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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 9, 2009 10:36:51 GMT -6
Richter's eyes shot wide open. Nothing Richter ever could have predicted could have seen this coming. Richter had assumed Yurau was just a mean, loud idiot. Not only was Yurau cruel and arrogant, he was also completely off of his rocker.
Richter quickly began drawing his sword and rolled out of his chair. With him gone, Yurau's blade connected with the chair's wooden frame, splintering it to bits. Quickly standing up, Richter finished drawing his blade and ran to the tent wall. They couldn't leave the tent. If any of Yurau's guards saw this, they'd join in instantly, the result being one living, still-High Officer Yurau, and one dead, not-High Officer Richter. Even then, Richter would wager that Yurau was a better swordsman than he was, as much as it pained Richter to acknowledge it. If he wanted to win, he'd have to be clever.
"Yurau, get a hold of yourself," said Richter. "Is this how a High Officer of the Inquistional Army should be acting?" Not wanting to stay in one place, Richter slowly strafed to the right. "We're co-High Officers. I'm not trying to take over, but I have to obey the Prophet's commands." While his words sounded deflamatory, Richter continued to brandish his sword in front of him. Yurau could strike at any second.
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Post by Kynlis on Nov 9, 2009 15:02:04 GMT -6
Kynlis was finishing her food when Morgoth stood up, clutching his tome. She looked where he was glancing and saw a commotion by the High-Officer’s tent. “Looks like something is going on. Didn’t Richter - I mean the commander - just head to the tent?” she asked, looking worried.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 9, 2009 16:38:50 GMT -6
Clair stood up soon after Morgoth did, leaving the mostly empty bowl on the table.
"He did." She answered Kynlis. Clair didn't know what the commotion was about by the command tent, but it didn't seem normal. It looked like soldiers were gathering there instead of merely delivering their messages. She feared that her commander had somehow incurred the wrath of the Yurau, and that things were taking a serious turn.
What could she do? She had been formally acknowledged as the Region Officer's assistant, but none of Yurau's officer's would care about that rank. She couldn't order them to stand down. She couldn't fight for him either. The moment she raised a weapon against another soldier, she'd be arrested. That wouldn't help them.
She could only think of one thing that might work. "That monk kid, earlier. He called himself an emissary of the prophet. It's a long shot, but he might just have the power to stop them. At least the lesser officers."
"There are soldiers gathering outside of the command tent. I don't know if the Commander is in trouble, but I'm going to try to find that monk from earlier. He's the only one who might have enough power to stop this." Clair said to the others.
Remembering that she was supposed to keep an eye on them, she asked "Please, help me look for him. Time is short." She would try to do her job, and watch the others, but she felt she had to find the prophet's messenger.
She had heard the monk speak of coming to help heal the injured earlier. Luckily, the med tents were set up only a short bit away from the other tents.
If she found the young bishop, she would ask him to intercede with any of the authority he had at his disposal. She hoped he could at least convince the officers to stand down until Richter and Yurau were done in the tent, whatever they were doing.
She wasn't completely convinced that there was trouble, but after seeing how Yurau acted, and after seeing the determination in Richters eyes to get that message, she wasn't going to take any chances.
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Post by Valorian on Nov 9, 2009 16:54:43 GMT -6
Valorian heard the commotion himself, and stood up quickly. A commotion coming from a tent...a commander's tent....
His eyes shrunk with realization. "Jya..." He whispered to himself, and then took off in the direction of the tents. He'd made it about 20 feet before he nearly crashed into the girl from earlier.
"You! What is going on?" He asked quickly, not bothering to stop moving. If she wanted to converse, she'd have to move with him to the tent.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 9, 2009 17:14:05 GMT -6
Clair was surprised to find the boy so fast. He was moving at a rapid pace toward the command tent. He had even given her the an open door to ask her question, yet now she had a difficult time phrasing her request.
