servants of the Faith, are here to judge her in this life, just as Spraevia will judge her once she moves on into death. But before she will face her judgements, we must find out the extent of her crimes against the Gods. The Faith will not allow one of its children, as lost as she is, to face divine judgement unprepared. She will repent for her crimes before her life will end.", the young man told them in a soft voice. "We thank you for your service, and Spraevia, She Who Sees All, will most certainly remember. Please, give us the witch so that she may start walking on the path of repentance."
by Elysian Kentarchy » Tue Sep 03, 2019 12:19 am
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Elysian Kentarchy » Wed Sep 04, 2019 5:42 pm
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Elysian Kentarchy » Thu Sep 05, 2019 6:26 am
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Elysian Kentarchy » Thu Sep 05, 2019 6:31 pm
Solomon, I have to attend to other parts of the front so I must depart. I was going to tell you but you were sparring with Nerine so I wrote you this letter. Below I have a few quick sketches about what to do in the event of a Xerenian attack. You are in command, you are a de Velira, so I expect you to act like it. Fight for Achisia and as you have been trained and it should be alright as long as you do what you have to.
- Augustine de Velira
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Tracian Empire » Sat Sep 07, 2019 6:46 pm
by Elysian Kentarchy » Wed Sep 11, 2019 12:13 am
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Castle Crashers » Sun Sep 29, 2019 1:08 pm
Tracian Empire wrote:Somewhere
A broken boy with a scythe
A lone figure was walking aimlessly through a field of flowers, a trail of death behind him. With every step he took forward, the flowers around him withered and slowly died, the colours of life turning into a dead grey. With every step, another drop of blood would fall from the blade of his scythe. The blade, once black, was covered in multiple layers of blood, dry and messy and then fresh. His clothes were now nearly all crimson, as if he had bathed in it.. but it wasn’t his. Beyond the stains of blood, his skin was sickly pale, and his chains made a dreadful sound with each move.. but he was alive.. or was he?
He had no idea where he was, or what he was going to do.. but he still remember who he was. And what had happened. No matter of how much he had wanted to forget everything, no matter of how much he had prayed for the sweet release of oblivion.. he could still remember it, and it hurt. It hurt so much. Even as he tried to ignore it, the dull pain was always there, and whenever those very same memories flooded his mind again, it turned into a burning pain. She ran away. She left. She left without even trying.. without even trying to understand. Had it all been a lie? Had everything she had done been a lie? Everything from when they had met, all the hope, all the promises, had all of it been deception and smoke? He had almost, almost, almost believed it all. That she didn't want to kill him. That she didn't think that he was a monster. That she wanted to find the good in him. That she wanted to save him from his fate, to break the chains bonding him to sin. That she wanted him to be happy. That she believed in him. That she cared about him. That maybe..that maybe she loved him.
Lies, lies, lies, lies.
She didn't even try to understand. All those sweet words, all those promises, all that happiness - none of it mattered. When the time had come.. nothing. An Archbishop of Kindness, one who had tried to believe in him despite everything that she had faced, had believed the lies of a deadly sin. When he was bound by chains, unable to do anything, to say anything, to move, to scream, she had just run away. Someone like her could never understand. Someone in the light, someone filled with hope, could never understand how dark the night can be. How could she know what suffering was, living her entire life safe and protected? How could she know what envy was, when she had everything? How could she know what jealousy was, when she had never lost anything? How could she know how loneliness felt, when her mother had been there for her? How could she know what war was, when she had lived in peace? How could she know what having no free will felt, serving a goddess of good and kindness? How could she know what betrayal was, when she had never felt the bitterness of a dagger in the back? How could she know how precious life was, when she had never felt it end? How could she know how precious life was, when her heart was still beating? When she hadn't lived with the constant fear of the coldness of death? the How could she ever hope to understand what madness was, when she had never experienced the voices of thousands of tormented souls screaming into her mind?
