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Post by mrimatool on May 12, 2014 19:44:11 GMT
"I suppose so.." She replied Cassandra stood, clipping her sheath back to her sword and gave a short bow,"Yes my lord, as you say, I will be back in a few hours, if I don't return then assume I'm dead" she gave a slight glance to The abomination before starting her walk down the mud road as the sun slowly sunk beneath the horizon.
She trudged through the mud, after around five miles of nothing she figured she should turn back now.
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Post by Leore on May 12, 2014 23:23:20 GMT
Bartholme slid into his own tent, and did not care to eat that night. He slept comely within the furs and rags he had to sleep with, whilst his men conversed outside by a fire, with the latest meal. He passed out with the thought of revenge deep in his heart. Oh, how he ached to finally reunite himself with his former liege lord...
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Post by Covert0ddity on May 13, 2014 16:55:06 GMT
Scalvusa looks over at Jacques. After some time, he asks, "May I... accompany...?" In a cryptic, low tone. He shifted his weight to the left side, staring intently at the man. His obsidian eye ports seem to analyze the man's every deed in his life, scrutinizing him as though he were a microscope, and that Jacques was bacteria in a drop of water.
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Post by farcry11 on May 13, 2014 17:25:25 GMT
Jacques shrugged. "
"If you so wish," he said. He could hardly deny the titanic warrior. He entered his tent, followed closely by Scalvusa, and waited for the hooded man. He set out a bottle of wine and two wooden goblets, placing them on a collapsible wooden table. He seated himself on a cushion by the table, while Scalvusa stood by the tent flap. After a few minutes, the hooded man entered. Jacques motioned for Scalvusa to block the tent's opening, then looked at the hooded Frenchman.
"Take off your mask and have a drink, Monsieur." Something in his tone broached no argument.
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Post by mrimatool on May 14, 2014 18:10:12 GMT
Cassandra knew refusing would just cause suspicion, or worse the Lordling would have the abomination hold her down and pull it off, oh what she would give to see him try, but no, justice to that metal monster was not paramount, Jacques' safety was, and she believed only she could guarantee that.
So she gave a small bow, pulling her hood back and removing her mask, she avoided eye contact with either of the men, as she walked to the table and placed her palms upon it's surface. V
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Post by tuiee on May 16, 2014 2:49:34 GMT
Artyom had remained impartial to the scuffle in the mercenaries' camp. After finding himself a drink, he'd spent the remainder of the day tracking the makeshift army to its current position and observing the unlikely companions through his rangefinders from a comfortable branch high in the bows of a gnarled ironwood.
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Post by farcry11 on May 16, 2014 3:50:40 GMT
Jacques stared as the Frenchman pulled off his mask... Revealing the face of his old teacher. He grimaced slightly, then poured wine for both of them.
"Mademoiselle, still flat as a board, I see. I assume my father sent you?"
Jacques stared across the table, tightening his scarf. His eyes had a dangerous look in them. He was lacking any weapon, wearing only breeches, stockings, and a white linen undershirt.
"He sent you, didn't he? Are you here to kill me? Because let me tell you right now, if you make a move, that man over by the door will squeeze your eyeballs out with his thumbs. You are in my land now. My territory. I own you."
Jacques' words had a steely edge, as he spoke fiercely in French. His eyes practically burned with barely concealed contempt, as Cassandra stared at him. Jacques sipped his wine, still staring at her, waiting for a reaction.
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Post by mrimatool on May 16, 2014 15:26:14 GMT
Cassandra sighed, as she was made, "my lord.." Cassandra kneeled looking up at Jacques and frowning slightly.
"That temper of yours... I was not sent to kill you although your father's Steward Francois Biudel urged your father towards that plan of action, but your father is filled with grief, he has grown weary in recent years, and he just wishes to see you once again before the abyss claims him."
Cassandra looked up at her old pupil, a brilliant swordsman by most accounts, but filled with rage, impatience and bloodlust, Cassandra had advised Exile when her Lord learned of Jacques' crime, for that the boy probably bore her as much love as he did his father,although those were the days when Rhineheart Led the Archknights for Adrien, so Cassandra's advice wasn't worth that much.
She glanced back at the abomination, believing he would strike out at her momentarily, oh how she would relish the chance to behead such a beast, the tavern's would be filled with songs and Merryment, but his ancient armour made this unlikely.
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Post by farcry11 on May 16, 2014 16:09:56 GMT
Jacques stares at the woman as she makes her explanation, frowning slightly. Could it be that his father truly felt remorse?
"... Very well. I shall come with you to see my father. I have but one question..."
Jacques sipped his wine, the anger seemingly gone from his eyes. He looked rather melancholy, in fact.
"I assume that my father's lands and titles shall pass to me, as is my birthright? I am willing to repent for my crimes, if this is indeed the case."
