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Chapter seven: Valtir
His cell was warm, almost hot, it was wet too, a puddle was forming in the middle of it where the ground came to its lowest point. The guards had taken him a day ago, they said he was to be executed on the morrow after the guard's body had been disposed of. (Gods be good) he kept thinking, weeping a little now and then. They took him in for murdering a guard with a rock, and stealing his sword but Valtir had no clue what they were talking about. His sword was from Ornica, forged new when he was given his knighthood. The leader, Yorlede said he'd be executed anyway for deserting, Yorlede knew he was a knight, Yorlede had squired for him not a year ago, but before Valtir left for Ysmora he knighted him.
The chains chaffed his wrists, they were too tight for him. When he had asked his cell guard for water he replied by saying "You got water, right there on the floor." and laughing. Though when he had to sit in the miserable humidity of the cell all night, unable to lye down and sleep, his mouth felt like it was full of cotton, so he drank from his little puddle. Some time during the night, maybe day, he couldn't tell inside the cell, Some knight came waltzing into the room saying "We've been forced to put off your execution Sir. Lord Roham's son is visiting the Lorik to check on the garrisons. You got three more days." He left before Valtir could say anything.
(Three more days...) He didn't know if he could handle three more days. The humidity, his utter fear, and his lack of food and water made it unbearable. A day later he tried to kill himself, He thought it better to die here than to be killed in front of the whole village by the hands of these monsters, but he couldn't bear to do it, the only way would have been to strangle himself with his chains. He couldn't handle that either.

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On the last day before he was to be executed he heard noises outside, His guard went to check and came back a moment later. "Looks like your friends have come to rescue you lad. 'Fraid I cant let that happen." He opened the gate. (Friends?) Valtir remembered thinking. The guard entered the cell, the torch in the corner was the only light to help Valtir see him. (Now is my chance...) He thought, but the closer the guard got the faster his heart beat, and the more terrified he grew.
The guard was standing just over him now, once the guard knelt down with that dagger in his hand it would be all over. But Suddenly, out of nowhere Valtir realized what he was doing, what was about to happen, and that he could stop it. Just before the guard knelt Valtir delivered a kick to his knee, He saw the guards leg bend a funny way and then he fell down with a yell. Valtir kicked the dagger away from the guard off into the darkness and delivered another kick to the guards head, not doing much damage but still hurting him.
The guard rolled over in pain and Valtir noticed that the dagger wasn't actually that far away, He put his foot on it and slid it closer to him, then he picked it up in his hands and concealed it. When the guard turned back over and got onto his good knee he pulled out another, less expertly made dagger. He swore as he limped closer on his hands and knee, keeping a good eye on Valtir to ensure he didn't play any tricks. When the guard got close and lifted his dagger to stab him... Valtir didn't even think about it, and he didn't realize he did it until he saw his dagger skewering the mans throat with his own hands clutching the blade.
The guards limp body fell onto his own, and he reached around the mans back grabbing the key to his irons. Once they were unlocked he stood up observed what he'd done. (I've killed men before. I've been in battles. I'm a knight.) he tried telling himself but whatever he thought, it still felt wrong.

24-Jun-2012 01:09:23

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He stepped over the body, blood was all over his bare chest. When he got out of the cell he looked for the armory, (Thats where they'll have my things.) he thought. When he found the armory it was empty of guards, and the noises outside had grown louder. He found his own gear in a pile in the corner. He slid on his chainmail shirt and his plate mail vest, along with his chainmail leggings and plate boots and gloves. His sword was indistinguishable from the others so he just took one.
When he got outside there were fires burning, pools of blood everywhere and some severed limbs near limp corpses. And all around him fighting occurred, The guards were being overwhelmed by average citizens, though most had swords and a bit of armor. His only thought was (Aveline.) so he rushed to find her. His cowardice in battle seemed to leave him as he ran looking for the woman he'd come to care for.
He didn't feel his heart pounding, nor the ache the armor normally created in his back. All he felt this time was the steel in his hand. The awkward heat of the day didn't bother him either, he just felt... Alive. He hacked and slashed, He remembered severing a guards arm, and punching one in the nose making him fall, then impaling him. By the time he reached Bert's house, he was spattered with blood and dust. And his longsword looked as though it had been made of some otherworldly red steel.
The door had been splintered open and a little trail of blood led inside but it was totally quiet passed the door. He barged in and yelled, "Aveline!, Bert!, Ned!" but it was all to no avail. It wasn't until he reached the cellar door that he found Ned's lifeless corpse at the entrance. He descended the steps hastily and found Bert and Aveline at the bottom, well alive. But Aveline held a shortsword, caked with dry blood, and in front of her, the limp body of some knight he didn't know.
"Ave..." He said grimly, and she just began to weep.

