Post by shitoku on Jul 23, 2017 15:51:25 GMT
Edenborough, Britannia - Castle of the King
Troll skulls, Giant’s weapons, encased staffs and swords that were certainly enchanted as well as a beautiful red and black fur hung around the room. They were all collected during Hervouet’s reign as King of Britannia. A dragon’s head lay above the fireplace, the crown masterpiece of the room. The lifeless eyes stared directly at the end of the table toward the entrance. As the Sins entered it would be the first thing they’d see. Under the dragon’s head sat King Hervouet in a small wooden throne, encrusted with dragon scales and jewels. To his right, in a lesser garnished chair sat his trusted advisor who doubled as the court wizard. Among the long table, three men sat on either side. They all held high positions in Britannia’s army, navy, magicks and splinter cells. Nobody sat across from the King. The table itself brandished a map of the surrounding countries involved in the War. Pins were atop battle camps, enemy camps, civilians, among other points of interest.
The generals and officials looked over toward the gathering of the Sins. One was missing. They immediately began to murmur among themselves until King Hervouet cleared his throat. All of them looked over at him, awaiting his decree. “Sins. We’ve had enough of the fanfare, I’m sure,” He spoke carefully, ending his sentence with a light smile. “It’s important for the people to know who their allies are,” He added thoughtfully before glancing over at his advisor. The King nodded slightly and his demeanor changed. “I’ll get right to it then,” He stated. “You guys were collected by the group you see before you. We’ve scouted you and assessed your abilities. Together, you all will become our quick response task force. Your job will be to inflict maximum damage as quickly as possible,” He explained.
The Court Wizard flashed his hands and the map lit up brightly. A pin to the southeast quadrant of Britannia lit up orange (modern day Colchester, Britain for the added visual reference). He spoke confidently, “this is our Southern fort. Up until now, the Viking bastards have only attacked our northern shores. We’ve got intel that they plan on hitting us hard in the South and we’ve determined this is their target.”
King Hervouet’s eyes met with his son Azorius as well as Raija, the team’s leader. Then he met eyes with Saleme then Aiofe. He nodded confidently to them both. “Where’s the Sin of Greed? He goes by Larry the Voracious. Has anyone seen him?” He inquired.
As if right on cue for the King's question, suddenly a tall, slender man with long silver hair opened the doors and glanced around at each face in the room in order, eventually meeting the King's gaze and bowing respectfully. "Pardon the intrusion, sir." Anyone who would recognize him would know him as Vance, King Hervouet's appointed Head of Security. "I realize that I am not required to attend this meeting and have other duties elsewhere, but I seem to have discovered a straggler," he paused, stepping aside as Larry slowly stepped into the room, looking around before giving an attempt at an awkward bow in respect. He didn't bother speaking just yet, he figured it would be better until her himself was addressed.
“Larry the Voracious, glad you could join us,” the King spoke. Everyone present could tell he was angry, King Hervouet wasn’t trying to hide it. “If I didn’t have faith in your abilities, I’d send you home right now. Late to your own coronation, what were you thinking? What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked him, though he quickly shook his head and took a deep breath. “Never mind it. I’m afraid your response will only incite me to violence,” He admitted.
Azorius cleared his throat trying to grab his father’s attention. The King waved at him, a gesture which allowed him to speak his mind. “Fath- King Hervouet, I’ll bring Greed up to speed when we depart on our mission. As for his tardiness, I’m sure there’s a plausible reason behind it all,” He said trying to quell his father’s anger.
“You all leave at night fall. Mounted animals await you all in the stables,” The King responded trying to put the entire incident behind him. Hervouet looked at his court wizard who spoke up after his highness, “If any of you need any supplies, items, magic wards… anything you think might be necessary for the upcoming mission, please come see me. I’ll be here in the palace for the next few hours until night fall.”
