Fantasy The Tyrant King ( Closed )

[Goaty Love]

Lyanna Fylken

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Lyanna couldn't believe her ears! Lia wanted to help her with her training? Was she dreaming? She pinched herself and realized she wasn't. She still was shy and looked at her feet but whispers. "I would love to..."

Leyra Fylken

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Her shy cousin would always surprize her, but at least she didn't lock up like usual. "I think she would learn a lot more and grow a bit more confidence by seeing how well we can fight right Lia? Commander I mean." Snap! She had a slip up again but at least the princess or her lady weren't there so no harm done right?


@animegirl20

 

[animegirl20]

"Really awesome." She smiled at Lyanna. She looked over at Leyra. "Yeah sure and haha don't worry about calling me commander there's not one here." She grinned. Things got a lot better when these two showed up. Suddenly she wasn't alone anymore and she liked it. It felt almost like the days her and Julian were close. "Well I'm not really sure what to do right now it's early and everyone seems to be alright."


@Duke the Impossible

 

[Goaty Love]

Leyra Fylken

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"Hehe, you're right Lia, but I do have to pay some attention to it before I have such a slip up in front of the king. Can you imagine the embarrassment?" Leyra grinned and pulled Lyanna out of her armpit. "Must say that I gave Brandon and his pals a pretty beating as breakfast hehe." She ruffled Lyanna's hair. "But I've got plenty of energy and I think some sparring will do us all some good."


@animegirl20

 

[The Hollowed]

Kira looked down to the other dragon in its human form and so he shrunk down to, in his human form he said in the language of the humans "I am Kira king of dragons and you dragon tongue is choppy you know" he said frowning as he kept punching the barrier saying "pesky humans!".


@QuirkyAngel

 

[Soviet Panda]

Gareth sat in his office. He was an Elder, why was he out here leading troops? He had retired nearly three years ago, and gained the final tattoo that marked his status as Elder. But now here he was again, wearing his lion armor and the slightly curved two handed sword at his side. He did not belong leading people, he belonged sitting in a room with the sun shining on him and a good book in his hands. But here he was instead, in a tent out in the middle of nowhere. Slightly cold, eyes straining to read the map on the travel desk thanks to the slightly darker interior of the light, and a cup of tea meant more for keeping him awake then to actually taste good. But he had given his word, so now he was stuck here, reading these scribbles called a map and his back starting to hurt from leaning over.

 

[StoneWolf18]

The physician knocked upon the large door and Aero let him in. Walking over to her bed, he gently shook her awake. Vera groaned as she sat up. As soon as she was, he began looking her over.


When it was done, he nodded and left. Scribbling things on a piece of parchment as he walked, he had a nervous air about him. Looking up, he slowed as he saw the female guards.


@animegirl20 @Duke the Impossible @Zafriah


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[Goaty Love]

Leyra Fylken

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She saw the physician return from the visit to princess Vera's chambers. "How is the princess?" Leyra asked before taking a sip of water. Others would squint their eyes or something when they studied somebody or suspected something but not Leyra. She always kept a straight face which often misled friend and foe. The man seemed nervous and slowed when he saw them standing here. She gave a small subtle nudge to Lia to indicate she suspects something.


@animegirl20 @StoneWolf18

 

[StoneWolf18]

He read his notes once more and sighed "I fear a supernatural may have gotten to the princess. Though too soon to tell, we have to keep watch. Report any strange activity at once" and with that, he left to go report his findings.


@Duke the Impossible


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[Jess Buck]

Elliot came into the tent where Gareth sat, reading the map. She bowed her head in respect.


"Gareth" She said before going to his side and leaning over to read. "So, have you found the safest route to get more food from the castle?" She asked, skimming over the map. Elliot Buchanan was the leader of the rebel army against the Tyrant King. It had been her twin brother, but he was executed by the King almost over a year ago. Elliot could still see the look on her brother's face, hear his screams in her head, feel the tears of her sister-in-law on her shoulder, feel the trembling hands of her small nephew. The King had taken the most important thing to Elliot from her, and she was determined to make him pay for what he had done.