24-Jun-2012 01:22:27

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Chapter eight: Robyk
The rebels had lost a lot of men, Out of the hundred that came only sixty or so remained, The guards would have done for a lot more of them had they not used the element of surprise. But now the battle was won and the prisoners were being brought to the middle of town for judgement. Rob, Raylov, and Oryn were the the members of the council who would be judging the men. Three men in broken silver plate mail were being paraded down the street with bags over their heads. Rob could tell that they were all bloody, one of them looked like he was already half dead from the way he was staggering forward.
Rob could smell death already filling the air, the sickening sweet smell of someones soulless corpse was almost a victory in itself to him, it reminded him that he had killed rather then been killed. Robyk had been wearing boiled leather with steel studs on welded on, a tattered old red cloak and hood, Green cloth pants and some knee high leather boots with shin-guards on them, he felt sweltering in this awkward heat, he could only imagine how Raylov and Oryn felt.
After what felt like an eternity the guardsmen were in front of them, hands bound with hempen rope, they were all shoved down to their knees, and the bags removed from their faces. (All I do here, I do for love.) He reminded himself knowing the other two men would sentence these men to die. "I present to you" the rebel who had been leading the guards said, "Sir Kevin, Guardsmen Derek, and Sir Yorlede, captain of the guard." He finished. "Read their crimes, Sir." Raylov said in the tone of command he had adopted.
"Derek is accused of the murder of innocent civilians, and the pillaging of civilian homes during the raid. Kevin is accused of brutality to rival Zamorak toward our men he had taken prisoner, as well as the capture and attempted execution of Sir Valtir, a veteran of the battle of Ysmora. And Sir Yorlede.."

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He began, but was interrupted by another man clad in bloody silver, "Murder, Cruelty, falsely accusing ME of murder, and forcing himself upon the lovely Aveline Firensin of Ornica." A man walked up, silver plate caked with blood, a sword in hand. His hair, and eyes were familiar, coal black hair and bright green eyes, but this man had a scar along the side of his head and was missing half an ear on his left side. "Rob, this man deserves worse than we can offer him." the man said. "Valtir!" Robyk said shocked to find him alive. "You're alive? How?" Valtir sheathed his blade. "That is a tale for another time. You were always the wise one Rob, now show that wisdom in punishing this man." Valtir said, it seemed a command.
Raylov and Oryn looked at him as if they wanted nothing more than to hear his answer. "Yorlede lives. If you others will join our cause then I saw welcome. Raylov and Oryn you decide what to do with the others but Yorlede is coming with me." Rob stepped up to Yorled and reached under his arm yanking him up. "Valtir, take me to Ave." Rob said, dragging Yorlede with him as he followed Valtir.
They came to Bert, Rob's father's home, and Valtir pushed open the broken splintered door. Aveline was sitting in the kitchen with blood on her gown and her hair tangled. "Ave..." Rob said, Aveline jumped at the sound of his voice and when she saw him, all the knights in the world couldn't stop her from embracing him, and kissing him. Yorlede had fallen back to his knees, unable to support his weight alone at the moment. "Hush Ave, say nothing, only nod. Is he the one?" Aveline looked at Yorlede and shook her head.
Rob looked to Valtir. "He's not the one then." He turned back to Aveline. "I will be back tonight my sweet. Look forward to it." He said picking Yorlede back up. As they walked out, Rob noticed Valtir following him. "You're lucky you're valuable." He told Yorlede.