~~~
Switzerland, New Japan - Palace of the Emperor
The Emperor smiled broadly at Kikyo’s statement, “Yes! You all should have great confidence in yourself. If not yourself, have confidence in your Emperor. I’ve steered our kingdom with my heart.” Just then a servant woman rushed over and refilled Nakamura’s cup of tea. He blew on it as he listened to Kinchai speak,
"Emperor.......I do not intend to question your plans or decision, so please forgive me if my words seem to imply such. But i feel compelled to ask.......but are you quite sure that we all present are the correct choice for this task?"
He took a sip then cleared his throat. A loud breeze rustled through the garden followed by a small flock of birds flying off into the sky. “War isn’t pretty and the Viking threat is a serious one,” The Emperor began, speaking slowly and carefully. There was no need to hold his tongue in front of the chosen warriors but there was a need for tact. “Since times immemorial, there has been a great divide between the socio-economic classes in Japan. Although I have tried to foster peace and love within our communities, I partially accept blame for the prejudice we show each other. Samurai come from noble and elite families while ninja are born to the working class. Since the tactics differ greatly, we’ve come to distrust one another,” He explained looking between the two brothers. “Kinchai. Callan. You two are New Japan’s best hope at placing this prejudice in our past. After our eventual victory, the history books will be rewritten. Between the covers, it’ll tell the tale of samurai and ninja working together for the greater good. Regardless of how we fight, we fight for New Japan.”
The sakuras fell gently from the trees to the ground, sprinkling a touch of pink throughout the lush green in the Emperor’s garden. “That however is the final question I’ll answer. You know your mission: Strike down the married Chieftains of the Vikings to avoid a full-scale war. You know the parameters you will carry your orders out by: Strike down anyone who stands in your way. Attached to your horses are detailed accounts of the Chieftains as well as a crudely drawn map depicting landmarks along the way to your goal. We don’t know much information on their warriors, as most die happily in search of Valhalla. How crazy is that…” He said, pushing out a sigh.
“The horses are waiting for you at the gates of the Capital. You’ll leave immediately,” He spoke, looking them up and down. “I assume you’re all ready? Takeshi will be your commanding officer during this mission.”
Takeshi nodded before looking to his teammates. He began making his way toward the palace’s entrance, “You heard our Emperor. It’s time to go.”
~~~
Oslo, Norden - Capital of the Vikings
Chief Fridmund lifted his giant war axe and slammed it against the long table like it was a gavel. “Begin!” He hollered at the top of his lungs, hoisting large glasses of mead into the air. Immediately, Vikings began fighting. Clinks of metal weapons, screams of dismay and shouts of valor filled the air. He nudged his wife before taking a large gulp, “Keep watch on our shaman and her protégé. Surely we’ll find some use in her.”
Drifa nodded at his suggestion before offering her own, “I recognize some of these warriors. One of them challenged me several times although he never could win,” She admitted, gesturing toward Harald. “Him. He carries anger behind those axes of his.”
Harald clashed with a demon who wielded a spear. He let out a guttural roar before forcing his opponent down to his knee. “You’re too weak for this battle!” He called out, hooking his axes under the Demon’s spear and tossing the weapon out of bounds. A foot to the demon’s chest followed and effectively sent him out of the ring. His eyes darted left then right. He noticed Bryn cleaving he way through warriors and a smirk grew on his face. As he slowly made his way toward her, a small cell of three warriors blocked his path.
Fridmund pulled his pinky out of his ear and flicked wax onto the floor, “Seems those three might put down your hero before he has a chance to really prove himself.” He looked away and surveyed the rest of the battle. Out of approximately seventy warriors, fifteen had already fallen out of contention. The battle was beginning to get tougher now that dead space had been cleared out. Demons, giants and shamans were beginning to use their powers. Fireballs and water vortexes as well as undead ghouls spread throughout the tournament grounds.
Drifa smiled, “doesn’t all this fighting get your blood boiling? I just wanna jump into the fray,” She admitted her eyes now focused on Ahsha and her student. “You think any of them can take us on?” She wondered aloud, her heart set on a tough battle.