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Post by King George VI on May 17, 2014 21:44:16 GMT
Name: Vaishnavu Age: Twenty-Two
Physical Description: Vaishnavu stands at 7'5'' with dark skin and twelve arms. Otherwise, he has no mutations. His skull is overtly large and his body is lean. His face is structured beautifully with an overbite. His nose is upturned and his eyes are pitch black, covered by goggles. His hair is sheared short and he is shaven. His ears are large and nearly against his head. His arms are muscular with gold rings on their forearms. His body is lean and well maintained. He has a riot shield melted into his back. There are scars all across his body from surgical removals or lacerations. His teeth are stained red and are sharp and slightly out of place. He is utterly horrifying yet beautiful at the same time.
Home Fiefdom: Tribe in India Profession: Serene Doge of the Republic of Danube
Backstory Vaishnavu. From his birth, he was horrifyingly powerful. When his mutant mother screamed in agony, Vaishnavu's arms pulled himself out of the womb. Upon his birth, everyone in the room began experiencing massive headaches. They could not explain what was happening and they ran. Vaishnavu was adopted by the Tribe master who was in awe of his power. When he turned five, he could speak fluent Hindi. The tribe master declared him his heir when he was six and was killed soon after.
Vaishnavu was five feet tall by the time he was eight. He could read the minds of his tribesmen and knew when any conspiracies were happening. He was hyper-intelligent. He would travel long and far to explore old world relics and eventually became a Vaishnavist Hinduist and declared himself, Vishnu. Escaped slaves from tribes around Iran and Turkey would explain of an area called the valley. They preached about clean men with normal bodies and safe children and societies and laws.
This only made Vaishnavu envious. He thought he was superior and he was. Vaishnavu began expanding his tribe and absorbing all of the tribes nearby. He would find luxuries and wear them happily. Tribes that resisted he enslaved and kept them well. He had hundreds on concubines who all could not produce pure babies as beautiful as Vaishnavu himself. These impure babies were all murdered. Vaishnavu longed to learn how to reach The Valley. He thought their pure DNA could make a Vaishnavu that could live forever as he could and have the superior body as he did. He wanted to bring his power to the Valley. His tribal empire expanded long and far as they could expand freely throughout the radiation.
He established an official set of laws that Vaishnavu enforced and brought peace to the entire realm of Hindustan. Vaishnavu learned of a port with many boats intact along with instructions as to sail these floating machines. Although most had been destroyed and looted by the cannibalistic cousins of Vaishnavu's empire, he had restored the coastal cities to a radioactive playground. The cities, covered by green clouds, were occupied entirely by civilized mutants of all shapes and sizes. So long as they could think and learn, they lived.
Thus, the population was low, at about two hundred thousand. Anyone who defied Vaishnavu died before they could and his supporters loved him. He mastered the art of sailing at age fourteen and created a massive school to teach his mutants to float. He prepared his fleet of civilian ships and loaded them with 2,000 elite, multi-armed warriors trained by Vaishnavu himself. He picked a regent for his empire to stay behind.
Within seven months of his departure, the empire had collapsed. The barbaric tribes had cornered his troops who could do nothing without their Vaishnavu. They fled west, destroying everything they could and eventually dying off by Azerbaijan. Vaishnavu could tell this happened and wrote the history of his empire and ensured it would never be forgotten.
His fleet arrived in Oman at a lack of food. There he travelled on foot to Israel. There he learned of Abraham and his teachings. He could absorb the thoughts from the deceased priests and people of Israel and thought himself superior. He began to doubt the ability of the Valley men. By the time he was seventeen, he had established a heavily fortified residence out of Israel's anti-Palestinian walls. He began to learn about atmospherics, he began to scrub the fallout from the world. He established mutated farms and made the semi-desert land into a new home. The sun burned through the land and he looked long and far and found a world map. He learned Hebrew, Yiddish and English. His company increased in size to about 7,500 warriors with a 1,500 man command structure.
His colony in Israel prospered and the air remained so dirty as to keep him clean from the Valley peoples. Vaishnavu began eugenics and the process worked quickly. He ruled over 30,000 people. After learning about the Suez Canal, he prepared his fleet and moved through it, leaving his people behind. He landed inside of Southeastern Italy. There he began to see far venturing Valley-people. He liked to kidnap them and perform experiments on them, have intercourse, eat them, rip them apart, whatever he could do. He crafted a set of armor for his weak back from a riot shield, which he had melted into his own skin. He soon had about twenty pure-blood human concubines with him. He began his effort to create more of himself. There he created three white-skinned, eight armed versions of himself with pure, correct feminine faces.
Finally, he is twenty-two. His effort inside of Southern Italy has been met with heavy discontent but finally, he knows how to reach the Valley. He moves into Budapest and settles himself. The Hungarian mutants were almost human. When he stopped in Hungary, all three of his children died. This angered him. He slaughtered the entire populace of Budapest and declared himself King of Buddha. He restored the city to its former glory and began to allow mutants inside. He gained cancerous growths all across his body and found an old hospital. He walked through the dark building alone and found the operating room. There he removed all of the growths from himself. He restored the power at the local power plant and established thermonuclear energy that absorbed the radiation from the air and formed energy to power the city of Budapest.
