*TNCowgirl it's all chilled. Everyone's just making their way to Ilian and establishing a connection with another character. Introduce yourself to another character if you want (my guy's are roaming the streets of Ilian on their way to the palace). If you want me to introduce you, pm me. I think everyone else is heading toward Ilian aswell. There's no established storyline other than the Death Corps are peasnt militia that are considered bad and vrious groups are getting involved to deal with them in Ilian*
So you're going to kill a god. Sure. But what happens next?
Morgan and Jessi made their way up to the palace on foot; having left their horses at the orphanage. They found one of the Palace guards arguing with a young woman at the gate. The woman had n unstrung bow draped across her back.
"And I was basically raised by one of the general's of this very castle!" She exhorted
"I'm sorry miss, but this general isn't currently on staff, and you haven't provided me with anyone else to verify your story." The guard replied angrily.
"What is going on here?" demanded Morgan; immedietely taking command of the situation.
"Who the bloody hells are you?" asked the exasperated guard, seeing his problem triple.
"I am Sir Shenai of Lilus-Den, and this is my squire, Lady Knightmare," Said Morgan (Jessi noted a hint of recognition in the guard's face). "I am here to meet with Izlude of Hokuten concerning matters of civil order. Where might I find him?"
"I'm not sure m'lord," the guard was instantly referential. It seemed that Ilian at least still awarded Morgan the war hero status, "best try with the master-of-internal-affairs."
"Very well." The guards let Morgan and Jessi through. Morgan seemed to hesitate; before clearly coming to a decision. He turned back to the guard. "And let this girl through; she's clearly no beggar or assassin. i hear the Dux is gthering a party to deal with the Death Corps. let her through.
The guard bowed and ushered the girl in. SHe slung a bag over her shoulder and followed the two knights of Lilus-Den in.
Once they had passed the gate, Morgan turned to the woman. "Well I would be remiss if I did not at least learn the identity of this person I have allowed into the Dux's court. As you have obviously learnt, I am Morgan Shenai of Lilus-Den, and this is my Squire who chooses to go by the name of Knightmare; though the Goddess knows why."
The girl introduced herself simply. 'Well I don't go by any grand titles; i'm just Cara Roland." she shrugged and shook hands with both Morgan and Jessi.
*As per TNCowgirl's request. Hope it all goes smoothly*
So you're going to kill a god. Sure. But what happens next?
Cara looked at the two men in front of her and readjusted the bow that was on her back. "Why did you have him let me in?" She asked. "For all you know I could've been an assassin."
"That you could be, but I doubt you will be." He replied. She frowned and looked his face over then looked at the guy beside him. She didn't trust them. What was his motive to letting her in.
"Well thank you, you've made my plan go a tad smoother." She replied, let him chew on that. She turned on her heel and started walking towards the main courtyard where she would sign in to the small group of people that were to deal with the death corps. She walked over to the table where she would sign in. She looked at the man that sat behind it and frowned.
"I'm here to enlist." She said squaring her shoulders and looking at him.
"We can't enlist whores." He smirked. She frowned and narrowed her eyes.
"Good, where can I speak to someone to enlist." She hissed.
Timothy watched the Dux sitting inhis chair. It was good to be in Illian, he had heard there would be riots and chaos. He enjoyed these. The Prince had sent him to aid the Dux.
Strange, The Pirince would need Tim's conselling more than the Dux would.
But maybe the Prince was expecting a war to break out. That is why my expert skills are needed.
He nodded to the Dux, "I was sent to you for entertainment."
Tim juggled a few items and pretended to trip near the Dux, he whispered into the Dux's ear, "I'm an advisor, don't take me lightly."
He expertly caught the item he had nearly dropped and continued to juggle. A foolish smile was on his face, a foolish smile one would expect of a court jester.
Inside Tim was laughing at the look on the Dux's face.
The paladin was led in to a cosy big room. When the servant had left Laviant took his helmet of and put it down on a small table in a corner. He also took of his hammer and armor, he put on a bright blu priest tunic.
He took his holy book and oppened it.
HE walked into the corridor, and looked at it, It was a wide Very decorated (mostly with gold), he walked through the corridor while reading his book.
He came to the throne room and saw Timothy. His mouth dropped.
