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Overthrow; [P]Aiden, Elissandra
Topic Started: Thu Nov 17, 2011 9:56 pm (166 Views)
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Zieg and three robed figures stood on the heights a mile west of the ruins of Taras. Before them was spread the stone ruins of a once great city, to most a depressing sight. But in the ruins, Zieg saw a very different thing--opportunity. And opportunity leads to money...and from there, power. And Zieg enjoyed every aspect of that progression.

"It's time that we began to take advantage of this place while its defenses are still weak," one of the robed figures said, his voice deep and steely. "There are rumors that the guards are slowly growing in strength and soon will become a formidable force."

"No match for us, Siler," Zieg replied, sitting on his haunches as he smiled with anticipation. "We won't give them the chance for that, of course. The Manati want this place for their own...and I plan to give it to them. Those wretches at the camp will hardly put up a fight. We take out the leaders of this so called "guard" and we can have the place to ourselves."

"We have at least fifty of our own to help take the ruins," Siler explained, "The vagabonds in the city will be easily dealt with. So shall we leave the guards to you?"

"Of course," Zieg said, his eyes flashing evilly and a grin spreading across his face. . .





Aiden's face was impassive as he walked in the direction of the refugee camps. The ruined city of Taras was a loss--he was looking for the Guards of the city, and yet they were no where to be found. Surmising that the limited resources of those defending the area were concentrated on the camps, Aiden began making his way there as the sun began to set in the distance.

"Perhaps they concentrate once more as night falls," Aiden muttered, talking to himself to basically pass the time...and ignore the daunting task he was faced with. Traveling across the continent, Aiden had been searching long and hard for Zieg, an almost permanent rival...and an extremely dangerous foe. And now, here in Taras, Aiden feared that Zieg sought once more to sow chaos and despair among the hard working refugees of Taras.

A grimace spread across the elf's face as the wind picked up--Zieg had a habit of making his life miserable. And though he held hope that the opposite may be true, Aiden knew full well that further bloodshed in this already stricken place was likely. Find the guards, the elf thought as he trudged forward, Deal with the rest one step at a time...and hope that it's not already too late. . .
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Elissandra ducked into the command tent, closing the crimson flap behind her. Crossing her hands behind her back, she colored as the captain looked up at her from his desk, sighed, and looked back to his paperwork. “I expect you are here about the bandit issue. Again.” He droned, scratching a crossmark over a spot on a map.

“Sir, if I could jus' 'ave a group o' men, I could--” “I've told you twice before, and I'll do so again,” He interrupted her. “We cannot afford to spare a group. The reconstruction and keeping order in the camp has been taking up every pair of hands we can spare.”

Ellie frowned. “Cap'n, I've noticed three-man patrols in the sou'western district o' Taras proper. There be what, three shifts per night? I'd settle fer jus' shavin one off each for--” She stopped with an impatient look from the balding, hawk-nosed man. “There have been reports of robberies over the last fortnight. We need three men every round, lieutenant.” He emphasized her lower rank. Lowering head, she pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing. “Very well, cap'n.” She turned to leave the tent.

“Ellie.” He said, setting his quill down. “Yes, cap'n?” She stopped.

“You did very well dealing with those pirate ships with nothing but your own ship and a few scumbags from a bar. I have total confidence you can handle the bandit issue. Do this, and I'll see about a promotion in your near future.” He smiled at her, oblivious to Ellie's bewildered look. She'd never thought about making a career in the Taras military, she'd simply gotten caught up assisting them with a problem and took on the title of lieutenant for the purposes of leading her own group, no questions asked.

The men hardly accepted her lead as it was.

“Thank ye, cap'n. I'll see what I c'n do.”

Leaving the tent, she gave a great sigh, crossing her arms to ward off the cold and heading out of the refugee camp, making her way in the direction of the taverns. As she passed some of the few tents on the outskirts of the camp, she spotted a man headed in her direction. Looking around for any guards on duty, she frowned. They must be between shifts.

“What be yer business in Taras, stranger?” she asked, making sure she was wearing the deep red cloak and the brooch that labeled her an officer of Taras' military.
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Zieg stood with his arms crossed and his back to the road behind him. A few meters away, three bodies draped in the red cloaks of Taras' fledgling military lay bleeding in the light of the rising moon. A soft breeze blew in from the west, ruffling the tall grass as ten armed men crouched with drawn blades waiting on the elf's next orders.

