Classic-Castle Roleplay: August

[Formendacil]

Grid: E-12
Location: At sea, on board the Bombardier

"Sail due south. I will give you further directions and orders in the morning."

Captain Broadside saluted, and put his hand to the helm, to steer his ship southwards.

Captain Broadside was beginning to get slightly concerned. These days, most things made him concerned, it seemed. It was nigh on noon the day after the Bombardier had finally returned to the seas, and, as the Sorceror-king had ordered, they were on a course due south.

The Bombardier was making good time, and if the headwind kept up, as it should, they would be run aground soon. Captain Broadside, afraid as he usually was to be in the Sorceror-king's presence, was starting to hope he'd arrive on deck soon to give new directions. If he didn't, he was afraid the Bombardier would either be run aground, or he would be punished for avoiding that fate. Either way, the future didn't look good if the Sorceror-king didn't get on deck.

It was midafternoon when the Sorceror-king did come on deck. The ship-moving had left him more exhausted than he had expected, and the he could tell that Captain Broadside was getting anxious.

"Set a course westward, around the Ninja lands," he ordered Captain Broadside, "and then sail us towards the off-continent lands of the Fright Knights. When we arrive, beach us in Wraith Cove."

Fright Knights! Captain Broadside was even more afraid of them than of Dragon Masters. At least the Dragon Masters were a mostly sane, if evil people. As far as the Crusader knew, the Fright Knights were both evil and mad. But he feared the Sorceror-king more than the Fright Knights, so he merely gulped, nodded, and set the Bombardier on a westward course, to take them around the lands of the Shogun.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

“since we live on a island we have a navy as well...” She said to Barbod, but he was not listening...

Grid: N-10
Location: Port Crowne

Lord Barbod was mad with rage.

"WHAT DO THE BLOODY MEGABLOKS TYCO SHIFTY-BRICK INTELLBRIX ARE YOU DOING YOU BLOODY MEGABLOKS TYCO SHIFTY-BRICK INTELLBRIX COWS???? THESE FALCONS ARE OUR FRIENDS!!! IF ANY OF YOU EVEN GLARE AT THEM I WILL PERSONALLY SPIT AND DISEMBOWEL THE BLOODY MEGABLOKS TYCO SHIFTY-BRICK INTELLBRIX LOT OF YOU!!! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR???"

The Bulls froze. Some of them dropped their weapons, other stepped back several paces. One Bull, however, stepped forward said, "Yes, M'Lord!" and saluted crisply. He then drew out a some healing herbs and began administering to the wounded Falcons.

"Who are you, soldier?" snapped Barbod.

"I am call Gerrik, sir!" answered the Bull as he wrapped a salve around the Lone Falcon.

"Then you are promoted to third-in-command, Gerrik, behind Lovana and myself." ordered the Bull King. He then turned to the rest of the Bulls, "Followers like Gerrik will be rewarded. Disloyal Bulls who disobey me will die, do I make myself clear?"

"YES SIR!" rang out from the Bull troops.

"Right then, to your stations, get this Rose Marie sailing!"

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

As the crowd retreated back into Drullen Bell Keep, Shainya and Rosa heard Bjarn barely mutter under his breath "A Bull is always charging..."

Grid: M-8
Location: Drullen Bell Keep

It was dinner time at Drullen Bell. Bjarn sat at the high table, flanked by Gladwheel, Kellenwyn, Radjar, Gerald Vos, Rosa, Shainya, and other Forestmen officials. The dinner was somewhat subdued, but not down-cast.

"How do you feel, my Lord?" asked Gladwheel, for Bjarn had not said anything.

"I feel fine, Gladwheel, just fine. I was just observing the way Radjar has been looking at Rosa for the last ten minutes..."

Gladwheel shrugged, not that interested. "How does he look at her?"

"He pretends not to look at her, and he always snatches glances when he thinks no one is looking..." mused Bjarn, a grin spreading across his face.

"What is so funny?"

"I have known Rosa for long enough that I know she knows Radjar is looking at her..and she doesn't like it one bit."

At that very moment, Rosa rose and stalked to where Radjar was sitting. Radjar looked surprised, but pleased. The grin was wiped off his face, however, when Rosa whipped out a lethal-looking blade and held it under his nose.

"You look at me again, and I'll slit your throat!" she hissed in his face, "Too many megabloks like you who have leered at me have been found with their throat sliced open! You fate will be the same if you so much as turn in my direction in the future!"

Rose slid the knife back into it's sheath with a quick flick and left, the entire mass of people staring after her. Radjar Kath was to stunned to speak.

"She....ah...well...." Bjarn struggled to find the right word to explain Rosa atitutude toward men, "...she has had problems...before...with men..." he finish lamely.

