Fantasy A Silent War ~IC~

[FabulousTrash]

“My Lord, are you sure this is a good idea? I-If this succeeds, then the common folk will know of your true nature”

“If this works, they will be forced to bear it on their shoulders”


On the eve of no particular night, the King of Skylark sent out his servants and squires, instructing them to find him the darkest of criminals, those that were notorious for what they did for a living. The king didnt want to punish them, no. He needed them for another reason. One that he know wouldn't easily go over their heads. But with high reward, anyone would do anything. It was a simple rule of thumb.


The squires and the servants scoured the darkest of alleys and the shadiest of taverns, giving parchment with the king’s invitation to a meeting at dawn the next day. It never said why, but on the parchment, the reward was 100,000 gold or something of equal or lesser value.


When the next morning came, the king was patiently waiting in his throne room. The sunlight shone through his windows, illuminating the room with a golden hue. Only the sound of breathing could be heard in the large room as the king’s patience was slowly running thin.


10 minutes past. The king looked down angrily at the nearest squire and began in a sharp tone


“If they do not appear in the next---”

He was cut off by the sound of the grand doors opening, his personal guards leading in a group of shady and dark clothed figures. The king relaxed, smiling as he waited for them to get closer to his chair before informing them of their job.

 

[FabulousTrash]

**HEY LOOK AT ME**

Spoiler: QUICK OOC NOTE READ THIS PLS

I'll be playing most of the NPCs in this roleplay, including the king. Fictionally will stick the princess and maybe a few NPCs on the Valkryn side of things

Syrenne watched as she was led into the massive throne room, along with many other mercenaries. There were two other men, and another female with her. While none of them were shackles, Syrenne didnt bother challenging the guards. They were much of a threat anyway.

For now, Syrenne remained silent for duration of the meeting. As much as she was a normally loud person, she had to listen to why she was called here. The king probably had something planned if he asked for dirty criminals like her to help a royal cause. The reward was staggering as well. 100,000 gold?! Syrenne would be more surprised if it was 100,000 gold for each person in the group.

Syrenne's weapons make a small clinking noise, metal hitting against metal. Her claws were sheathed on her thighs, one on each side. Her throwing knives were all secured around her hip and her sword on her back, a strap going over her shoulder, across her chest and under her other arm.

When they arrived at the foot of the throne, Syrenne looked up at the king and simply nodded, at least acknowledging him. Hopefully the king wouldnt be an ass and make them all properly bow. It wasnt something Syrenne was too keen on doing.

 

[Kabboom]

As Fenroy walked with the group, a sense of curiousness and doubt engulfed his mind. When that lowly squire approached him at the tavern with the scroll in hand, he was sure that it was just some other noble. He didn't expect the king of Skylark himself! And with such a grand reward!

Fenroy has always looked at the leader of his kingdom with a respectful eye, but why would he need a bunch of mercenaries to do his bidding? Surely a cadre of knights can do whatever deed he requires just as well, if not better. Unless this is one of the darker sides of the king.If that's the case, then there really is no way out for Fenroy, or any of the group that he is walking with, escorted by guards. To deny the king in his secret task is suicide.

Aldir huddles itself into a pouch on his chest, making itself comfortable for its day nap. The bat has been through a lot with him, and has grown accustomed to his deep voice and thunderous footsteps. Behind him, fastened by at least 4 different straps and strings, is his Claymore, proudly presented without a scabbard. Such a weapon is too great for a scabbard.

As the group entered the throne room, Fenroy instinctively bowed. One cannot be too careful in avoiding executions. And to avoid an execution in what is most likely a very secret and dirty task, one must show respect.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

The way to hire the raven was unconventional. If you wanted to hire her, there were certain places to leave the scroll with the mission and a date to meet. If Corvus Nocte was interested, she would appear in that place, if you did not meet her, she wasn´t interested. She had not believed her eyes when she did read the last scroll however. It sounded too good, literally, she was very sure it was a trap. On the other side, she was curious. If it was true, this was easy money. What could the king want anyways.

To be safe, Corvus Nocte hid near the meeting spot. She watched it for some time, like always. She did see other mercenaries, some of them infamous like her, coming together. THe amount of guards showing was not even a challenge to her alone, so with the, how she saw it, reinforcements, she felt save enough to proceed, meeting with the ground wordlessly.

When led inside, her moves made no sound. The black blade on her back was the only visible weapon she wore. Of course, she had enough other weapons, they only didn´t show, not to the trained eye even. The only thing giving it away was the certainty, that a assassin of her reknown would be having more than just a sword.
On the woman´s shoulder sat a raven, looking around, focussing everything for a second, getting a good image of the castle. The hooded woman was silent, her green eyes darting around. That however, was invisible to others, her hood concealing the eyes from the others view. Like that, she stood front to the throne. She did not show a sign of greeting. She seemed ready to at every moment defend herself. Corvus did not fully trust this yet. And she had no respect for any noble whatsoever. She had respect for those that earned it.

 

[Trappy]

The moment Brutus drunkenly walked into the room with some other mercenaries, even with a boozed head, he must admit that he had doubts and second-thoughts about this whole business he was involved in. His small, brown eyes scanned the large throne room, locating the guards, their stance, and most importantly: a man with a rather irritated look on his face, sitting on a fancy chair, like... something that sits on fancy chairs, staring straight at the approaching group.