"Gather your things," Zieg announced, turning towards his men and walking down the otherwise deserted path. "We have things to do before they regroup and discover what's happened." Together, the eleven warriors headed in the direction of the camps with hoods raised. They, along with four other bands of similar strength, intended to do what they could to bring the guards of the refugee camp to their knees. One way or another, they would fulfill your mission and deliver the camp and its inhabitants into the hands of their clients.

Hopefully someone gets in our way, Zieg thought, a slow smile spreading across his face. . .





Aiden finally came within sight of the scattered refugee camp. Since his last visit, the place had become far more developed, with scattered taverns and more study places of refuge. The guards of the camp had become more organized as well with a clear hierarchical structure. The elf smirked with satisfaction--the humans of this area had been far more resilient than he had given them credit for. Regardless, this wasn't a sightseeing visit.

Make contact with the guards, warn them of Zieg, organize the defenses, Aiden thought, mentally reminding himself of his mission for the forseeable future. If all went well, he wouldn't have to spend long here at all--just long enough to make sure that Zieg wasn't in the region sowing trouble. Then, he'd leave the people of Taras to their own rebuilding. But things became complicated very quickly as soon as he reached the camp proper. There were no people out on the paths, suggesting that perhaps there was a curfew of sorts in place.

If I run into a guard out here, it won't be very pretty, he thought, hoping that he wouldn't be detained needlessly. He wouldn't resist as long as the guards were simply doing their duty...assuming it didn't keep the elf from his mission for too long. But any delay in reaching the guards could prove detrimental to the whole affair. Hoping that he could simply find a group of guards and announce his presence and purpose without being waylaid, the elf continued forward.

“What be yer business in Taras, stranger?”

Aiden turned slightly, a bit startled at the hailing as his eyes sought out the source. Peering at an approaching form, Aiden kept his hands up and totally visible as he waved. "Hello, yourself!" he called back, "I am an elf looking for the guards of this camp. I have an urgent message to relay to their commander. Would you happen to know where I could direct myself?" The elf kept his hands up and stood as nonthreateningly as possible, knowing that motives and movements could easily be misinterpreted in the growing darkness. Politeness with an edge tainted his voice as Aiden kept himself as agreeable as possible.

He of course would react accordingly once he realized who the mystery person was. . .
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Elissadra grimaced at the elf's words. The commander was busy, too much so to trouble himself with petty requests. And from a non-citizen at that.
“Ye've come at hard times, elf. The guard and military 'ave merged. Th' Cap'n be busy at the moment, but I can take 'ny messages you might 'ave. Lieutenant Elissandra Durrall.” She nodded, failing to extend a hand in greeting.

“Pardon if 'm not overly friendly, been havin a bit o' rough time with strangers nowadays. No sense in takin risks.” Turning an ear to the sky, her features darkened. “What in th' nine hells...”

* * * *

The eastern watchtower was relatively dull tonight, three men having filed in and simply wasting time until their patrol.
“Where are they? They should've been back by now.” One of the men complained, scratching a bump of dirt from his leather spaulders. “I'm going up to have a look around.” He rose to his feet, the other two paying little mind to his complaining. Shaking his head, he ascended the ladder, exiting the trapdoor above.

Taras sprawled out before him, a sad sight in some parts where the reclamation efforts had yet to reach. In others, the rubble had been cleared away, sorted through and savaged what could be saved. Perhaps the most concentrated area was near the docks, where taverns had sprung up and various establishments were growing. Many of the popular social venues were infested with thieves striking deals, but that problem would be addressed later. For now, they had to rebuild.

His attention was drawn to the sounds of metal clashing from near the eastern gates, and all-too-sudden silence. His heart skipped in his chest as he waited to see the patrol investigating the commotion, but all he saw was a group of men heading down the road to the refugee camp.

Drawing a conclusion, he cursed, grabbing a rope with a brass ball and hook on the end. Hooking it inside the well-sized bell, he began ringing the alarm bell.

* * * *

“What in th' nine hells...”

Elissandra's attention snapped to the elf once more, her hand resting on the pommel of her sword, drawing an inch of steel from the sheath. “What're you about, elf? Best ter speak quickly, I've got short temper.” Her eyes slitted, inspecting the man.
Several guards rushed to the position, the men who held the next shift. “Lieutenant, what's going on? Amos' patrol is late, it's throwing everyone's schedules off.”

