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Post by Kraft on Sept 30, 2007 2:45:48 GMT -6
"My own desk, mmh?" Kraft mused.
He was pleased. He had got himself a few bodyguards, elites nonetheless, a few priests, and a lot of servants.
"Well, for once I don't really think about stealing..." he said to himself. He had gotten so much. Too bad he couldn't brag with his position. He was going to be locked up in this house for many years. He just had to lead the operations. He had to hire thugs, sends spies and some mercenaries here and there.
It was a job that screamed for his attention. He loved the way he could condemn someone to pain and death just by putting his stamp on one order. He couldn't write. That's what he had the priests for, they read the letters for him. They were all very devoted to the case.
He had gathered some information here and there, but today, he was resting. He hadn't done much...yet. But he had time...
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Post by Kraft on Oct 2, 2007 13:35:04 GMT -6
Kraft was bored. He had given some of his agents some money to hire mercenaries. They were necessary. He had the task to build up an army and train them. Well, a part of the army. He needed fierce, brutal and non-forgiving warriors who only listened to one thing: Gold.
His first candidates would enter shortly. He was curious.
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ethward
The "Before" years
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I will overcome all!
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Post by ethward on Oct 2, 2007 13:38:48 GMT -6
Hey, mind if I join the fight? I'm willing to fight for no good cause.
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Post by Kraft on Oct 2, 2007 13:40:28 GMT -6
Kraft was a bit overcome. This guy had just entered his office without even the usual knocking on doors, bowing and babbling.
"Mph. I like your style. Where are you from and what's your name?" He said.
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ethward
The "Before" years
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Post by ethward on Oct 2, 2007 17:14:52 GMT -6
I'm a nomad named Etward. I'm from Sacae.
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Post by Kraft on Oct 3, 2007 9:54:25 GMT -6
"Sacae, mmmh?" He chuckled. He had never met a nomad. Maby that would explain his weirdness and lack of manners. He laughed.
"HARHARHAR! This is exciting! Now, tell me, Ethward, do you want to murder, loot and pillage for me? Do you want to murder for me?" He leaned back.
"You'll get paid. Of course... And what brings you here?"
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ethward
The "Before" years
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Post by ethward on Oct 3, 2007 11:42:53 GMT -6
Yes milord. I came to support myself for a future family.
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Post by Kraft on Oct 3, 2007 12:04:21 GMT -6
"A future family, mmmh? And what happened with your old family, if I may ask?" Kraft added.
He signaled to one of his secretaries. The secretary looked up and started writing again.
"Please, go on."
A awful-looking man entered the room and took his hat and bowed for Kraft. Kraft signalled again. The man came closer and whispered something in his ear. "Mm. Good. You may go now."
WHAT? Alexia and her little gang SURVIVED? How? How is this possible? Okay. I must finish this and I must get to the bottom of it, right after this.
Kraft didn't show his confusion to the mercenary. He had to remain strong in the eyes of the nomad.
"Please, as I said, go on." And he smiled.
(OoC: Okay, ethward, tell me your mother has been killed by bandits or something, mkay?)
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ethward
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Post by ethward on Oct 4, 2007 10:50:50 GMT -6
My mother died from a bandit attack, I am the only survivor.
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ethward
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Post by ethward on Oct 4, 2007 11:08:39 GMT -6
"Where are they?" I heard a dark deep voice it was some bandits! "Ah-Ha!" the Ruinz bandits had tracked me down! "It's just 1 or 2 spys. I be back in a second." I reassured kraft. When I got out there, there was 2 Ruinz spies. "Get him!" they cried at the same time. But luckly, they were in one straight line. I shot an arrow right at their chests. They fell on the floor, blood everywhere.
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Post by Kraft on Oct 4, 2007 12:56:52 GMT -6
(OoC: WHAT? Wait... WHAT? Muh? How did two bandits get into the castle? Why would they follow you? Meh.)