What is the advisor doing here?? He had seen Timothy twice before.
The death corps, is he here because of the death corps? Could be.
He walked to the room
"Timothy!" He shouted
Timothy looked at him puzzled, and then recognized him "Laviant?" "I've never seen you without your armor."
"Well you've only seen me twice." Laviant remarked
Timothy shurgged.
Timothy continued his juggling as the Dux watched Laviant walk away.
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Dux of Ilian:
Jared was moody. Argh. The death corps... Why are they here.
And then an advisor. What was happening.
He sighed. "Timothy... Was that your name?" Timothy nodded smiling
"Please excuse me." McRemedy said
Timothy still juggling walked away with a servant still smiling.
The Dux stood up from his throne, He walked behind his throne and pulled a small hidden lever.
The throne moved away from it's place.
The Dux walked down to a moist and dusty room, He walked to a bookshelf and took one book from there, he blowed the dust of the books.
It is time to gather the riders.
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
Timothy. (I think I'm going to change to first person. It'll be different for a change)
The servant lead me away. I sighed, Strange, Laviant without armour.
Though I had only seem hoim twice before, all my concise memories of him were of him ebing in armour. Th servant eventually lead me to a room.
I smiled foolishly tossed him a coin and closed the door on his face.
I listened closely for his footsteps, waiting for him to leave my hearing. When his foosteps were heard o more, I silently opene dhte door, even though it still creaked, Bloody shoddy Dux, giving me goddamned cheap rooming
It was time to meet Laviant for a third time. It would be nice to reminisce about the two times we had met. I could hardly remember myself, even though I had a very detailed memory.
Things involving Laviant were hazy and at the best I could just make out that we had met under dire circumstances. Much like the current one we were in.
I ambled around for a while when finally I found him. He was flipping through a very decorated book, most likely gilded with gold.
Laviant looked mortally offended "You do not know what this is?" He asked
Timohy shok his head. "This is the holy book of Galan. Thou god." Laviant explained
Timothy looked at the book for a minute, "I've never seen one." now was Laviant's turn to shake his head.
They walked through the corridor speaking before they reached the throne room door. The door was locked.
"I wonder what the Dux is doing?" Timothy said, Laviant shurged
"I'll open the door." Timothty almost magically took a pick from the thin air and oppened the locked door just in time for the two to see the Dux coming up from the sealed Room under the throne.
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
Personality-
Lloyd is distant and quiet. he is perfectly comtempt to keep silent and is always looking forward to accomplishing his missions. He is a mercenary.
Weapon(s)- look at the photo...and black magic.
Back Story-
Early Life
Following the close of the Dark Ages, a family of nobles was riding home in their personal carriage driven by a team of strong white horses. It was late and darkness had fallen over the land. Behind them, the large town that they had left was beginning to darken as people returned to their beds.
As the family, made up of a father, a wife, and their three sons, along with the fathers brother, rode, unbenownst to them, a small group of horses emerged from behind a grouping of trees. The fell in line behind the carriage some ways back but close enough to see the carriage. The family rode on to their home in the hills each looking forward to a long nights rest. As soon as they fell asleep, the party that followed them move into the home and quickly spread out through the house. They killed all that they found. Luckily, the youngest of the sons and the brother of the father escaped the massacre, but left their family there with the murderers.
After a few years, the uncle told his nephew of how his family died, being only 6 years old at the time, and told him that his father fought to his very last breath. The child, now 10 years of age, was dismayed and mourned the death of his family for weeks on end. Finally, broken of his sorrow by rage, the child turned to his uncle and vowed that he would take revenge on those who killed his family.
Once the child promised that vengeance would be his, the uncle looked at the child and smiled. He then took the child into his home and showed him a secret that no one had seen since the Crusades. The uncled showed the boy the arts of Destruction and told him that he was a Dark Knight. The child marveled at the idea of being powerful enough to take revenge. He begged his uncle to teach him how to become a Dark Knight. At first his uncle refused, but after 4 years of having his nephew secretly training to become a Dark Knight, he accepted to train him.
Now stronger physically and mentally, the child learned to control his emotions and learned how to control the energy that surrounded him and everyone. At the age of 18, the child, now a young man, went out in search of those who had caused him the greatest misery of his life. He found them and was going to killed each and every one of them, but, he was remorseful at the though of killing someone who could still have a family. So he spared them. The demanded to know his name. He replied to them that his name was Lloyd.