This must be the King of Skylark then.

Brutus had never seen the man in person, but this was quite obvious. He did hope his manners were tolerable in front of his royal presence. After all, Brutus did realise he reeked of alcohol. The smell wasn't too easy to wash off. This small man had invited them here, and it didn't seem like a trap. Not quite, really. The group weren't stripped of their weapons and gear and they were not in chains, although there were guards escorting them, like cockroaches scurrying around... whatever it is that they eat. But things were proving more likely that the scroll wasn't a trick, and this small man had plans for all of them.

Brutus was given a scroll by a short man the day before. He had no memory of anything before that, but he woke up smelling like alcohol, with an empty pouch and a short man with a scroll sitting in front of him. At that moment, 100,000 gold sounded too good to be true. One-hundred-thousand gold. Considering the dire state of his pouch, he went ahead with it, and so he ended up in front of His Majesty of Skylark.

Standing in front of the throne, Brutus lifted his hands from the pommels of his blades and carefully bowed, in an attempt to at least show some proper manners in front of the King. Fortunately for him, he was born into a noble family, and so he would like to believe that he was particularly skilled at bowing, like a bowling ball. Wait, that's not a real thing.

 

[FabulousTrash]

The king watched as the group of oddities were guided in. Some of them bowed, one of then just nodded, and there was one that just didnt do anything. However, formalities were far less significant compared to the subject at hand. Gesturing to his guards, the king spoke up.

Everyone is to leave except the group standing before me

The guards were silent as they carried out their instructions, escorting everyone except the criminals out of the throne room. When it it was silent again, the king stood and walked down the throne until he was eye to eye with the mercenaries

Please, simply call me Damion. Formalities are not of concern to me at this moment.

Damion began to pace around the group of mercs, humming softly

I've gathered you all here for quite a special reason really. You see, I need to ask a favor from you types. If I were to do it myself....well, lets just say things would not go as smoothly as I imagine they would if you lot were to do it instead. But enough stalling.

The reason I've asked all here is because I am asking you to kidnap the Princess of Valkyrn.

The king went silent, allowing the fact to settle in

Syrenne

Syrenne watched as everyone was escorted out of the room, save for her and the other mercs. The grand doors behind her closed and she turned her attention back to the king. He got up, walking down and introduced himself as Damion. Interesting name, she had to admit.

The king was starting to walk around the group. Not once did Syrenne's gaze leave him.

Her eyes couldnt help but widen slightly when Damion told them the job he had in mind. She couldnt contain her outbiurst

Kidnapping the princess of Valkryn?! Are you mad?!

She quickly silenced herself.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

The king watched as the group of oddities were guided in. Some of them bowed, one of then just nodded, and there was one that just didnt do anything. However, formalities were far less significant compared to the subject at hand. Gesturing to his guards, the king spoke up.

Everyone is to leave except the group standing before me

The guards were silent as they carried out their instructions, escorting everyone except the criminals out of the throne room. When it it was silent again, the king stood and walked down the throne until he was eye to eye with the mercenaries

Please, simply call me Damion. Formalities are not of concern to me at this moment.

Damion began to pace around the group of mercs, humming softly

I've gathered you all here for quite a special reason really. You see, I need to ask a favor from you types. If I were to do it myself....well, lets just say things would not go as smoothly as I imagine they would if you lot were to do it instead. But enough stalling.

The reason I've asked all here is because I am asking you to kidnap the Princess of Valkyrn.

The king went silent, allowing the fact to settle in

Syrenne

Syrenne watched as everyone was escorted out of the room, save for her and the other mercs. The grand doors behind her closed and she turned her attention back to the king. He got up, walking down and introduced himself as Damion. Interesting name, she had to admit.

The king was starting to walk around the group. Not once did Syrenne's gaze leave him.

Her eyes couldnt help but widen slightly when Damion told them the job he had in mind. She couldnt contain her outbiurst

Kidnapping the princess of Valkryn?! Are you mad?!

She quickly silenced herself.

Instead of reacting to his mission, Corvus chuckled slightly. "You must be very confident to send away everyone like this. What if we were to take you hostage instead? Or just kill you? If i had the mission to do so, it would be so very simple now..." She chuckled again. "Capturing the princess you say? You called a whole group and expect us to work together, i suppose, instead of some competition? I just want to clarify the task at hand, before i tell you if i accept. " She shrugged. "You want us to keep your name out, of course, because nobody is to know you tried this, should we fail." She looked at Syrenne. Her outbreak was funny to witness, causing the assassin to chuckle again.

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kabboom Trappy

 

[xAlter]

Hey, um, is there a sign up for this?

 

[FictionallyPerfect]

xAlter Its all open to you friend

 

[xAlter]

Orion leaned back against the wall of the room, near the doors. He glanced at the others around him and observed each. Most, if not all of them specialized to assassination from what he could gleam from what little he could see. Pushing himself off the wall, Orion hefted War onto his armored shoulder and walked towards the group. His footsteps made loud thumps as he walked, his cape flowing behind him and trailing along the ground. "And what say if we denied your request, o King of Skylark?" asked Orion mockingly. "What would you do if we simply did not care for what you say? I for one do not care about what happens, but what is there to gain?"