He could feel them all the time, the metallic handcuffs biting into his wrists, the collar around his neck, how could she have forgotten about them? How could she have just not seen them? Unless she did see them.. and just looked the other way. Just yesterday, it had been his greatest fear. That everything had been a lie. That she had been lying to him, that she had actually wanted to kill him like an Archbishop of Kindness should have felt, that she actually thought that he was a monster, that she didn't believe that there was any good left in him, that she just wanted to let him fall towards eternal damnation, to bind him even closer to sin and banish him, that she wanted him to suffer for his crimes, that she did not believe in him, that she did not care about him.. and that she hated him.
And she had all the reasons to. He had hoped that maybe, maybe, maybe it was real.. but it did not matter. She was gone now, probably back to that good, and strong, and holy hero.
Who would choose a demon over a hero anyway?
And as he walked and walked, death followed him. And yet, his treacherous mind brought him back.. back where he had been so happy, just a day ago, although it seemed like that had been ages ago.. a field of flowers...where she had lied to him, trying to make him happy, showing him all the flowers and their colors and their names.. but it didn't matter. Without her, the flowers couldn't resist someone like him. With every step he took, a dark stain swept through, the flowers and the plants dying and turning black, his aimless walking cutting death through the color. And eventually, he stopped. He looked at a flower in front of him, but it was useless.. he couldn't.. he couldn't remember its name.. she had told him..but he could feel the poison running through those memories. And just as he managed to pluck it out of the ground, the flower had withered, slowly turning into dust and ashes in his hands, like everything around him.
"Of course..", he whispered, grabbing something that had been lodged into the ground, hidden by the flowers above it..a white, bleached bone. Death... life had tried to cover it up, to hide it with flowers and hope.. but it was still there.. and he could feel it. Now, with her no longer around, with the last memories of that time that seemed to be so long ago gone, he could feel it.. the death hidden beneath. That's why this place had seemed familiar..death. A battle, long forgotten. The restless souls, ripped from their earthly shackles and yet bound again by dread and cruelty, never to find their silence.
And then he felt it again, death.. but this time, standing right behind him. She was pale, drained of blood, a gaping hole in her chest where his scythe had ended her life, her clothes stained with dry blood and yet, she wasn’t withering away, her nameless beauty endlessly stuck in time by cursed magic, still visible in the moonlight, her clouded, hollow, green eyes staring at him wordlessly. He had no idea who she was, what her name had been, what her desires in life were, whether she had any family, whether there was anyone she loved.. but her blood was on his hands, the thread of her life cut by his scythe.
Celio slowly stood back up, a sad smile on his face, tears of blood rolling down his cheeks, snakes of smoke with eyes of crimson coiled around his body and arms. "I'm sorry", he tried to tell her, his broken voice pathetically sounding in the silence of the night. "I'm sorry that you had to suffer like this...I'm sorry that you were next to a monster like me when the cage was broken... I'm sorry that you had to die for trying to help....I'm sorry that you had to die for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time...I'm sorry that I don't even know your name.. I'm sorry that your old life is lost. I'm sorry that your soul can't even rest, can't even leave your shattered body...I'm sorry that you are now cursed to walk this earth behind me for all eternity.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... but..you... you understand.. you understand, don't you?" One of the snakes dissolved only to appear again around one of the girl's blood stained arms, hissing, as the ash of the dying field beneath them started to float.
"You understand.. that we don't have a choice.. that none of us has a choice...Krypta is cursed to forever reap the souls of those ended by her blade... I am cursed to forever be blinded by the poison of envy, seeping and trickling and whispering always and always and always..and now, you are cursed to forever follow the command of whoever owns your soul.. but you should be happy...", and the boy giggled, even as he continued to cry, "Rejoice, for you have escaped the cruelty of life..and now, now you can finally understand it all.. you..you can.. understand..you understand.. because.. because you are a monster too.."
For the first time ever since he had left that village, a glimmer of life seemed to appear in the boy's crimson eyes, so hollow. "You are a monster.. so you understand.. only monsters.. can understand other monsters.. so if.. if she.. if she becomes a monster too.. then.. then she will understand.. she will finally understand.. and she will finally love me.. she will love me for who I am.. and she won't need any heroes anymore.. any virtues...I have.. I have to help her.. I have to show her.. to show her everything.."