She hurried alongside him as she spoke."I'm not entirely sure..." She was still new to the Etrurian beliefs, and so, didn't know what to call him, "Master Emissary, but the High Officer Yurau took a strong dislike to him. I fear the soldiers gathering outside of the tent are going to execute him, but I can think of nothing he has done to merit it. He is a good soldier who fought his hardest to save his troops."
She didn't have time to explain all of the specifics to him, but her voice carried earnest concern for Richter's well being.
"Please, intercede on his behalf. Order these men to stand down and return to their duties. You're an Emissary of our Lord Prophet, surely you have that kind of authority."
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Post by Valorian on Nov 9, 2009 17:57:18 GMT -6
Valorian was in trouble now, his authority was a bluff he used to gain access to the camp, his robes and markings went that far, but to order these two to stand down, it wasn't likely to work. It would be ideal if both men killed each other, leaving the entire command structure in disarray but...
"Do we really have the right to say who should live and who should die? Do we have the right to say what losses are 'acceptable'? What gives us that right?"
...Damn it all.
"I'll try, but if this has broken down this far, I think we will have to subdue them first. Jealousy is a dangerous thing, now come on! I'm going to need some backup if things turn south."
There was good on both sides, then why should they be killing each other? Just because they could find no other solution?
Instead of dwelling on it, he ran ahead to get to the tent, where many soldiers were starting to gather. None had opened the flap yet.
He drew near and prepared himself for what might come flying out, it would still be a few seconds before he could pull back the flap.
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Post by Jya on Nov 9, 2009 21:38:55 GMT -6
Jya listened intently on the conversation, diligently waiting for some sort of chance to perhaps grab that letter. It was too late when that commander guy decided to kill the other guy. She wasn't sure how the conversation led to the situation, but the commanding guy didn't like whatever was in the letter. Before she was able to slip out of the area, the sound of footsteps shook her back to reality. This was definitely not the time to get caught, they could believe she was a spy! Well, they wouldn't be wrong, but she wasn't ready to die.
Quickly, with the best her thin body could manage, she squeezed through the bottom of the tent, hopefully not alerting whoever was coming the way. She hid behind what appeared to be some crates, carefully poking a right eye out from the corner to asset the situation. It didn't look good for her or the guy trying to get killed. With her left hand, she pulled out her blade, ready to strike if needed, hopefully they wouldn't notice her with the argument.
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Post by Kraft on Nov 10, 2009 3:41:31 GMT -6
Outside a band of veteran soldiers guarded the tent. They heard muffled noises from inside, but they had not been given orders just yet, so they waited. They saw Valorian approaching and by crossing their spears they halted him from entering. All the while they kept silent. They were men bred in war. They had scars, tough looks and a whole lot of muscles.
Inside, things were different and not-so quiet. Yurau angrily looked at Richter.
"You fool! I have told you all this and still you think you can survive? HA! And what do you know about High-Officers? I have struggled my entire life to get this post. And you, you just get it thrown into your lap. That isn't possible! You HAVE forged this letter! Imposter, imposter! You are a traitor and so are your soldiers. I was afraid at first, but then you went ahead and got your men killed. You made my job pretty easy, boy. Now I only have a handful to slaughter!"
Yurau attacked Richter once again, his blade coming from the right. Yurau decided that he wanted the joy of killing this fool himself, instead of commanding his man to come in and butcher the boy.
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Post by Valorian on Nov 10, 2009 7:35:32 GMT -6
Valorian stopped at the spears lowered to bar his path. Though just a young child, he glared up at one of the men, and his eyes must have looked like any other soldiers. The strength and conviction within were almost palpable.
I have to get in there...Jya could be in trouble...
"You will step back, and by St. Elimine's name we will resolve this." He held his hand out to the side to stop Clair, in case she decided to do something stupid and charge the guards.
Valorian really didn't want to try to muscle past the guards, but if that was what it came to...
Could he even pull that off? Well maybe, but he didn't want to think about having to do that.
