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They say that experience is the best teacher, and with soldiers scarce, I dunno about that them actually training full-on combat. You can be taught months on-end about how to properly swing a sword, but can you swing a sword properly when fighting someone else who can too?

That being said, many of them probably haven't even been able to build a tolerance to pain. I've never been stabbed before, but I can't imagine that it feels too good. As I've told you, I'm interested in such stuff myself. And of course, I didn't intend for the next batch of fighting to be 'one-and-done.' Anyway...

"I think armor should play a better role, it seems unable to protect knights from cuts and piercing spikes."

They're fighting against superhumans essentially, who could put enough force behind their weapons to probably pierce through that armour. It's a matter of their weapons, I suppose. There's my explanation, I guess? But yeah, you're right. They aren't just wearing armour for show, after all.

Anyway, thank you once more for your time and your reading. I appreciate it, as always.

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28-Apr-2014 18:21:12

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OK, good to know those points, learned a few things, but sometimes I do overeat from minor details. I'll admit I was surprised to find out you didn't like dresses though, hehe.

But yeah, there we go. I do find the story in its current development quite intriguing, and there's still a good ways to go to the end. I need to work on my own stories, too.

29-Apr-2014 00:08:15

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Chapter 19: The Third

A gentle breeze swooped down upon the city of glowing eyes, the fresh smell of the season being lifted away and poured directly into the nostrils of any out upon this wonderful Spring day. Though an unusually chill ran like a racing circuit, circling all around. Dark gray clouds gathered to the west, a rush of cold air bellowing through.

This Winter-like wind truly felt as though the hands of fate had begun to spin the wheel, an eternal samsara of victory and defeat. And with the season's gentle warmth came its other intention: rebirth. Finally, the defeat melted away just as the Winter season. Victory was so very close at hand, literally a fingernail away.

Like a leaf caught in the wind, news spread rather quickly of the victory at Falador, where the humans were crushed by the gods. Elated, as they were, to hear this information. They passed this information along to anyone deaf enough to not hear the loud shouting of the wind. The Adamas Capital and its people truly shimmered this day, and perhaps they will continue to for the days that would come.

The gates into the Imperial Capital of Governanti were flooded with people coming and going, a constant volume that never changed. Many of the glowing eyed beings held a chain in their hands, bringing with them their human slaves. The human guards kept close watch over this, but inside there was turmoil as they watched their fellow kinsmen get pushed around.
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Chatter between any god of any size or age claimed most of the atmosphere, but occasionally shouts of hate and ire would poke out from nowhere. A weakly human slave dropped to the floor, their body skin and bones. They fell right in the heart of the moving crowd, but was unable to make anybody or anything break their descent.

The chains around their wrists and ankles rattled, the young woman's face gripped with pain. Her tattered clothing hit the ground, adding just a smidge more dirt to her attire. Several of the people she almost landed on stared, their eyes sharp and deadly as an arrow. They scoffed, almost intending to dish out their own brand of the product called "justice."

But alas, they knew it wasn't in their place. A noble looking man of glowing eyes came up, clothed in a doublet, buff jerkin, a pair of breeches, and a pair of Hessian boots. Irritated with his slave whom he must of paid a great deal for, he stormed up beside her. "What do you think you're doing, human?" he angrily questioned the slave, his hand reached down for the collar of her shirt. "Get up!" He lifted her up like a trapdoor, putting her back to her feet.

What he had to say to her was hard to make out from a distance, such as in the case of the silver-haired young leader. He fell into the background, never pulling off of the scene as the many people passing him by. His heart was broken as he so helplessly watched, unable to do anything. He turned away, urging himself not to break cover.
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16-Jun-2014 17:55:02 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2014 18:01:03 by Serene End

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He entered the city, passing by the gates. He stirred himself into this mixture of people, from its slaves to its masters. He came silently, being sure not to even breathe the wrong way. Even this far from his destination, the tension in his stomach was like he had devoured a thousand butterflies. He came into the city, seeing that many of the buildings were becoming encased in adamas.

It truly did not look like the city he saw in books, the ancient human city known as Varrock. Indeed, that city was now only of bygone days... But Raphael carried on, in the hopes of restoring it to its former glory one day. But something followed him, clinging to him like his shadow. The eyes of many were upon him, deeming himself quite suspicious.

The market district was as busy as ever, buzzing with bodies and voices. The electrified air was even more ecstatic, all in part due to the news. The guards watched the people and the Loyal Watch watched them, the slavers and the slaves were ever present, and those gods on the market floor were there to purchase whatever it was that they fancied.

Business was booming, hundreds -- if not, thousands -- of folks packed the long straight strip of street. While the humans tirelessly slaved over the hard labor, the gods profited from their suffering. Smirks and smiles were wore on all of their faces, running upon this wonderful day. Though most were dressed in heavier garments, feeling the impact of the chilly wind.

Raphael did well to hide amongst the flock of people, his face under a hood attached to a cloak. His purple eyes gazed straight, slicing a clean cut across the pathway in front of him. He swerved around people, passing by stalls and stores with all different kinds of names. As he snaked his way through the heart of the city, passing by the hundreds of vessels, he peered upon his destination: the Imperial Castle.
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16-Jun-2014 17:55:36 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2014 18:03:09 by Serene End

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He thought of a million things all at once, forcing himself to keep on moving. The things Telvern said that were installed in his head almost made up the entire million, so worried and desperate was he to get the answers to protect the family he so wished to keep. He felt it in his heart, in his bones, and all entirely within him.

