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Crocefisso

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Senshio put a certain emphasis on the word ‘throughout’, the Emperor noticed; the intonation seemed to convey a quiet, well disguised sense of urgency which Senshio had, up until then, hidden behind an impenetrable façade of calmness. The Emperor thanked Prince Senshio for his contribution, and asked the other five officials to vote on the idea. Naturally it was a unanimous and resounding ‘yes’ from the officials, who knew little of warfare but a lot about the speed at which it had to be waged.
“Very well then, Senshio, I hereby grant you the authority and power to mobilize troops of all families and order them as necessary. You, Prince, shall be leading this war.”
“Thank you, my lord.”
No amount of courtesy or exterior calm could prevent the whirlwind of emotions inside Senshio’s head. Fear flowed through him and reared its ugly face, only to be blown away by the winds of anxiety, which in turn were drowned under a sea of deep, dark depression. As Senshio mounted the snow white steed at Sophanem’s gate, he surveyed the vast desert that opened up before his eyes. Billions of identical grains, piled on top of each other like the Pyramid’s bricks, glistened in the moonlight; they rose and fell forming dunes of different gradients, each more intimidating than the last. Despite the difference in gradients these dunes were all too similar in appearance, a few cacti dotted the dunes. Two guards rode up to Senshio and nodded, who nodded back politely. He clutched his dagger, hoping he would not need to use it. Senshio heard the distant cry of a wolf, a haunting sound resonating with the subtlest tones of hunger. Cautiously Senshio glanced at the moon. It was a full and round. That night it was closer than he could ever remember it, so close he could see the face. Distant eyes and a calm, upturned grin marked an otherwise expressionless face which fixed its penetrating gaze on Senshio. On nights such as this, the desert wolves were out in strength.

13-Apr-2010 20:09:26

Crocefisso

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In order not to seem cowardly, Senshio remarked how much he’d like to meet some wolves, a comment he accentuated by galloping off bravely into the moonlight sands. Caught unawares, the guards hurried after him, clueless as to their destination.
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That evening Senshio awoke to the bloodcurdling screams of wolves, so high in pitch that he truly believed his ears were going to implode. He exited the tent to find both his guards dead and a stranger in simple nomad attire, wielding a mysterious little dagger, fending off three wolves. Senshio rushed inside to fetch his dagger, but when he came out, the wolves were lying on the floor, as all three of them, panted as their life blood slowly seeped through open wounds onto the scorching sands. The stranger dropped his dagger – it was an odd shape, it was composed of two adjacent steel blades and a bright red hilt. The stranger noticed the direction of Senshio’s eyes and quickly responded.
“It’s a ‘Wolfsbane’ dagger. A souvenir from my adventures in Morytania, very good against wolves,” Senshio did not respond, so the stranger started with the formalities “I am Tigo, I am a mercenary from Sophanem. I was just on my way back there after a decade exploring the world.”
“I am Prince Senshio, Prince of Internal Affairs and acting Prince of Warfare. It’s wonderful to meet you, Tigo.”
The two shook hands rather tentatively.
“I’m sorry about your guards; there was nothing they could do. Where are you headed, Prince?”
“I am going to Nardah.”
“Well, Prince, I’d be more than willing to go there with you. I shall, of course, charge nothing. Why might you be going there?”
A wave of relief quelled all the emotions that stilled battled in Senshio’s mind; this mercenary had survived Morytania, he would be an invaluable protection.

