Bettisia
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Post by Bettisia on Apr 30, 2019 19:54:05 GMT
Well Cod's Wallop! That disintegrated quickly. Guess waiting is no longer an option, thought Daan.
She runs her hands lightly over her body armor, blows a strange whistle which had been hanging from her girdle, and removes several exploding shrapnel balls. After tossing them into the threatening rioters, she then takes her crossbow and starts eliminating the remaining threat.
Now to hold on until others can arrive.
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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 20:07:44 GMT
Marcella was in more terror than she thought was possible. She didnt even flinch as her minister pissed all over her face, nor was she any longer in fear of Sir Garrettes deformed face which was pressed against hers. She was about to die and it haunted her.
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Post by lemmingtopias on Apr 30, 2019 21:51:24 GMT
Marcella was in more terror than she thought was possible. She didnt even flinch as her minister pissed all over her face, nor was she any longer in fear of Sir Garrettes deformed face which was pressed against hers. She was about to die and it haunted her. Light suddenly penetrated through the shield wall. The quick thinking of Daan had given the survivors just long enough to live. They only saw glimpses, of horses knocking over the treacherous guards like dominoes. The shield wall closed again and darkness fell. They heard the whinnies of injured horses. Light once again snuck through, and the survivors of the massacre saw a guards head crushed into blood and bone under hoof. There was no time for an honourable battle, they had only seconds to save those behind the shields. The only option for these horsemen was a suicide mission. It only took seconds to crush the guards, but the price was heavy. The horses had no time to stop. They smashed, one after another into the stone wall of the throne room. The first among the horses exploded under the force of those behind, and the heroes of the Red Throne Massacre were either slammed into the wall for a quick death, or crushed between the others. By the end, they were nothing more than a pool of bloody goo and crushed bone. Six horsemen survived. One climbed down from his horse. He wore a white suit of armour with a gold cloak. He took off his helmet to reveal himself. It was Dion of Koros, high priest, and those who valiantly died under his command were the warrior priests of the Great Temple. Dion put out his hand to the Queen to help her up. "You are safe now child."
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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 22:18:15 GMT
Marcella was in more terror than she thought was possible. She didnt even flinch as her minister pissed all over her face, nor was she any longer in fear of Sir Garrettes deformed face which was pressed against hers. She was about to die and it haunted her. Light suddenly penetrated through the shield wall. The quick thinking of Daan had given the survivors just long enough to live. They only saw glimpses, of horses knocking over the treacherous guards like dominoes. The shield wall closed again and darkness fell. They heard the whinnies of injured horses. Light once again snuck through, and the survivors of the massacre saw a guards head crushed into blood and bone under hoof. There was no time for an honourable battle, they had only seconds to save those behind the shields. The only option for these horsemen was a suicide mission. It only took seconds to crush the guards, but the price was heavy. The horses had no time to stop. They smashed, one after another into the stone wall of the throne room. The first among the horses exploded under the force of those behind, and the heroes of the Red Throne Massacre were either slammed into the wall for a quick death, or crushed between the others. By the end, they were nothing more than a pool of bloody goo and crushed bone. Six horsemen survived. One climbed down from his horse. He wore a white suit of armour with a gold cloak. He took off his helmet to reveal himself. It was Dion of Koros, high priest, and those who valiantly died under his command were the warrior priests of the Great Temple. Dion put out his hand to the Queen to help her up. "You are safe now child." Marcella had no words. She simply wrapped her arms around Dion and sobbed uncontrollably, her tears falling down his armour.
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Post by lemmingtopias on Apr 30, 2019 22:53:12 GMT
Light suddenly penetrated through the shield wall. The quick thinking of Daan had given the survivors just long enough to live. They only saw glimpses, of horses knocking over the treacherous guards like dominoes. The shield wall closed again and darkness fell. They heard the whinnies of injured horses. Light once again snuck through, and the survivors of the massacre saw a guards head crushed into blood and bone under hoof. There was no time for an honourable battle, they had only seconds to save those behind the shields. The only option for these horsemen was a suicide mission. It only took seconds to crush the guards, but the price was heavy. The horses had no time to stop. They smashed, one after another into the stone wall of the throne room. The first among the horses exploded under the force of those behind, and the heroes of the Red Throne Massacre were either slammed into the wall for a quick death, or crushed between the others. By the end, they were nothing more than a pool of bloody goo and crushed bone. Six horsemen survived. One climbed down from his horse. He wore a white suit of armour with a gold cloak. He took off his helmet to reveal himself. It was Dion of Koros, high priest, and those who valiantly died under his command were the warrior priests of the Great Temple. Dion put out his hand to the Queen to help her up. "You are safe now child." Marcella had no words. She simply wrapped her arms around Dion and sobbed uncontrollably, her tears falling down his armour. Dion picked her up carried her outside, leading the other survivors out. In the courtyard, other warrior priests were slaughtering common folk who had been rioting in support of the Bank. Dion looked down at a dead boy who couldn't of been more than fourteen. In his open hand was a gold coin. Most lowborn would work their entire lives and not earn the value of that coin. All the rioters had them, gold coins littered the floor. In the distance, a recognisable face was picking these coins up. It was the Bank's emmissary that had tried to assassinate Marcella. Dion pointed at him and one of the priests picked up his javelin and gave quick death to the scumbag emmissary. "Where should we go?" The only exit had another angry mob approaching it, this one too large for what remained of the warrior priests to put down.