Ellie cursed.

“Speak quickly, elf.”
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Zieg grimaced as the sounds of the pealing alarm bell spread out over the area, alerting the guards to the presence of his men. He cursed inwardly that Siler wasn't able to penetrate the defenses with less trouble, but he also noted that the guards met so far were much weaker than he'd anticipated. Apparently, attacking so early in the night was a blessing in disguise--they appeared to be just in the middle of rotations.

"Sir!" A hooded warrior caught Zieg's attention and pointed ahead as guards moved forward with their blades already drawn. Zieg didn't wait for his men as he moved forward, his own blade extended and in front of him. He smirked as he closed distance between the three approaching warriors. Their distinctive cloaks marked them as members of Taras' military, so Zieg decided to show them at least some respect. With a grunt, his blade met that of the closest warrior. Batting away the man's guard, Zieg executed a startlingly fast spin, cutting under the warrior's parry and burying his blade deep in the man's chest. The guard's stunned expression remained frozen on his face as he slid to the ground.

Without ceremony, Zieg plucked the man's blade with his free hand and charged into the remaining pair of guards. A blade in each hand, Zieg made a series of parries as he tried to gauge the ability of the two fighters. Disappointed after a minute of analysis, Zieg sighed as he reversed his hold on the blade in his left hand, catching the attack of one of the guards, while swinging his other blade in a vicious arc. The guard, unable to react fast enough, looked shocked as Zieg's blade buried itself in his shoulder.

Crying in agony, the guard stepped back, which only allowed Zieg to step forward to avoid the attack of his other opponent. Coolly, Zieg stabbed ahead, catching his first victim in the torso while spinning away from his second. The lone guard, seeing he was outmatched, turned to run to his companions, but was immediately felled by Zieg's men as they caught up to their leader. Three more bodies lay silently and bloodied in the grass as Zieg's squad made their way to the docks. Each band of men under the elf's command had their own special targets to take out within the city. Zieg's smile grew wider as he drew closer to his own...and bringing this place to its knees. . .




Aiden kept his hands up, but things deteriorated just as quickly as he feared they would. He noted that at first, things were going rather smoothly, convinced as he was that the guard of Taras he had run into was polite enough--though as rough around the edges as a seasoned warrior was expected to be.

"Well, Lieutenant," he began, "My name is Aiden and I'm a ranger from Norwood. Trust me, I mean you and your company absolutely no harm. Though I have to be honest...I have to take my message to your leader, busy or not. I'm afraid the situation is a bit too urgent to do otherwise. If you'll allow me to explain--"

Aiden was interrupted by the sudden sound of a bell ringing in the night air. Considering there seemed to be a curfew for the civilian population, Aiden could only assume that the bell was meant to be a warning to the inhabitants of the fledgling city. And just his luck, the damn thing was ringing just as he started to introduce himself. "Bloody wonderful timing," he muttered as guards seemed to appear out of nowhere around Elissandra.

“What're you about, elf? Best ter speak quickly, I've got short temper.”

The elf shrugged at the comment, knowing he was in quite the bind. "Your temper aside, I've told you what I came here to do. If I meant you harm, I think I would have taken the opportunity to do so before your compatriots arrived." His sarcasm aside, Aiden lowered his arms no and simply closed his eyes. Should his own words not do the trick, perhaps a display would do what he couldn't.

Eladrin, Aiden thought, reaching out to the celestial with which he had bonded long ago, Care to help me out a bit?

Maybe you should work on the sarcasm next time? Eladrin cautioned, It makes you far fewer friends than you'd like to believe.

"Right right," Aiden replied aloud as a surge of celestial power began to coalesce around his form. A bright light surrounded his body as a surge of flame quickly formed itself into six wings sprouting from the elf's back. "I am a celestial as well, if that helps any," Aiden said, opening his eyes and revealing their new, reddish tint. "I'm here to help...so if we could talk more before you draw your blades, perhaps we can form a strategy. . .?"
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Ellie thumbed free another inch of steel, brow furrowing as he spread his arms wide. In the mountains she'd encountered magic on a rare basis, largely tribal from the orcs on the mountain's face, and some divine, but almost all of it was merely bodily augmentation, making the spell-wielder stronger, faster, their target weaker. She'd seen some of the dwarves from the tunnels turn their skin to stone. But this was on a different scale, closer related to the holy magic of visiting priests.