Troll skulls, Giant’s weapons, encased staffs and swords that were certainly enchanted as well as a beautiful red and black fur hung around the room. They were all collected during Hervouet’s reign as King of Britannia. A dragon’s head lay above the fireplace, the crown masterpiece of the room. The lifeless eyes stared directly at the end of the table toward the entrance. As the Sins entered it would be the first thing they’d see. Under the dragon’s head sat King Hervouet in a small wooden throne, encrusted with dragon scales and jewels. To his right, in a lesser garnished chair sat his trusted advisor who doubled as the court wizard. Among the long table, three men sat on either side. They all held high positions in Britannia’s army, navy, magicks and splinter cells. Nobody sat across from the King. The table itself brandished a map of the surrounding countries involved in the War. Pins were atop battle camps, enemy camps, civilians, among other points of interest.
The generals and officials looked over toward the gathering of the Sins. One was missing. They immediately began to murmur among themselves until King Hervouet cleared his throat. All of them looked over at him, awaiting his decree. “Sins. We’ve had enough of the fanfare, I’m sure,” He spoke carefully, ending his sentence with a light smile. “It’s important for the people to know who their allies are,” He added thoughtfully before glancing over at his advisor. The King nodded slightly and his demeanor changed. “I’ll get right to it then,” He stated. “You guys were collected by the group you see before you. We’ve scouted you and assessed your abilities. Together, you all will become our quick response task force. Your job will be to inflict maximum damage as quickly as possible,” He explained.
The Court Wizard flashed his hands and the map lit up brightly. A pin to the southeast quadrant of Britannia lit up orange (modern day Colchester, Britain for the added visual reference). He spoke confidently, “this is our Southern fort. Up until now, the Viking bastards have only attacked our northern shores. We’ve got intel that they plan on hitting us hard in the South and we’ve determined this is their target.”
King Hervouet’s eyes met with his son Azorius as well as Raija, the team’s leader. Then he met eyes with Saleme then Aiofe. He nodded confidently to them both. “Where’s the Sin of Greed? He goes by Larry the Voracious. Has anyone seen him?” He inquired.
As if right on cue for the King's question, suddenly a tall, slender man with long silver hair opened the doors and glanced around at each face in the room in order, eventually meeting the King's gaze and bowing respectfully. "Pardon the intrusion, sir." Anyone who would recognize him would know him as Vance, King Hervouet's appointed Head of Security. "I realize that I am not required to attend this meeting and have other duties elsewhere, but I seem to have discovered a straggler," he paused, stepping aside as Larry slowly stepped into the room, looking around before giving an attempt at an awkward bow in respect. He didn't bother speaking just yet, he figured it would be better until her himself was addressed.
“Larry the Voracious, glad you could join us,” the King spoke. Everyone present could tell he was angry, King Hervouet wasn’t trying to hide it. “If I didn’t have faith in your abilities, I’d send you home right now. Late to your own coronation, what were you thinking? What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked him, though he quickly shook his head and took a deep breath. “Never mind it. I’m afraid your response will only incite me to violence,” He admitted.
Azorius cleared his throat trying to grab his father’s attention. The King waved at him, a gesture which allowed him to speak his mind. “Fath- King Hervouet, I’ll bring Greed up to speed when we depart on our mission. As for his tardiness, I’m sure there’s a plausible reason behind it all,” He said trying to quell his father’s anger.
“You all leave at night fall. Mounted animals await you all in the stables,” The King responded trying to put the entire incident behind him. Hervouet looked at his court wizard who spoke up after his highness, “If any of you need any supplies, items, magic wards… anything you think might be necessary for the upcoming mission, please come see me. I’ll be here in the palace for the next few hours until night fall.”