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Post by Kynlis on Nov 10, 2009 8:12:20 GMT -6
Kynlis had headed off in a diferent direction to try to find the monk from earlier. Having no luck, she turned to head back to the main tent when she caught a glimpse of Clair and the monk quickly moving toward the tent. She decided to follow them at a distance. After all, if it came down to fighting, she wasn't all that useful up close. The girl's grip tightened on her bow as she worriedly looked at the scene ahead of her.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 10, 2009 10:49:58 GMT -6
Richter lifted his sword as fast as he could up to block. His blade made it up just in time, Yurau's sword grazing Richter's arm, tearing his uniform and leaving a mark on his shoulder. The force of the hit though, caused Richter to stumble back into some crates. Catching himself before he fell, Richter pointed his sword at Yurau. "This guy can't be reasoned with," he thought to himself. Then he got an idea. "You're too incompetent and too blind to see your own failure," Richter then said out loud, an unforgivable sneer upon his face. "You're an ignorant brute who only knows how to break things. Now I see why you wanted my soldiers so badly: you can't train your own. So, how long were you licking the Prophet's boot to get where you are now?" As he finished, he put a hand on the back of Yurau's chair, shaking his sword at Yurau. "Or were you licking something else?"
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Post by Kraft on Nov 10, 2009 11:25:29 GMT -6
Yurau's mouth opened in amazement.
"Licking...?"
With a roar Yurau charged at Richter, not minding his defence, his sword high in the air. He would slice this little Region Officer from head to bottom. He didn't even think about calling his guards. His roar could have been heard by everyone outside. His mighty sword was ready to crush Richter.
Outside, the guards were extremely alerted by the roar. They hadn't gotten orders yet, and they were very disciplined. Some of the guards started arguing if they should go inside or not. The two who had halted the young bishop calmy stared back.
"Our apologies, master bishop, but we have strict orders. Inside that tent, in this camp, Lord Yurau is master. Please, do understand."
The words were kind, but their body language said other things. Noone was allowed to pass.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 10, 2009 11:43:45 GMT -6
Richter's eyes opened wide with adrenaline. He could feel the surge of energy a combination of excitement and fear was giving him. If he messed up, he was dead. There was something exciting about it, life and death that is. "This is it!" he told himself. "He's left himself open!" Grasping the chair, he shoved it towards Yurau as hard as he could. Then, ducking down, Richter slid behind the chair and stabbed his sword up at Yurau, his eyes open and filled with determination. Time seemed to slow as his blade cut through the air.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 10, 2009 20:08:47 GMT -6
Clair followed Valorian up to the tent and heard a roar issue from inside it. That didn't sound friendly. The monk and the guards had a brief exchange of words, calling him a Bishop! That was startling.
The guards weren't going to move. What the Bishop had said a moment ago, about having to subdue them, finally hit home. Clair wasn't equipped to fight if it came to that. She had her armor on, but she hadn't been carrying her lance since before the meeting that morning. She hadn't thought it necessary to carry it in the armies camp. If she made it out of this, she would take a lesson to always be prepared. She looked at the guards before her, and didn't like the chances of taking them in a fight. After all, they were elite guards, and she was still a trainee.
Well she had put her hope in the authority of the Prophet's messenger, and that was still what she would trust in. Maybe she could buffet them into complying. This was sooo not a good idea.
"You mean Yurau would turn away a personal messenger of the Prophet?! Let him through!" She was hoping more to stun the guards into letting them through, but these guys were professionals. After thinking about it for a little longer she realized that she didn't even know what the bishop could do when he got inside...
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Post by Valorian on Nov 10, 2009 20:29:19 GMT -6
Valorian got an idea, and held out his hand to silence Clair with a smile. "It's all right. Blessing the dead is one of my duties, and I'd heard that Region Officer Abend was quite heroic during the Sacaen assault that felled this fort. I wouldn't want to get in his way if he's fighting right now."
The crashes and roars in the tent behind them added some weight to his argument. "Good soldiers, I wonder what will happen if Abend is the one to walk from that tent?"
Another smile shown to them. And then he said a small prayer. "Oh Lady, bless this soul to your holy light, to where we all return."
It was a roundabout way of saying it, but if he could cause their resolve to waver...
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