Kraft was baffled once again. "Did that just happen he asked to his soldiers and secretaries? DID. THAT. JUST HAPPEN!?" He yelled.
A soldier nodded.
"They must've gotten in somehow, S-sir." The soldier stuttered. He was a new guy.
Kraft got out of his chair. He had a plan.
"Well, Ethward, I'm truely impressed with your... fighting skills. Now, I have some information for you..." He chuckled.
"The men that tried to kill St. Elimine are bandits. They are the ones responsible for your mother's death. They told me. They won't tell you, though. Maybe once you win their loyalty. I already have a deal for you..." He started talking slowly. He was talking to a nomad after all.
"Go to the palace. Ask for Alexia. Tell them you have heard of their brave deeds. Win their trust. And kill them. Kill them if you want to avenge your mother."
He smiled. He throwed some money on the table.
"This will cover your expenses. You have never met me. Understood?" He winked and slapped the nomad on the back.
"Now go. And you and you, " and he pointed at two guards, "clean up this... mess and tighten security. If this happens again I'll have you beheaded."
Then he left. To his sleeping quarters.
(OoC: Please remember, you don't know my name. I haven't told you that.)
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ethward
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Post by ethward on Oct 4, 2007 13:36:28 GMT -6
Sire, I need some soldiers to meet up with this Alexia you speak about. I have gathered some info that she is a paladin. I will meet her at the Sacaen plains.
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Post by Kraft on Oct 5, 2007 13:34:09 GMT -6
Kraft stopped walking.
"Mmyes. I don't have any soldiers left. Unfortunately. But IF you succeed in killing Alexia, your reward will be... whatever you wish..." He reconsidered this. And decided.
"Yes. Anything." He smiled. This nomad had some guts.
"Now go. I'm tired."
Only foolish people are brave.
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Post by Kraft on Oct 9, 2007 11:30:44 GMT -6
Kraft had work to do. The Marquess had called upon him. Something about 'St. Elimine being dead'.
Kraft didn't believe that. He had made an appointment allright. They would chat in private. In her desk. He would meet her in a few days.
Time enough to... arrange a few things.
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Post by Kraft on Oct 14, 2007 6:40:02 GMT -6
Things had been arranged. Kraft needed this. He could not fail.
Suprisingly he felt very good. He had heared that the rebels might've killed St. Elimine, but he didn't believe that. And he knew what he was talking about. He was a prophet after all. Since he declared himself prophet and since he became High Inquistor, he had gained a lot of power in a short time. The entire priest community had decided to follow him and the thugs, regular people and some soldiers too. He had power.
And all that because people believed. They believed him. Kraft, the mighty, the cunning, the saviour and champion of St. Elimine. But all of that was still secret. Plans had been set in motion and things had been arranged. New Etruria will be there, all right. And he'd rather drop dead than he'd see the Marquess leading it. And right now he was going to do something about it.
He met her in her office. She was alone. Just like he had expected.
"High Inquisitor. You are making debts. You are calling yourself a prophet. I have heard Elimine is dead and you are an incredible drunkard." She paused and played with a knife lying on her desk.
"I am tired of your attitude. Of your sarcasm and independent decisions. I should have killed you when I met you... I MADE YOU BIG! she lost control. She didn't look good either.
"Yes. Yes you did." Kraft smiled. "But tell me. Marquess. Do you have faith?"
"O-of course...
"Well... I hope you'll get into heaven then." Kraft smiled and opened the door. Two men in black stormed in and smothered the marquess. It was over in a few minutes. Her body was carried away. She'll be buried. He was a dirty bastard, but not a heretic.
That same day many of the loyals of the Marquess got arrested and killed. Almost nobody noticed. Most of them believed that the Marquess had resigned and that Kraft had taken over. Kraft had bought himself a title as well. He was a noble now. He made people believe he was a nephew of the Marquess. And anyone he could deny that was killed.
Terror had found its way to Etruria. It was small, now, but it will grow. Terror will become bigger and bigger as it is being fed by him, High Inquistor Kraft.
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