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Jessabelle bustled around her manor as servants and other sorts tried to follow behind. They asked her questions about the estate and what was on the agenda for the day but Jessica was too distracted to listen. She had just gotten a letter from her ex-fiance, after not hearing from him for months. In his letter he spoke of how he had found another woman and he was very happy with her. Jessabelle's heart had fell to the floor. It had been years since she last saw her Xavier, yet she had always thought that maybe, just maybe, when the King was dead, he could come home and they could live happily ever after. But now that dream was put to rest and Jessabelle needed something, anything other than work to focus on.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"It all depends on what castle you are talking about." he said, grateful for an excuse to lean back and crack his back. "Lady Jessabelle is a supporter of our cause. But I don't believe she is chrrently to open about it. If we were to ask for food from her, we have as much chance as being turned away as actually getting any food. She is playing a dangerous game, I think it our best interest to not interfere with it unless asked. But the Lord Edmund. He is an ambitious one. His armsmen could hold off the King's. And his land is large enough that he could simply make more of what ever we ask for, let alone just buy it from somewhere else. His wealth is only leass the the royal treasury, that he had to help with in the first place. Rumor has it he wants to be king. I'd say our best bet to getting any food is to send a carefully worded letter to Lord Edmund for some. If he agrees, we send a small company of pike and archers to escort the caravan to our position." He would miss those foot soldiers. Everyone seemed to think that a glorious charge from the cavalry would settle anything. Well, not if you or the horse you were sitting on had a ten foot piece of metal and wood stuck in them. "Or you possibly mean from the King's Castle itself. That is an impossible task. I'm not going to say it'll be difficult, but possible. No, with what we have now I doubt we would even get close before his witches and warlocks tore us apart. No, Lord Edmund woukd be our best bet." Once he finished speaking, he took a sip of the tea that was still in his hand. A sip was all he took before lowering it and grimacing. That's right, it was only mean to keep him awake.

 

[caramel]

He read his notes once more and sighed "I fear a supernatural may have gotten to the princess. Though too soon to tell, we have to keep watch. Report any strange activity at once" and with that, he left to go report his findings.
@Duke the Impossible


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Aerowen had loosely wrapped her index around Vera's throughout the exam, a small thing they did as children to reassure each other, but when the pyshcian gave his thoughts about her condition, Aero's finger tightened around her's. The fiery eyes girl would not at the man dutifully, her tongue gliding over the tips of her currently flat teeth, " That would be a tragedy if one did so. I shall watch over her very carefully". Aerowen's mind was racing, thinking about all the times that one could have gotten to Vera, all the times that she could have been there to stop it instead of hanging around in the slums.

 

[The Hollowed]

(Restarting ok. ^^)


Kira was in the deepest part of the dungeons far below the ground trapped within a powerful shield me t to hold dragons, but this barrier had many more barriers holding Kira in since he is the king of dragons so Kira kept banging the barriers wall making a thud every time speaking in a tongue that ks of the dragons language "Govey Fin Spaan Uv Kos Ag Naal Dii Yol! (remove the barrier or be burned by my flames!)" he said in a angered voice and roared loudly.

 

[Shadowmancer]

Sunlight filtered through the trees and birds chirped as they fluttered overhead in the early-morning fog. The air was cool and light was still brushing gently over the forest in calm golden streams as Raphir broke the crest of a small hill at the edge of the woods. He breathed in, the crisp morning air filling his lungs and lifting his spirits as he saw the expanding encampment tucked away in a covered, wooded valley. Finally, he had found them.


As Raphir approached the vast group of tents, he was stopped by two large, armed men, rather, one was a man and the other he could not tell if he were more beast than man.


"Halt. Remove your hood and state your business." One bellowed, sword in hand.


Slowly, Raphir removed his hood, his elven ears showing through his dirty blonde hair, his eyes casting a firm gaze. He stood tall and proud as he spoke.


"I wish to speak with your general, Elliot Buchanan." His voice was smooth and dark. "I will not settle for anyone lesser in rank."





The two looked at each other, and upon seeing his resolve escorted him through the camp. Many varying creatures and races were gathered, from imps and vampires to elves and shapeshifters, all in ages from fifteen to seven-hundred and fifteen. Some trained while others bettered their weapons. Raphir's eyes glinted with hope as he followed the guards. At last he was home. At last he found true vigor against the king.