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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 23:06:42 GMT
Marcella had no words. She simply wrapped her arms around Dion and sobbed uncontrollably, her tears falling down his armour. Dion picked her up carried her outside, leading the other survivors out. In the courtyard, other warrior priests were slaughtering common folk who had been rioting in support of the Bank. Dion looked down at a dead boy who couldn't of been more than fourteen. In his open hand was a gold coin. Most lowborn would work their entire lives and not earn the value of that coin. All the rioters had them, gold coins littered the floor. In the distance, a recognisable face was picking these coins up. It was the Bank's emmissary that had tried to assassinate Marcella. Dion pointed at him and one of the priests picked up his javelin and gave quick death to the scumbag emmissary. "Where should we go?" The only exit had another angry mob approaching it, this one too large for what remained of the warrior priests to put down. On seeing the emmissary picking up the coins, Marcella echoed the words of the Lord Chancellor before fainting in Dion's arms. "Every coin finds it's way home"
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Bettisia
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Post by Bettisia on Apr 30, 2019 23:39:38 GMT
While glad that it appears Marcella and Dion may be well on the way to forming a formal alliance, Daan was tired, irritated on others stupidity, and worse of all low on bolts for her crossbow. Well if the approved exit is blocked, where would they like a new one?
There! That condemned warehouse would be perfect. She calls over some of the few remaining knights as well as Jonah. She handed out more of the exploding balls, and the men quickly blasted a path through the warehouse for everyone to escape.
As everyone slowly trudged away from the palace, she threw a smoke canister, like she used when she left the fruit basket, to hide their exit.
With a chuckle of whimsy, Daan wondered if anyone had enjoyed the fruit.
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Post by lemmingtopias on Apr 30, 2019 23:58:35 GMT
Dion eyed Daan suspiciously. What magic was this? He was hardly in a position to complain, though, and carried Marcella through.
The priests, however, didnt follow.
"They wont be fooled for long, your Holiness" a priest exclaimed to the Dion. We will hold them back and buy you time.
Dion grabbed his shoulder and bowed his head so it touched his priest's.
"I will see you in Hades, brothers. All those you have killed here today will be waiting for you on the river styx, they'll say 'welcome brothers' and they will honour you as you will honour them. And for your valour today, they will lead you along the road to a sandy beach. There a boat will wait for you, to take you to the Islands of the blessed where you will live forever without tears of sorrow."
Dion turned and joined the others in escape, while the priests readied themselves to face the angry mob, each one ready to die.
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Bettisia
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Post by Bettisia on May 2, 2019 11:15:18 GMT
Back in her alchemic lab, Daan reflected on the loss of life and killing of futures she had encountered. Though saddened and disheartened, she saluted the Gods with a glass of wine and began restocking her supplies for the morrow. Because while she was happy to do the will of the Gods, and wished to save as many lives as possible, if they had to die- they were going out with style!
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Post by lemmingtopias on May 8, 2019 18:30:49 GMT
On the roof of the warehouse, the remaining party sat and watched the City burn. The various conflicts around the Palace and on the streeta had drawn to an end and firefighters were putting out fires while medics and priests tended to the wounded and dying.
The City Guard, now under the firm control of the Bank, were securing the City.
"What would you have us do, your Majesty?"
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Post by Felvor on May 8, 2019 21:46:06 GMT
"Looks like I was late to the party" Bruce said to himself as he looked upon the sheer amount of dead bodies in the Throne Room. "I wonder if the girl Queen survived."
Bruce approached the Throne, he carressed it's arms and, after just a moment's hesitation, sat upon it and lit a cigarette.
"I suppose this is treason" he thought to himself, "but how else am I going to get the Crown?"
After some minutes contemplating, he stood up and left the room. He had to pay his respects to the Chancellor of the Bank.
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Post by janellerose on May 9, 2019 3:29:23 GMT
Lady Janelle and her guardsmen followed the Queen out to safety. Jonah Keeping a protective arm around his lady shook his head "Senseless killing over what? Pride? the fool should have bent the knee to her majesty." Janelle nods lightly with humor and spoke softly. "Send a few of our better spies to gather information of the Bank and it doing." She nods and moves forward Quickly to her Queen.
" Your majesty, I offer my house and all its lands to you as a place of respite and hiding to heal. My guardsmen are strong an loyal men of the North. Tis a Long journey but a safe option if you need it." Janelle speaks softly to her young Queen worried for her health, mental and physical. She quietly waits for her response and looks toward Jonah as he issues out orders to the small squadron of me he had with him. All of them had been in the outside court yard and had thankfully been spared from harm and were able to safely join with their Lady and Queen.