Forgetting that the undead girl was looking at him, Celio turned around and fell on his knees, staring at the bone for a moment, before one of the snakes turned into a pure, black knife, falling on the ground right next to that final remain of someone's life. Tightly grasping the knife's handle with his hand, the necromancer let his blood soak the ground below as he started drawing the marks of his cursed art.
by Charlia » Fri Oct 18, 2019 12:49 am
by Tracian Empire » Wed Oct 30, 2019 2:48 pm
by Charlia » Wed Oct 30, 2019 3:27 pm
by Elysian Kentarchy » Fri Nov 01, 2019 5:58 am
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Kingdom of Irhk » Sat Nov 02, 2019 8:42 am
Tracian Empire wrote:
The Kingdom of Duivene
Chovers, the Two Towers
A heretic.. the daughter.. of a line of heretics, servants of a dead Witch-King., the young Faith Keeper said, his soft voice barely more than a whisper. "It is certainly heartwarming for someone like you to worry about the well being of Duivene and her people..but you attempts to sway the minds of your captors are all in vain. For they should remember, who came to the help of of the Unicorn's Realm when the forces of the Faithless Flame were at its gates. Not the Gryphon of Silver and the Gryphon of Crimson, not the Trident and the Crown, not the Deceiving Kraken, and not the Lilac Dragon, but the Faith. It was the Holy Faith, through the Haliarchy and the Scriptures, that came to Duivene's aid first. And it shall be the Faith again that would come to Duivene's help, for the Gods always answer the prayers of those truly faithful. For no darkness, no False Flame, no undead traitors and no heretic warriors can win against the light of dawn..." And the Faith Keeper sighed. "There is much poison in your words, witch, but even the most accursed can find repentance..the Faith's Judgement does not torture.. and it does not kill. We simply do what must be done to help the lost souls find their way back again..from the darkness of the night..to the brightness of the light. And you will find your way too.. trust me, you will. I do not know what happened to whatever poor soul from your family the Faith's Judgement tried to save in the past, but we can all find solace knowing that it is closer to salvation."
The whited haired man then looked directly at Eric, as the youngest of the Faith Keepers smiled, tightly gripping her ranseur. "Brave words..", the man said, and the third Faith Keeper, the tall woman, her face still emotionless, continued. "For someone guilty of crimes against the Faith." And the little girl giggled. "A grudge against our order? Why might that be? Because our brothers and sisters saved you from the clutches of Luxuria, Eric de Villegaignon? The Eye sees, the Scales judge, and we remember." And she giggled again. But the man, who clearly was the group's leader, continued to look at Eric with his pale red eyes. "Today, it is not my call to finish the job started by my brothers and sisters so many years ago. Your time for repentance will come another day, Eric, no matter what you try to do to escape. Acta deos numquam mortalia fallunt." The Faith Keeper closed his eyes for a few seconds, before he continued. "The night before, you have fought against the forces of darkness, and for that, the Faith is thankful. For that, we will allow you to ask that sinful woman the questions you desire..but only under two conditions. The first is that a brother or a sister of the Faith's Judgement will be there to listen, so that the witch's poison will not spread. And the second condition is that once you are done with your questions.. you shall surrender her to us, so that she may start walking the path of repentance. What do you say, Eric de Villegaignon and Peter Clermont?"