"Wait here." The man waved back as they approached a large, decorative tent. Then, without a word he entered.


"Commander Elliot, Lieutenant Gareth." A voice interrupted their conversation. "Pardon me, but there is an elf here to see you." The guard settled his gaze upon Elliot. "He insisted he speak directly with you."





@Jess Buck @Beowulf

 

[Soviet Panda]

Gareth turned his head enough to see the new comer. "Another one?" he said in a tired voice. "Why do all the elves seem to think themselves higher. And privileged enough to see the commander." As he spoke, he got out of his chair, and placed his hands in the small of his back. "I'll be right out and have a look at him." Walking out, he saw the elf in question. "Well look at you. Aren't you full of piss and vinegar. I hate to break it to you, but the only person you're seeing is me." Walking up to the elf, he looks him over. "Archer Division. Hmm... Does the Second still need some new members to flesh out their ranks?" he said, almost talking to himself.


"Yes sir. The Second Regiment of the Archer Division lost over fifty men in the last engagement." replied one of the guards. "Most of the ranks have been filled, but a few bows still need someone."


"Excellent. Welcome to our little rebellion. You will be reporting to Bornhald, he is the Turren, you know, the cow people. You will be following his orders without question. And you will listen to mine. Now, unless you do something that warrants my attention, we will not be seeing each other for a while. Dismissed."


@Jess Buck @Shadowmancer

 

[Jess Buck]

Elliot walked out of the tent to see the Elf.


"Who is this?" She asked gesturing to the Elf. She crossed her arms and looked him over, walking around him.


((Sorry about the one liner, I don't know what else to write.))

 

[Shadowmancer]

"Another one?" Raphir could hear a deep voice inside, weary yet commanding. "Why do all the elves seem to think themselves higher. And privileged enough to see the commander." His pride stung at the loose words the voice spoke. "I'll be right out and have a look at him."


Suddenly a large, grey-haired man emerged from the tent, towering more with his rank over Raphir than honor. "Well look at you. Aren't you full of piss and vinegar. I hate to break it to you, but the only person you're seeing is me." The man approached him, looking him over flippantly, which stirred Raphir's own pride in offense.


"Archer Division. Hmm... Does the Second still need some new members to flesh out their ranks?"


Raphir's eyes followed the man silently as a sudden growing disdain began to burn at the pit of his stomach. "Yes sir. The Second Regiment of the Archer Division lost over fifty men in the last engagement." replied one of the guards. "Most of the ranks have been filled, but a few bows still need someone."





"Excellent. Welcome to our little rebellion. You will be reporting to Bornhald, he is the Turren, you know, the cow people. You will be following his orders without question. And you will listen to mine. Now, unless you do something that warrants my attention, we will not be seeing each other for a while. Dismissed."


A sudden burning gripped at Raphir's throat as he set his jaw. He was there for much more that to just be recruited.





"If you think I am here for the sole purpose of being thrown into some discard-able rank in reckless zeal, only to be passively mentioned in remembrances as some unnamed archer, then you, sir, are severely mistaken." His eyes were unfaltering as he looked at the battle-hardened man.


"Who is this?" Elliot's voice came abruptly as she exited the tent and looked him over. Her presence was demanding and assured. Raphir's eyes cut to her sharply before he thrust his fist against his chest and bowed his head.


"Commander Elliot." He revered. "My name is Raphir Stonefield. I do not approach in search of mere vengeance, as I'm sure many have come to do." He paused as he glanced at Gareth. "Nor do I need wield a dead man's bow when I have my own."

 

[Jess Buck]

"Then why are you here if not for vengeance. There must be reasoning behind you coming here and risking your life." Elliot said. She finished walking around the Elf and stood him head on. She was quite tall for being a woman, almost about 5 foot 9 inches. Her arms were crossed and she stared the Elf down, trying to read him and see where he would be best in their regiment. That is if he answered this next question right. Elliot didn't just let anyone into this army, fighting is not for everyone and while vengeance does drive most of the soldiers, it can't drive them very far if they aren't made for battle.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"I can probably hazard a guess." Gareth said, never looking away, or even blinking, from thisRaphir. But he did not say anything more. He could almost feel the man's frustration with being so casually placed amongst the ranks. 'He's a prickly one. Going to cause me no end of trouble.' he thought to himself. "But, Commander Elliot, I'm sure your attention is needed elsewhere. The duties of a commander are never finished until the last person tries to stab you." he said out loud, a smile on his face to show it was a joke, even though it could be very painfully true at times.