~~~
Switzerland, New Japan - Palace of the Emperor
The Emperor smiled broadly at Kikyo’s statement, “Yes! You all should have great confidence in yourself. If not yourself, have confidence in your Emperor. I’ve steered our kingdom with my heart.” Just then a servant woman rushed over and refilled Nakamura’s cup of tea. He blew on it as he listened to Kinchai speak,
"Emperor.......I do not intend to question your plans or decision, so please forgive me if my words seem to imply such. But i feel compelled to ask.......but are you quite sure that we all present are the correct choice for this task?"
He took a sip then cleared his throat. A loud breeze rustled through the garden followed by a small flock of birds flying off into the sky. “War isn’t pretty and the Viking threat is a serious one,” The Emperor began, speaking slowly and carefully. There was no need to hold his tongue in front of the chosen warriors but there was a need for tact. “Since times immemorial, there has been a great divide between the socio-economic classes in Japan. Although I have tried to foster peace and love within our communities, I partially accept blame for the prejudice we show each other. Samurai come from noble and elite families while ninja are born to the working class. Since the tactics differ greatly, we’ve come to distrust one another,” He explained looking between the two brothers. “Kinchai. Callan. You two are New Japan’s best hope at placing this prejudice in our past. After our eventual victory, the history books will be rewritten. Between the covers, it’ll tell the tale of samurai and ninja working together for the greater good. Regardless of how we fight, we fight for New Japan.”
The sakuras fell gently from the trees to the ground, sprinkling a touch of pink throughout the lush green in the Emperor’s garden. “That however is the final question I’ll answer. You know your mission: Strike down the married Chieftains of the Vikings to avoid a full-scale war. You know the parameters you will carry your orders out by: Strike down anyone who stands in your way. Attached to your horses are detailed accounts of the Chieftains as well as a crudely drawn map depicting landmarks along the way to your goal. We don’t know much information on their warriors, as most die happily in search of Valhalla. How crazy is that…” He said, pushing out a sigh.
“The horses are waiting for you at the gates of the Capital. You’ll leave immediately,” He spoke, looking them up and down. “I assume you’re all ready? Takeshi will be your commanding officer during this mission.”
Takeshi nodded before looking to his teammates. He began making his way toward the palace’s entrance, “You heard our Emperor. It’s time to go.”
~~~
Oslo, Norden - Capital of the Vikings
Chief Fridmund lifted his giant war axe and slammed it against the long table like it was a gavel. “Begin!” He hollered at the top of his lungs, hoisting large glasses of mead into the air. Immediately, Vikings began fighting. Clinks of metal weapons, screams of dismay and shouts of valor filled the air. He nudged his wife before taking a large gulp, “Keep watch on our shaman and her protégé. Surely we’ll find some use in her.”
Drifa nodded at his suggestion before offering her own, “I recognize some of these warriors. One of them challenged me several times although he never could win,” She admitted, gesturing toward Harald. “Him. He carries anger behind those axes of his.”
Harald clashed with a demon who wielded a spear. He let out a guttural roar before forcing his opponent down to his knee. “You’re too weak for this battle!” He called out, hooking his axes under the Demon’s spear and tossing the weapon out of bounds. A foot to the demon’s chest followed and effectively sent him out of the ring. His eyes darted left then right. He noticed Bryn cleaving he way through warriors and a smirk grew on his face. As he slowly made his way toward her, a small cell of three warriors blocked his path.
Fridmund pulled his pinky out of his ear and flicked wax onto the floor, “Seems those three might put down your hero before he has a chance to really prove himself.” He looked away and surveyed the rest of the battle. Out of approximately seventy warriors, fifteen had already fallen out of contention. The battle was beginning to get tougher now that dead space had been cleared out. Demons, giants and shamans were beginning to use their powers. Fireballs and water vortexes as well as undead ghouls spread throughout the tournament grounds.
Drifa smiled, “doesn’t all this fighting get your blood boiling? I just wanna jump into the fray,” She admitted her eyes now focused on Ahsha and her student. “You think any of them can take us on?” She wondered aloud, her heart set on a tough battle.