Raphael shuffled his eyes, taking notice of the extra personnel, even some of the Loyal Knights were out here now. As his pupils focused on them for just that split second, their frozen solid eyes peered through their great helms. Even as they had a second long glance at his face, they knew well who they were looking at... Their intense stare was enough to confirm that.

Raphael tried to look away and act as causal as he possibly could, but the more and more he walked, the more he felt eyes drawn to him. He looked towards his surrounding, and all the knights he passed took notice of him. The young leader began to get a little concerned, slowly reaching for the sword in his possession.

The front of the gates into the castle became clearer to him with every step, but they were still a rather long way from here. Oh, he couldn't get there any faster. Pacing himself slightly faster than the normal speed of his walk, Raphael knew that they knew. He then felt something reach out from the crowd, a hand of a person he didn't see.

That hand grabbed onto his shoulder, forcing him back. His eyes flew behind him, attempting to face whoever it was. Alarms went off in his head, preparing himself perhaps for a fight. The butterflies flew away, the alert and angst of impending battle upon him. His hand grabbed tightly onto the handle of his blade, Falcon, as he faced the person.
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But this person wasn't whom he expected, in fact far from it. The image of Momus Barn, brother of the late King Divus, reflected off of Raphael's eyes. The earnest feeling deep within Raphael vanished in an instant, but it brought a sense of question. "...Momus?" the young leader muttered.

Momus looked upon him, the two standing in the heart of the crowd that passed by them. Hundreds of people passing them every minute, the two proceeded to engage in conversation. Momus' hand fell from Raphael's shoulder, turning his body to his left. "Follow me and stay quiet," the head of the Ruler's Counsel told Raphael, beginning to cut across the path.

Well, since Momus was who Raphael was looking for, the young man knew he had no choice. His feet became animated once more, tailing just behind the noble. Words wanted to escape the confines of Raphael's mouth, but his lips were locked up tight. Though, he knew he couldn't trust anyone within this city, so he kept his hand firm upon his sword.

The two went down an alleyway, perhaps one of the only clean ones in the entire city. The sun's light was eclipsed by the giant buildings the two were now sandwiched between, now soaking up in the shadow. They hid behind the mask of darkness, the blaring chatter and shouts of the market district weakening.

Swift like a rapid, the two ran down the hidden side of Governanti. The alleyways had the rotting stench of carcasses, flies came in an abundance as they buzzed about. Laying scattered across the pathway were the decaying bodies of the human slaves, laying within their own bodily fluids. They were alive with maggots, eating away at their flesh.
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16-Jun-2014 17:57:08 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2014 18:07:15 by Serene End

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They laid in a variety of positions, some laid on their front and some on their backs. Some were murdered or horribly mistreated, a visible stab wound or loss of limb was painfully clear. They appeared merely dumped without care, their soulless eyes gazing up at Raphael. There were so many dead, and like any ordinary being, Raphael was thoroughly sick to his stomach.

He was utterly shocked, covering his nose and mouth with his right forearm to somehow cope with the overpowering smell. His eyes tried their very best to turn away from it, looking upon the back of Momus' head. He didn't seem at all fazed or impacted by the absolutely deplorable treatment of the once living beings in their presence, not even by the rancid smell.

They channeled through the deathly alleyways, taking quite the shortcut from the market district to the northwestern section of the city. Here was where many of the nobles of the city lived, a quiet stretch of street. They came to the end of the alleyway and were about to come onto the street, but Momus stopped suddenly. He poked his head out, shifting his head from his left and then slowly to his right.

The coast was clear, he determined. He then continued moving, and Raphael followed just behind. As soon as they come out from the darkness' shell, they are immediately pounded by the shine of the bright star. The two began walking down this street, and not a soul was here. It was strange, very unusual, considering the population of the city.

Their feet stomped down upon stone brink, their eyes stared upon buildings that took on a crystal-like appearance. Momus appeared ever vigilant, constantly shuffling his eyes all over the place. At the end of the street, a large, extravagant building. Pillars stood erect, even images of a variety of things were decorated all along the walls.
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16-Jun-2014 17:57:46 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2014 18:13:02 by Serene End

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A pathway leading off of the street led to the house, revealing lush green grass and a beautiful gathering of flowers along the way. In the small garden of flowers was a woman tending to them, clenching a steel watering can. She poured water onto them, the little droplets casting the light of the sun back at it. She heard the two approach, turning her gaze upon them.

Raphael was able to see the glow of her eyes that was easy to define, thanks to the shade on her face from her wide-brimmed hat. She was elderly, appearing well into her seventies. She wore an attire fit for a farmer, her sky blue eyes upon them. "Good afternoon, Momus," she kindly greeted, her eyes then turned to Raphael. She didn't see at all fazed by his rogue-like appearance. "Ah... You must be Raphael Béla, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Raphael bowed. "To you as well," he respectfully returned, then pulling himself back up. "You're the secretary of treasury Mrs. Ishvara, correct?"

"Indeed," she confirmed. "Now, what can I do for you both?"

"I just require a place to speak to Raphael," Momus stated. "I hope you don't mind, Medea."

A gentle smile rode up her wrinkled face as she saw them. "Not at all," the old lady replied, turning her torso to the side to allow them through. "Ulyssa, my servant, just got the fireplace going. Please, make yourselves at home."

"Thank you," Momus thanked, then began walking by her.

Raphael quickly bowed his head. "Thank you very much," he kindly said to the old woman, echoing Momus' words but with a stronger sense of gratitude. He rushed by her, getting back up close to Momus. Once they were at the doorsteps, Momus opened the door and moved to his right. He allowed Raphael to proceed first, which the young man did so.
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