 

[Shadowmancer]

"Then why are you here if not for vengeance. There must be reasoning behind you coming here and risking your life." Elliot said.


"Could hazard a guess." Gareth retorted, eyeing the elf, who in turn gave him a cutting glance.


"Do not mistake my intentions," Raphir drew his gaze back to Elliot. "I will get my revenge, as will you and this army will settle any debts with the blood of our enemies."


"But, Commander Elliot, I'm sure your attention is needed elsewhere. The duties of a commander are never finished until the last person tries to stab you."


"Which is why," Raphir interjected. "I wanted to speak with you, Commander. A battalion of Jullian's army has been camping a few miles from here." He paused, his golden eyes flicking sternly between them. "They've been sending scouts..."





Raphir lifted his hand as a whispy blue haze began forming around it. "They are about a day's travel out, perhaps longer if we're lucky." Slowly figures solidified in the haze and the image of an army appeared in his hand before the face of a man riddled with scars took shape. "I have been shadowing them in my search for you. This man, Aleistir Graves, is the commander, and like many, is coming for your head." Raphir looked back to Elliot with a shadowed face. "Send scouts if you wish, but there isn't much time."














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[TheJester]

"You know...I feel Like everyone is against me..." He spoke to the man who shaved him. "They don't get it....we all have a role to play even if that means people you love will hate you for it..." The man kept shaving as the Alexanders eyes looked sharply at the man as he shaved him. "You Know what I hate??" The Barber said "Y-yes my lord?" Alexander spoke. "I hate little cuts....they don't hurt as much as a beheading....but they last and they leave big...nasty ..scars..." The trembling barber squired a tear as blood was drawn from Alexanders cheek. "Go get my adviser...I need him... it's time to make a statement..." He thought to get his adviser to rally the people for a public demonstration. He got up and wiped his face and smelled and wiped the blood off. He sat up in his chair shortly after returning to his bed and taking a rest for in wait of his adviser. (NEED YA ) @Archangel

 

[StoneWolf18]

The physician moved through the halls at an increasing speed. Once he arrived near to where he thought the King was being groomed, he knocked and asked "Can I speak with you, my lord. Tis quite important."


@Naruto


Vera returned to laying face down after the physician left. She was feeling miserable, freezing though her skin radiated heat. Head pounding as if it had been kicked by a stubborn mule, body aching as if she had just finished with a day long training session. Damn, it was harsh. Turing so she lay upon her side, Vera asked "I'm guessing you know" her voice strained and hoarse.


@Zafirah

 

[TheJester]

A great sigh was heard within the room of where the king rested. "Speak from the door....I fancy a guard and there isn't one..." My safety is at hand..."


He got up and stood clear of the door. He hid his back against the door ans spoke from the other side with much base in his voice. (Short post for this one sorry)


@StoneWolf18

 

[StoneWolf18]

The shuffling of papers can be heard before he spoke once more. "I fear a supernatural has gotten to Princess Vera, but it's too soon to be sure..." He trailed off, waiting for an answer.


@Naruto


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[TheJester]

"Wait!" He scorched the air with his voice...The door qcreaked open and a candle lit. "Come at once..." He spoke. He was seen on the bed with his candle and laughed "My adviser? " He spoke in the dark not seeing the man/woman clearly."Come in...and repeat what you you said....." He said laid out on the bed. "Come take a seat". He smiled as the candles where lit one after another in the dark room.


@StoneWolf18

 

[caramel]

Aerowen didn't answer Vera verbally but gave her a small smile, her fangs glinting in the harsh light. They quickly retracted a second later, Aero had them for less then a week and she still wasn't used to them. Her slim brown hands, full of unladylike calluses from her love of fighting, went out to grasp Dysis's and gave it a reassuring squeeze before slipping away. " It shall get worst...but once it is done, you won't feel anything".