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Yorlede laughed. "Rob, I believe Valtir called you?" Yorlede said, half a statement half a question. "I say to hell with your 'I'm valuable' nonsense. I think you will find me more trouble than I'm worth, better to do for me right now." Yorlede said. "Ohh, I think not." Valtir said. "You're going to share a cell with one of those guardsmen you had watching me. I don't think you'll find him to be good company though." Valtir gave a chuckle, he has apparantly done some growing up, he was no longer this cowardly knight that had reaped off the success of Ivon and Rob himself. The only reason he had been chosen for Ivon's task force was because of Rob's good word, though now it would seem Valtir was truly worthy of the honor.
They through Yorlede's bloody armor in the armory and Yorlede himself without clothing into the humid, dank cell that was once Valtir's. Valtir put the Irons on him, and from the look of it fairly tight. (Valtir has changed...) Before, Valtir would have even forgotten to put the cuffs on the man. Rob himself was impartial to whether or not Yorlede lived now, it just seemed like he MAY turn some profit for the rebellion, It was all too clear that for the first time in his life Valtir actually WANTED a man to die.
When finally the end of the day had come, Kevin and the other guard were executed, their heads decorated the village entrance covered in tar to slow the rot. The village had declared for the rebellion and for Merlon's cause. Valtir himself asked to pledge himself to Rob, "I do not know these men, but I know you Rob. I trust you, and if I may, I would like to be YOUR man, not this 'Merlon's." He had said. Rob had accepted, he did not know how to decline such an offer, or how to accept for that matter so he just nodded. Valtir offered his sword and knelt, Robyk had re-knighted him, as was his new-found right as a knight, and given back the sword. Valtir had happily sworn him fealty, and Robyk was glad to have the new Valtir next to him.

24-Jun-2012 07:29:31

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When finally the time came, Rob could not wait to see Aveline. He rushed back to his fathers home, ignoring the knighthoods going on and the clamor of the village. When he made it inside, Aveline was waiting just beyond the door, dressed in nothing but her skin. "Bert's out tending to the wounded." She said. "It's just us." She walked closer to him, wrapped her smooth arms around him and kissed him, he had missed her so...
They spent that night together, When they were done Rob was worn out, sweating and sore. Aveline was clearly pleased as well, she fell asleep with a smile on her face and her head on his chest, he had longed for that part, having her lay her head on him made him feel warm, comfortable, and untouchable to the terrors of the world. He lye awake for some time that night, stroking her hair as he had done before leaving Ornica, loving her more than he ever had. (She makes this worth while. When it's over, her... Our child... Will grow up in a free world, with her free to love him, and me free to father him as we please.) He thought happily.
They would be staying in 'The Lorik' for a time, until the other villages were liberated and Merlon and the other rebels could re-group and form a plan of action. That was good, every time Rob was re-united with Aveline he was torn away from her again. This time he would stay with her. He then found himself wondering about whether or not Yorlede would turn a profit, all the gems and gold he'd taken from Ysmora had been sunk into buying arms and armor, and food for the rebels. They needed all the money they could get.
The next day Valtir approached Rob, offering him the sword taken from Yorlede, the sword of Guyard Valten. "You take it, you are the warrior after all." Rob had replied, and Valtir accepted the blade happily. All the towns affairs had been settled and they need only wait for word from Merlon now, soon the Lorik would be theirs.