13-Apr-2010 20:10:31

Crocefisso

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“Well,” began Senshio, wondering if Tigo knew of the war, “The Dark Empire took Al Kharid recently, and so I am organizing the defence movement so that the Empire of Sand can, hopefully, retake Al Kharid.”
“There’s a war?! I’ve been wandering this desert for a few weeks, the cacti and wolves tell me quite little… it seems I have missed a lot. Let’s get going. Do you think they’d mind if I fought on the front lines?”
The mere idea of a warrior so skilled at their front lines brought the fish of joy to the waves of relief in Senshio’s mind.
“It would be a wonderful idea,” said Senshio, making no attempt to hide his happiness; and so the two packed up and left the scene, riding quickly east to Nardah, the drought town.
The bodies of 11 wolves and 2 men were left to be buried by the sands and the winds that shifted them, rotting slowly, assuming the hyenas did not stumble across a banquet beforehand.
Such was this desert wind; a wind so strong it could change geography within mere days, that their footsteps were covered, protecting them from an enemy in the vast desert plain far more dangerous than wolves or vultures; whose noses did the work, but from the prying eyes of men.

13-Apr-2010 20:14:25 - Last edited on 14-Apr-2010 21:28:20 by Crocefisso

Yoh the Noob

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Great chapters, dude. You really are good at descriptions.
Also, in answer to your question I'm not quite sure :P However, you could go onto the clan chat "Dreamweaver" and ask there.
Also,I found I small error.
“It would be a wonderful idea. Said Senshio" There should be a comma after idea rather than a full stop, I think.

13-Apr-2010 20:41:26

Crocefisso

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CHAPTER 7: CONVINCING GENERAL RUBY
A rustic door creaked open, the rusting hinges screamed under such immense pressure. The sounds were reminiscent of those Ruby heard the day Al Kharid fell, to an army led by Rois, of all those figures of his past, he never thought Rois would become so heartless. At first the sunlight blinded Ruby, and, having blinked a little, Ruby made out the figure who had opened it; Rois. He was without his helmet, so Ruby saw his face for the first time in years. A mane of dark orange hair flowed from skin so pale and war torn that it looked almost hollow. Corporal Rois, a picture of health, was gone; in his place was a merciless madman who ravaged cities, once vibrant eyes of crystal blue were grey and cold like the mountain pass of Silvarea.
“Ruby, I couldn’t kill you.” The words reverberated around the dank cell, the irony of the words invoking feelings inside Ruby that only served to embitter him.
“I suppose then,” he spat through his dirty mouth, “I’m going to find out why.”
A curtain of silence fell over the cell. Rois exited, and in came two of his soldiers. One soldier attended to one of Ruby’s arms, they dragged the weakened man down the corridor with total disregard for his physical health. Once they reached another grand door the soldiers kicked it open and threw Ruby onto the sand. His face burnt at first, he spat out a mouthful, and then looked up. Rois was standing in front of him, arms crossed, smiling contentedly. Behind him were over 50 men dressed in desert attire. Their armour was familiar, but their faces were pale, too pale to be desert soldiers. Rois addressed Ruby.

17-Apr-2010 16:49:18 - Last edited on 17-Apr-2010 16:49:41 by Crocefisso

Crocefisso

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“Ruby, do you see what’s going on here?”
“I think I do. You have dressed your men in the armour of my dead men. Rois, that is truly devious. I can guess what you’re planning, and it’s just plain evil. The honourable Corporal inside of you is long dead, I see.”
The eruption of laughter from Rois and his men was so great that even the camels nearby shuddered.
“Of course, Ruby, the worst part is that you’ll be leading them.”
Ruby’s face fell. He was going to be forced by this shell of a man into tricking his own allies and leading them to their deaths. He could not believe it. He could not believe it. Such, he concluded, was the luck of a General.
“If it’s my only option,” began Ruby, the resignation already clear in his voice, “Then it looks like I’m going to have to take it.”
Once again the ground shook with laughter. Rois grabbed Ruby by the rags on his back and hoisted him to his feet. Ruby’s olive skin and flowing, dark hair were filthy, and needed a wash. Other than that, Rois though, Ruby could be passed off as a General.
“I’ve done good things for you Ruby.” Rois said as they walked towards the palace. Ruby hid his incredulity and merely looked at Rois, his face conveying none of his emotion, and spoke as he would have in the old days.
“I know, Rois.”

17-Apr-2010 16:51:18

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