by Elysian Kentarchy » Tue Nov 12, 2019 9:35 am
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Elysian Kentarchy » Fri Nov 22, 2019 5:07 am
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Zapatha » Mon Dec 30, 2019 5:10 pm
Kingdom of Irhk wrote:Tracian Empire wrote:
The Kingdom of Duivene
Chovers, the Two Towers
A heretic.. the daughter.. of a line of heretics, servants of a dead Witch-King., the young Faith Keeper said, his soft voice barely more than a whisper. "It is certainly heartwarming for someone like you to worry about the well being of Duivene and her people..but you attempts to sway the minds of your captors are all in vain. For they should remember, who came to the help of of the Unicorn's Realm when the forces of the Faithless Flame were at its gates. Not the Gryphon of Silver and the Gryphon of Crimson, not the Trident and the Crown, not the Deceiving Kraken, and not the Lilac Dragon, but the Faith. It was the Holy Faith, through the Haliarchy and the Scriptures, that came to Duivene's aid first. And it shall be the Faith again that would come to Duivene's help, for the Gods always answer the prayers of those truly faithful. For no darkness, no False Flame, no undead traitors and no heretic warriors can win against the light of dawn..." And the Faith Keeper sighed. "There is much poison in your words, witch, but even the most accursed can find repentance..the Faith's Judgement does not torture.. and it does not kill. We simply do what must be done to help the lost souls find their way back again..from the darkness of the night..to the brightness of the light. And you will find your way too.. trust me, you will. I do not know what happened to whatever poor soul from your family the Faith's Judgement tried to save in the past, but we can all find solace knowing that it is closer to salvation."
The whited haired man then looked directly at Eric, as the youngest of the Faith Keepers smiled, tightly gripping her ranseur. "Brave words..", the man said, and the third Faith Keeper, the tall woman, her face still emotionless, continued. "For someone guilty of crimes against the Faith." And the little girl giggled. "A grudge against our order? Why might that be? Because our brothers and sisters saved you from the clutches of Luxuria, Eric de Villegaignon? The Eye sees, the Scales judge, and we remember." And she giggled again. But the man, who clearly was the group's leader, continued to look at Eric with his pale red eyes. "Today, it is not my call to finish the job started by my brothers and sisters so many years ago. Your time for repentance will come another day, Eric, no matter what you try to do to escape. Acta deos numquam mortalia fallunt." The Faith Keeper closed his eyes for a few seconds, before he continued. "The night before, you have fought against the forces of darkness, and for that, the Faith is thankful. For that, we will allow you to ask that sinful woman the questions you desire..but only under two conditions. The first is that a brother or a sister of the Faith's Judgement will be there to listen, so that the witch's poison will not spread. And the second condition is that once you are done with your questions.. you shall surrender her to us, so that she may start walking the path of repentance. What do you say, Eric de Villegaignon and Peter Clermont?"
Eric de Villegaignon
So finally someone discovered who I am... Now this will get definitely interesting.
Eric stared at the Faith Keepers, running his hand through his iconic mustache as the Duivenian officers launched their accusations at him. The only other person who seemed to know his case that deeply was the Archbishop of Chastity. However, their version of the story caused quite a different reaction...
He laughed.
"So, that's what the reports say? That the heroic protectors of the Faith, marched on your white horses with shining manes, to save the desperate lost knight?"
Taking one step closer, he stared at the eyes of the group's leader, his hand firmly gripping the handle of his sword.
"Now listen here... I escaped that terrible cave alone. I suffered for hours before I've even seen anyone who could help me escape. It was this sword... This very sword I use today, that broke the shackles that held me. It wasn't the blade of any Keeper or priest.
I escaped from captivity due to my own will to escape, not due to your efforts. You stole way too much from me already for me to let you steal that too."
Taking one step back, he heard Illania's answer to the Faith Keepers. Definitely, there was a different kind of resistance inside her: maybe one that was the fruit of her young age, maybe it came from her famous relative, the General. However, she was in a far less favourable position than him. She was an Achisian, a mage and a prisoner, in a situation where she could end up as an example for anyone who tried to go against Duivene.
"But I will accept your offer. Send one of you to come along, in case she tries to run away."
by Kingdom of Irhk » Sat Jan 25, 2020 7:03 am
by Elysian Kentarchy » Sat Jan 25, 2020 5:03 pm
Celivaia wrote:"Today is a great day. Recently, we completed a project that will greatly help the Salarian Union in it's fight, and while I cannot divulge information about this project, I am pleased to announce that this project was no small feat, and for his dedication, work, and pure, brilliant genius, we have a special award for this Salarian. We cannot divulge the name of this operative, but we have given him a special award, the "Star of the Union," and as an added bonus, we have decided to rename this, our home planet, after him. As of this moment, you are now standing on Solus'Kesh."
by Zapatha » Sun Feb 02, 2020 8:20 am
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