Jonah walked forward and spoke to Janelle "Lady Janelle. our horses and carriages that we had with us are all still waiting on use at the stables we boarded them at. We can retrieve them and use them to get home, if her Majesty is willing to go to the North. If not we are all willing to go where she deems it safe." Janelle nods her head at Jonah and gave him a grateful smile.
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Post by adreamersworld on May 9, 2019 6:41:37 GMT
On the roof of the warehouse, the remaining party sat and watched the City burn. The various conflicts around the Palace and on the streeta had drawn to an end and firefighters were putting out fires while medics and priests tended to the wounded and dying. The City Guard, now under the firm control of the Bank, were securing the City. "What would you have us do, your Majesty?" I suppose we should return to the Palace. Thank-you, Dion, for everything you and your valiat priests have done. Their sacrifice will be remembered and honoured. They are heroes of Atlantis.
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Post by adreamersworld on May 9, 2019 6:44:13 GMT
Lady Janelle and her guardsmen followed the Queen out to safety. Jonah Keeping a protective arm around his lady shook his head "Senseless killing over what? Pride? the fool should have bent the knee to her majesty." Janelle nods lightly with humor and spoke softly. "Send a few of our better spies to gather information of the Bank and it doing." She nods and moves forward Quickly to her Queen. " Your majesty, I offer my house and all its lands to you as a place of respite and hiding to heal. My guardsmen are strong an loyal men of the North. Tis a Long journey but a safe option if you need it." Janelle speaks softly to her young Queen worried for her health, mental and physical. She quietly waits for her response and looks toward Jonah as he issues out orders to the small squadron of me he had with him. All of them had been in the outside court yard and had thankfully been spared from harm and were able to safely join with their Lady and Queen. Jonah walked forward and spoke to Janelle "Lady Janelle. our horses and carriages that we had with us are all still waiting on use at the stables we boarded them at. We can retrieve them and use them to get home, if her Majesty is willing to go to the North. If not we are all willing to go where she deems it safe." Janelle nods her head at Jonah and gave him a grateful smile. "Thank-you to you both for everything you have done. I will not forget your support and your loyalty. I will remain here in the City and return to the Palace. I will not abandon the city. The Bank may have taken control of the City Guards, but we retain the loyalty of the armies. The Chancellor has won this round, but we will prevail." Later that evening, Marcella returned to the Throne Room. The bodies had been cleared away and the blood and gore scrubbed from the floors and walls, but there were stubborn stains of blood on the throne itself. They will serve as a reminder of what happened here today. Marcella sat down upon the throne and surveyed the empty Throne Room.
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Post by Felvor on May 9, 2019 7:23:00 GMT
Lady Janelle and her guardsmen followed the Queen out to safety. Jonah Keeping a protective arm around his lady shook his head "Senseless killing over what? Pride? the fool should have bent the knee to her majesty." Janelle nods lightly with humor and spoke softly. "Send a few of our better spies to gather information of the Bank and it doing." She nods and moves forward Quickly to her Queen. " Your majesty, I offer my house and all its lands to you as a place of respite and hiding to heal. My guardsmen are strong an loyal men of the North. Tis a Long journey but a safe option if you need it." Janelle speaks softly to her young Queen worried for her health, mental and physical. She quietly waits for her response and looks toward Jonah as he issues out orders to the small squadron of me he had with him. All of them had been in the outside court yard and had thankfully been spared from harm and were able to safely join with their Lady and Queen. Jonah walked forward and spoke to Janelle "Lady Janelle. our horses and carriages that we had with us are all still waiting on use at the stables we boarded them at. We can retrieve them and use them to get home, if her Majesty is willing to go to the North. If not we are all willing to go where she deems it safe." Janelle nods her head at Jonah and gave him a grateful smile. "Thank-you to you both for everything you have done. I will not forget your support and your loyalty. I will remain here in the City and return to the Palace. I will not abandon the city. The Bank may have taken control of the City Guards, but we retain the loyalty of the armies. The Chancellor has won this round, but we will prevail." Later that evening, Marcella returned to the Throne Room. The bodies had been cleared away and the blood and gore scrubbed from the floors and walls, but there were stubborn stains of blood on the throne itself. They will serve as a reminder of what happened here today. Marcella sat down upon the throne and surveyed the empty Throne Room. Bruce returned to the Throne Room, relieved that it was no lobger a bloody pile of corpses. He approached the Throne and lowered his head in a courteous bow before kneeling. "My Queen, I bend the knee to you. And I come with a warning. There are republicans abroad who will stop at nothing to take that carry off your throne into the streets burn it, probably with you still sitting upon it." Bruce stood up and drew his sword. "Allow me to be your instrument against these traitors. Myself and my men will root out threats to the Crown, if you will allow me to serve you." Bruce backed away from the Throne, return his sword and sat on a pew in the front row.
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