Present
Lloyd now works for anyone with money. He is superb at his job and is willing to sacrifice others if need be. He will take the highest offer for a job and wont turn down any job.
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Walking in the midst of a large croud of people, a tall and dark figure moved siletly through the darkening streets of the commonspace. Looking around, the figure could see people inadvertantly moving away from him. A small smile crossed his lips before dissapearing into the black cowl that concealed his face. The figure brushed a long strand of midnight sliver hair out of his eye and continued to move down the street. Tonight was a good night. It was cool and the grass was already glistening with dew.
'Tonight' thought the figure, ' I am going to be paid well...'
with an evil smerk, the man turned towards a door. he gripped the handle and turned it, quickly entering the dark hallway. Without making a sound, the figure closed the door and moved on. Up a flight of stairs and down another hallway, until he reached a darkened room. he stepped inside ans unsheathed his concealed sword. With a quick flick of his wrist, a candle lit on a nearby table. The room that the figure had entered was a small bedroom. In the bed lay a middle aged man weairing an evil looking set of armor. This was the target. Without making another sound, the figure raised his sword up above his head and brought it down on the heart of the target.
Now that the job was done, there was no need for the building to stand anymore. So, the figure moved back down the stairs to the ground floor. From there, he moved into the wine cellar and quickly, using his magical prowess, destroied the foundation of the building. Soon the walls began to buckle and shift. Smileing another dark smile, the figure move up and out of the house.
When the figure was a few good hundred yards away from the building, a deep and resonating rumble screamed out from the building as it collapsed inward on itself, thereby destroying any evidance that he had ever been in there. As soon as he came into the scene, he dissapeared in another croud of people.
He saw the Dux carrying a grat book. He pointed at it and asked "What is that?"
The Dux put the book inside his royal armor and replied "That is non of your bussiness... Paladin. Nor is it yours Advisor." He spit out
Laviant looked sucpisiously at the Dux
"If I have a the slightest reason to believe that you are a part of the rebelion I have the right by law to exterminat you." He said
Jared looked at him angrily "I would love to see you try but..." He shoved his hand in the air as if to shove the agusation away "I'm not a part of any rebelion."
"Now if you would Excuse me." The Dux said
The two men did not move "Do not force me to put the guartds on you. Please. It will not do us good to fight between ourselves." Jared said
The Two men hesitantly moved out of the room to the kitchen.
Timothy was not smiling anymore
"What does he take us for?" He asked as they walked into the kitchen.
"I do not know." Laviant replied.
They sat on the kitchen table... There were two people there: a woman who did not look too happy and a man besides her who was smiling very brightly.
Knightmare and Morgan? Laviant tought
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
She slipped from her room quite easily and trailed down the hall. She slipped just out of the dux's eye as he passed down her hall. She hid in the shadows quite well. She'd been here once before but found her favorite place quite easily.
She stepped into the room in which the throne sat and moved off the the right as she ran her fingers over the stones. One, two, three... Right here! Silent once more she pushed the stone in on its self and a creaking began. She looked around quickly to find no one had come. Good.
She stepped into the passage and down into the darkened hallways, never used since she was here last. She puled flint from her pants pocket and struck it once, twice, and on the third try she got a torch lit. She pulled it down from it's p,ace on the wall and ventured farther into the haunted hall in witch memories resided from her.
Little came from her mouth as she moved deeper int the hall. She didn't bother to look back and notice the door had closed and some one hid in the shadows as she had from the dux.
*Anyone want to be a little stealthy?*
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
Isaon watched Grace entering the hall with a smile. They'd always been good friends as children, especially since neither of them had particularly enjoyed court life. He stepped out of the shadows, "Hasn't changed much, has it, Grace?"
She spun on her heel, looking a little guilty. Then her eyes widened a little, "Isaon? Cousin, what are you doing here? They've been saying you've broken ties with the nobility."
He nodded, "And they're right. I'm here for the money, not the loyalty. Still, it's always good to see the less obnoxious members of our family. I'm not looking forward to meeting up with the Dux, in that respect."
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