24-Jun-2012 07:43:54

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Chapter nine: Irve
The sky was black, a little wisp of orange cut across the eastern horizon, Filling the eastern sky with a pale blue misty look. The heat bit deeper than the cold had in the mountains. The heavy plate he wore felt cumbersome, and Merlon was making him lead the van in the first rush. Irve was charging, He had a hand and a half sword unsheathed, with sixty of the hundred men they had brought with them at his back. Battle cries echoed through the air, reflecting vibrations off the huge oaks. The town guards had formed a line of defense, ten men in a row, and five rows, they all stood in neat columns at the entrance to the town, this town was the one that had a wooden palisade but no actual gate, so they lined up where a gate SHOULD have been.
Irve lifted his sword in the air, diagonal on his right side, both hands gripping it, when he was eight yards or so away. When the clash occurred Irve and his men his the defenders like stones flung from a catapult. Merlon and his twenty men were scaling the palisade to the left, Ullry and his twenty were scaling it to the right. Irve was cutting through the rows like paper, His blood was on fire, his heart pounding so fast it was almost as if it wasn't pounding at all. (Fast and strong) he told himself as he delivered blow after brutal blow.
Luckily his men were doing the same as he, they cut through three of the columns, in the fourth a spear went flying past Irve's neck, it barely grazed it, but when the wielder retracted his arm the spear slid across Irve's mouth, cutting his cheek. Irve killed that one next. Finally the rows were gone, Fifty men cut down. This town was heavily garrisoned though, at least a hundred more waited inside and Irve had taken ten or so casualties.
He ordered his men to rush the city square and offered a purse of a hundred gold to the man who cut down the captain of the guard.

24-Jun-2012 07:58:05

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Irve hated putting a price on a mans life, but that was how to get your men to fight. War had always been a duty in his eyes, not a sport like Borthi or Raylov saw it. Though when he made his kill's he tried to find some joy in it. He even played a little game with himself, He tried to see how many kills he could get without missing a blow, or having one parried, then he may try to see how many quick, clean cuts he could make, or maybe he would see how many men in a row he could impale before slashing at one. It made the battles seem less unbearable, it was just his coping mechanism, after the battles were different, he always had to find the nearest altar and pray.
He saw citizens holding pitchforks charging at guards as well, but only one in ten of them actually struck a guard, fewer killed one, more often they would be skewered by a spear or longsword and fall. Irve himself didn't like rushing, he found the best way to win was to simply kill them off, so he found the place where the fighting was thickest and stood idle, cutting down any enemy that came within reach. He was feeling the heat now though, he didn't play his games, he didn't even pay attention, he just killed. He remembered bits and pieces, like swiping his blade through a man from shoulder to waste and seeing the halves of the mans body fall apart, and somehow ending up on the ground jabbing a mans eyes out, jelly like goo pulsating out of the eye sockets before he died. And finally reclaiming his sword from the dirt and continuing the fighting.
He saw two of his men falling for every guard that died, (This battle is going south) he told himself, "Keep up the pressure! Advance men!" He yelled trying to boost morale. But when Merlon regrouped saying the others had been eliminated Irve knew the battle would be lost. Merlon and Irve were knights though, they would fight to the death even if their whole army routed. And so they did.

24-Jun-2012 08:07:53

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They still had a good seventy or sixty men, The enemies couldn't have much more, perhaps eighty at best. Merlon shouted commands at his soldiers to advance, Irve did the same. Soon they reached the town square. The guards were actually beginning to route, some at least. Irve kept fighting, (There is a chance now, we have them scared) he thought. He blocked blows on all sides, cutting down the enemy, man by man, but he also lost his soldiers man by man by man. He heard Merlon shouting commands, then suddenly he was silent, When Irve looked over to him he was on the ground with a barrage of arrows jutting through his chest.
Irve knew he had to keep fighting though. He saw the captain, the red ridge on his helm, he was killing rebels like they were flies and he a spider. Irve charged headlong toward the guard, dropped his blade just before contact, and tackled the man. In the heat of the moment he only heard the captain grunt before slamming a mailed fist into his mouth, he felt teeth crunch. He punched again and again, blood was seeping through the captains mouth and disfigured broken nose. Irve stood up over him and put his boot on his face.
He let out a yell bringing his foot up and back down, feeling bones crunch and hearing bloody grunts, he kept slamming his foot down until the noises stopped. When he finished he turned back to the battle, the rebels were chasing the guardsmen to the palisade, They were routing, the guards had retreated thank the gods. Though when the men learned of Merlon morale would drop deeply.
When the town had calmed a bit and the fires were put out that Merlon's men had started, Irve gathered them all around Merlons bloody body. "Men. As you can plainly see our leader is gone." The men were dead silent. "I will take his position in the town until the rest of the group regroups. Then we shall decide upon a new leader, The fight must go on, do not lose heart men!" Irve was yelling, some of the men drew blades and yelled, others sat quiet.

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