None of them could sprout six fiery wings.

One of her men drew steel, the others looking to Elissandra for their next move, fear evident.

“Heard plenty o' stories 'bout celestials. Never seen one m'self, but from what I 'eard, I wouldn' want to.” She narrowed her eyes, but fully sheathed the longsword. The others refused to relax, but they released their weapons, save for the one man who remained on edge, looking somewhat sick to his stomach.

“What's th' matter, soldier?” She asked, brow furrowing. Turning away before he could answer, she crossed her arms, right on top.
“Fine, but--”

“What seems to be the problem here? Is this the source of this damned racket? I thought you could handle it, Lieutenant.” The captain approached, unseen by the guards. “Well I'll be damned, a seraphim.” He whistled.
“Captain, something be wrong here, 'nd I--” Ellie began. “Can't keep it under control?” His tone was disappointed. The woman closed her mouth, stewing.
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Zieg couldn't help but smile a bit as he and his men advanced towards the docks, moving along as if searching for the perfect spot to unleash more mayhem. Zieg quickly held up his hand, bringing his squad to a halt with practiced ease. Pausing for a moment as he listened for shouting guards and directions, Zieg pointed forward silently. His band fanned out and moved ahead silently, their swords glinting a bit in the moonlight. Meanwhile, Zieg pulled a nondiscript paper tube from the folds of his cloak. With his other hand, the elf formed a series of seals before kneeling to the ground and placing the hand on the cold ground.

"I bring you forth, creature of the dark plane," Zieg breathed, slowly gathering magic around him as he intoned. "Mestyl!" Standing, the elf watched as a sigil formed in midair around his form. Moving out of the way, the elf took a match, lit it, and passed it across the top of the paper tube, watching as it caught flame. Tossing the tube into the air, Zieg turned back towards his summon. The tube exploded with a bright blue light as a beacon to the other groups sneaking into the city. At the same time, a sudden roar split the night air. Where Zieg had drawn his sigil, a huge dragon with obsidian black scales reared its head into the moonlight. With a quick look around, its eyes flashed red as it rose on its hind legs and flapped its powerful wings.

It roared again, this time with nearly earsplitting strength as Zieg simply looked up calmly and smiled. A burst of flame burst forth from the dragon's mouth as it took flight, bathing the area in red hot fire.

"Poor Taras," the elf muttered as he walked towards the docks once more to reconnect with his men. With any luck, the other four squads around the city had completed their summons and were also moving towards the docks. "This place was just starting to look nice again...pity. . ."




Aiden calmed down a bit, toning down his transformation as the men began to gather around the female warrior and lowered their blades. "Sorry about that," he said quickly as the light diminished, "Just had to make a point."

“What seems to be the problem here? Is this the source of this damned racket? I thought you could handle it, Lieutenant.”

Aiden could tell from the gruff sounding voice that the man in charge had finally arrived...which might or might not have been the best timing for his lieutenant. "Sorry," the elf said, apologizing again as he stepped forward. Despite wary looks from the soldiers, none seemed ready to take on the elf now. Drawing a bit closer, Aiden continued, "And your Lieutenant here was helping me to calm your men after I appeared. Quite skillfully, I might add. She was also bringing me to you so that I could pass on a message. I'm afraid that the city and refugees are in terrible danger."

At that moment, a massive roar rent the air, causing Aiden to look up in surprise towards the docks. Intruders have gotten that far?! he wondered with surprise. Then screams echoed into the night from the direction of the wall tops. Spinning, the elf was struggling to get his mind around just how many points of attack had been achieved in such a short period of time. Classic Zieg, he thought, disappointed that he was too late after all.

Suddenly, a powerful screech filled the air, this time coming from the same direction as the earlier screams. Yards behind, the wall seemed to explode inward as the screech echoed through the air again. Aiden's eyes widened as he turned towards the sound...and blanched visibly. Stalking towards the camps--and by extension, the elf and lieutenant--was a hulking, dark form carrying a wicked looking scythe in one hand and a blade in the other. The form was startlingly familiar to the elf, so much so that he ignored the five cloaked figures traveling with it.

"A fallen celestial," Aiden breathed, swallowing hard as he went ahead and drew his blade. "Damn you, Zieg. . ."
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