Thanks Kanye, Very cool. It's been corrected. And I'm now using a different image. If you'd at ever like to reapply. Don't hesitate to do so.
RiDaku™ is an honorable man! Glory to the Kingdom of
Misthalin
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What all do I need to apply? My current character isn't really much of a knight, but he has an overwhelming sense of justice and tries to follow Armadyl's teachings as well as he can in hopes to redeem his bloodline. Right now he just goes town to town and helps those in need, but if given a good enough reason he'll settle down and call someplace home.
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Beginning of Story
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The Rebellion
By Sapientis de Lumine
27th of Pentumber, Year 7 of the Sixth Age
The Witch Queen Agatha had taken control of Misthalin through a combination of charms, feminine and spell alike. Her tyranny was evident from her first step in to the sunlight, calling for the public execution of innocent civilians and casting a fog upon the city of Varrock that inspired lethargy in the strong and bent the will of the weak. Agatha's cruel ploy stretched throughout the castle and ensnared the will of our kingsguard, our knights and our warriors, their oaths perverted and turned to the tyrant queen instead of the safety of our King. He fell ill, placed under a hex and fed poison to keep him docile. A mind that they failed to warp was mine, and busy it was when this all began. I had a choice, to either fight alone or seek allies in the outer duchies. As it were, I wound up fighting alone either way.
The Duchess of Edgeville, wretched be her name, saw opportunity in the chaos. As Zamorakian as they come, she sought her own strength and damned be the people who suffered. She disconnected herself from her people and began enlisting mercenaries and treasonous civilians, fetching outside help under the false pretense of rescuing King James with her true goal being the throne. Her actions were clandestine, kept so far under the radar that I only learned of them upon visiting Duchess Ines Voux-Iowerth by her plea via letter. We spoke of many things, and one of which was the invitation she recieved from this traitorous Duchess with an invitation to join the rebellion, and a promise that Ines' land would be kept safe in the transition of power. The truth of these words shone clear despite the shadows they cast, and we knew what we were facing.
Respecting the privacy of our conversation, all I may write is what Ines asked of me. That I take the information she's recieved regarding the rebel faction and strike them down. As Hand of the King, my duty is to his people and those that seek to oust him are his people not. For King James and for Ines, I took up my bladestaff and I donned my ancient battle-robes, and set the city watch on high alert for any gathering of armed forces.
It was on the 27th of Pentumber, the day that I write this, that they marched east of Draynor Manor and sought to capture the bridge leading beside the Champions' Guild and to Varrock. With Agatha's firm grasp over the city, I could not raise the alarm nor ask for help from those loyal to James. Instead I brought a lone Iowerth Deathguard granted to me by Duchess Ines, and I outfitted them in some of my finest adamant that would fit them. A touch too large, but last-minute is last-minute and it's an issue that mattered little. In preparation for this battle, I removed my arcane inhibitor and felt the true strength of my magic course through my body, the sudden rush like adrenaline that threatened to tear me apart. I fought it down and focused it, the wealth of energy channelled in to the jewels upon my brow, and I entered the battle with an earth spell prepared. It was a fight I planned to make short work of, for Agatha was next, and her tyranny must be stopped.
I met the rebels on the bridge, we each stepped upon it and the rebel leader called to me, attempted to invoke my loyalty to the crown as a reason to revolt against it. Such illogical words may work on a greedy mind as her own, but mine remains clear as a calm spring, what lurks below the surface ready to breach. My response was not with words, but a firm slam of my staff upon the bridge, my prepared magic seeping through my staff and rushing across the stone causing great cracks within it.
The Sicarius
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They think they are "the many", and I "the few". They think this gives them the right to walk over me.
The glimmering cyan light was no subtle thing, and the traitors knew what was to come. They scrambled from the bridge just as it broke, my earth surge causing the great boulders that broke away to rise into the air, twirling as they shaped to spikes and flung at the rebel force with great speed. Only the golem the rebel leader brought and the leader herself survived the assault, her mercenaries shredded in to uneven chunks that fell into the river. As the Traitor looked on in awe, and the Golem prepared a spell, I palmed a wealth of water runes and let them crumble to dust in my hand as I drained their energy, a ploy that the Traitor seemed to agree with. Together we gathered our respective energies, and as I and my Deathguard stepped back, the Traitor sent the river's water up to try and swallow my companion into its depths. I contested this with my own spell and through the brief struggle for power, my skill was tested against the power of her artifact, and my skill won out. The river's water served as a barrier against the fireballs the Golem launched, and following this, we both began to prepare another spell.
The Golem had other plans, and launched itself the distance between us, clearing the large river with a tremendous leap. The oversized helm I gifted the Deathguard with served to be her undoing and she was trampled by its landing. In this time I was forced to fight the golem as the Traitor attempted to find her own way across. I was alone, and would be for the forseeable future. The Golem was familiar to one that had once plagued Falador, tall and imposing in crimson armor, and so I attempted to exploit its weakness. Weaving around its many maul swings, I plunged the spear of my bladestaff in to its chest, sinking through the armor and meeting naught but stone beneath.
The Sicarius
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They think they are "the many", and I "the few". They think this gives them the right to walk over me.
My weapon stuck, I was forced to unleash my gathered magic through my staff in to the golem, not as a spell but as a gift. A gift that began to overload its Animate Rock enchantment, which the Golem realized and attempted to trap me in its grasp so that I might be trapped in its explosion. I continued to force my magic and, when it ran out, my life's essence in to this golem until it reached what could be considered critical mass and, as it nearly erupted, I stole it back. The sudden lack of energy powering it resulted in it shutting down, and my body was filled with a dangerous amount of magic, past what I had felt when I removed my inhibitor. I let the creature drop motionless to the ground and turned to confront the Traitor just as she crossed the river, her possible offensive opportunity stolen by the time she had to take to part the waters for her crossing.
On this day I nearly died for you, Varrock. My husk was almost cast into the depths of Pandemonium and my soul lifted to Hallow. On this day, the Traitor died against you, struck down by the great bolt of lightning that Saradomin's might gifted me, smiting the one who sought to destroy your homes and sow the seeds of chaos in to our lives. On this day I was forced to kill a Misthalinian, the life of one for the safety of many.
On this day, I prepare to confront Agatha.
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End of Story
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Hey there! So, in the wake of Misthalin's two major joint-plots, the rebellion and the witch coven, shifting over to the other canon, we were left with a decision. We either entirely void everything that had gone on and leave the entire kingdom floating in uncertainty as we figure out where to go next, or we write up an outroduction for both plots in a way that is fair and forgiving for all parties. This is the first of two stories that I've written with the latter option in mind.
All characters that would have been negatively affected have been replaced by stand-ins, such as "Traitor" being the rebel leader instead of Karma.
Furthermore, this is written from an IC perspective, meaning that while the general narrative is the official one being taken by Misthalin, it's primarily and predominantly
one character's reports on the matter.
This was the easier of the two to write, and I'm in the process of the other one. This one was easier because the roleplay had already mostly happened before the issues bubbled over, meaning I could make a lot of inferences and take points here and there, while adjusting them where needed.
This
is not
a slight against any roleplayers or other parties that were involved during the RP this is based on. This is simply an outro and an explanation as to what happened to the Rebellion and, later, the Witch Queen plotlines that gripped Misthalin up until the split that saw both leave to the other one.
When the Witch Queen outro is written, things can progress smoothly and comfortably. Hopefully Lylandrea will provide input on certain things that help me write the WQ story, but if not, that's okay too.
The Sicarius
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They think they are "the many", and I "the few". They think this gives them the right to walk over me.