Showers, toasters, refrigeration, lights, the luxury of Budapest attracted all the mutant citizens within a 100 miles to the city. His city quickly became home to four hundred eighty thousand mutants of all bloods. His personal guard increased to ten thousand men. The world began to notice his presence. Envoys would travel far to his city and reach his court. He established a republic based off of old world ideals. He declared it the Republic of The Infinite River.
Vaishnavu turned his infinite sight towards Passau, Germany. He would ride the Danube from Budapest to Passau and unload there. He sails to Passau with his Republic established; something hard to destroy. When he arrives, he overtakes the tribal mutants living there. The Russians notice his presence...
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Post by King George VI on May 17, 2014 23:35:41 GMT
Vaishnavu accustomed himself to the city of Prassau. He made his army of 100,000 comfortable inside of the city. The mutant city had been a trouble to Tsar Vasili, and Vasili was sending an envoy to speak to Vaishnavu.
"You are the mutant named Vaishnavu?" says a small, teenage courier. "I am Lord Vaishnavu. I seek the valley from which your people come."
A beautiful, black haired concubine approaches, handing him and the courier a glass of champagne. Vaishnavu looks into the girls eyes and she trembles and falls to the floor as he reads into her soul. Then he rips the glass from the courier's hands before he drinks it and smashes it, picking up the concubine with a free hand.
"You think I am so stupid, pure blood? You think I cannot tell when you have done wrong?" Vaishnavu tightens his grip around the concubine's throat, she begs for him to stop, the courier begins pleading too. Vaishnavu throws the girl across the room and she hits her head against the stone wall and collapses.
The young courier looks to Vaishnavu, his eyes showing fear behind his gas mask. Vaishnavu looks into his eyes, just as he did to the concubine. The courier trembles and begins to grip at his gas mask, removing it. The toxic air enters his lungs but he finally can think freely. Vaishnavu concentrates into his mind. He grips the couriers arms with his own and hoists him up. He tells him telepathically, "Pure blood, you will tell your 'Tsar' to stay away. I will expand my empire long and far. When I reconnect my empire to Hindustan, you are all dead."
Vaishnavu picks up the boys gas mask and puts it on his head with one of his hands, the other ones opening his tank valve and turning him around and brushing him off.
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Post by mrimatool on May 18, 2014 12:33:36 GMT
"Your Father did mention that he wished to see the man you had become and decide that himself," Cassandra said as she watched the boy who would soon be Lord in his father's place, seem to have compassion.
"At the very least, do it for your mother, she missed you so dearly. But you know as well as I that the beast will not be welcomed, and your father would be ashamed to see you with it" Cassandra bowed her head, and sipped the wine her Lord had poured her.
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Post by farcry11 on May 18, 2014 16:19:37 GMT
Jacques nodded, waving a hand dismissively at the metal giant.
"He will recieve his payment once we get there. Father shan't lay eyes on him."
Jacques sipped his wine again. It was getting dark.
"You would do well to sleep in this tent tonight, madamoiselle. You may be a warrior, but there are over thirty soldiers out there- no place for a woman to sleep."
Jacques looked in to the fire of the brazier that lit the tent, which cast strange and frightening shadows upon the walls.
"Scalvusa, you may take your leave of us."
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Post by mrimatool on May 18, 2014 17:15:49 GMT
Cassandra chuckled, "they're cut throats and pickpockets, they'd be foolish to lay a hand on me, but if you insist, my Lord."
She drank the rest of her goblet and looked back to Jacques, "Would you like me to stand guard outside your tent while you get to sleep my Lord?" Cassandra asked, holding the pommel of her longsword.
Her eyes continued to stare at the beast, she thought the boy would kill it and bring it's head to his father to win his approval, but the boy seemed to honour the agreement with the creature.
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Post by King George VI on May 18, 2014 19:31:24 GMT
Vaishnavu enters the town hall of Prassau with his watchmen with him. He barks in waste-ish for them to remain outside of the main chamber as he goes in alone. Vaishnavu walks into the room, eyeing it's decorations and stability.He opens the windows, allowing the poisonous air to be replenished with fresh poisonous air.He takes a long breath as his lungs accept the putrid air.
Vaishnavu begins to empty the room of all of it's benches, it's tools for justice and leaves merely the mayor's seat in the middle of the back of the room for himself. He constructs a massive wooden throne for He orders his quartermaster into the room, who darts in there without a second thought. Vaishnavu commands that their Headquarters to be made in this building. The soldiers will stay outside, he says.
The city remains silent for a night. Vaishnavu prepares his men for a fourteen day march. They have brought enough food to survive 100 days away from home. He must conquer Vasiliberg, else he would have to return home and re-gain an army, which may take multiple years.
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Post by mrimatool on Jun 16, 2014 15:51:43 GMT
And so dies another Forum Rp. May it rest in peace.
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Post by farcry11 on Jun 16, 2014 22:51:58 GMT
Bless it's heart.
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