Radjar still said nothing.

[Daimyo]

Radjar's face was totally blank and he could feel a sickening feeling in his gut.
Tyco my stupid skills, he almost thought aloud. I'm going to get myself killed these days...
Bjarn walked steadily over to Rad.
"She'll come around soon, I suppose. Radjar, you'd best stop the leering however."
Radjar was not comforted by Bjarn's comment however. he decided to go to Rosa's room and apologize. As always, Drullen Bell was beautiful in the evening, and he enjoyed the walk, though his knees trembled under him. He was sweating and looked pale after the inident at dinner.
"Oh, hello, Radjar," sighed Shainya, who was passing in the corridor. "Deeply sorry... Rosa can be like this..."
"It is no hinderance, ma'am," Radjar assured her. "No need to worry."
Radjar finally reached Rosa's room. She was sitting on her bed, a glum look on her face. Rad didn't know her story, but he could tell she'd been through a lot.
"I-I'm sorry, R-Rosa," he stuttered.
Rosa looked up and faced him, her beautiful black locks falling back.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"I just want your forgiveness," Radjar said, head to the ground. "It's just... you're just..."
"Just what?" she muttered.
"So... Beautiful." Radjar spat out, still trembling.
"Beautiful? I've been called that before. By liars."
"I do not lie, milady. I do not lie."
"You- A king, a warrior- Choose me, a peasent girl?"
"I... Yes." Radjar said.
"Well, remember this word, you'll hear it a lot. No." Rosa said haughtily.
Radjar bit back, and left the room. Rosa bowed down. She knew Radjar meant well... But she could not trust him.

[Loneranger]

as they set sail they heard the sounds of the crusaders screaming at them...

“STOP!”

Lovana didnt care what might happen next, she went to the Lone ranger. He was sitting on a table under the ship...

“Lone ranger” She said softly...

“Yes Lovana?”

“I do not trust this bull king with my men” she replied...

“I understand your feelings for your men Lovana, do what you must...” he said calmly to her...

with a small puase of silence...

“Has he really come back?” her voice was not calm or soft...

“it seems soo...” He replied...

“We will all die befor we reach bull island...” her voice broken as she said it....

“Do not say that Lovana. Jen did not die for nothing, but I fear we will have many battles ahead of us...” he replied...

“I understand your feelings for her, but don't you think it was for nothing?”

“Don't say that, my brother will die for what he did, he will die the same painful death she had to go through...” a tear fell down his face as he said that...

“I have not seen a tear from your eye's since that day...” Her voice was still a little broken...

“Do not remind me of that day Lovana, for I cannot bear seeing it in my mind one more time”

as he drank the rest of the ale...

LR

[Barbapple]

Grid: N-10
Location: Off coast of crusaider lands

The trip had gotten off to a bad start for Barbod. The crusaider's discovered them, Lovana didn't belive he was Barbod, the crew hated eachother, and ontop of all of that, he Killed a Bull!
Insted of going bellow deck, Barbod stayed on, to make sure there would be no more trubble. Barbod rose to his feet, and went to the bow of the ship, where he found Lovana.
"Lovana?" Barbod asked.
"What is it?" She asked.
"It's just," Barbod said, "We got off to a rough start."
"No. We got off to a millatary start. Just like a commanding offier and a soldier do." Lovana said.
"Your still a commanding officar, not just a soldier." Barbod said.
"I wasn't talking about me." Lovana said, quietly.
"What was that?" Barbod asked, a hint of rage in his voice.
"nothing." Lovana said, "SIR"
"If you have something to say," Barbod said, "Say it to my FACE"
Lovana turned around, and looked barbod in the eyes. She then turned and left.
Barbod sighed.

This was going to be a long trip.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

"Well, remember this word, you'll hear it a lot. No." Rosa said haughtily.
Radjar bit back, and left the room. Rosa bowed down. She knew Radjar meant well... But she could not trust him.

Rosa twirled the thin knife between here fingers. Many men had approached her, many had complimented her, and many had...abused her. No. She would never trust anyone like Radjar. Warrior brutes who smelled and swore and killed and strutted were all the same. They ware never to be trusted.


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Bjarn retired to his room. He felt ill after the scene between Rosa and Radjar. Love was such a disruptive human emotion. Face whirled about in Bjarn's mind...Reno...Shainya...Dale...Radjar...Rosa...Isaac's daughter...Isaac...J'anrya...


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The Lone Falcon rubbed his banage and eyed the surly Bulls with warily. Maybe it was a mistake to join the Bulls... he pondered, No. It was the right thing. The current Falcon King must be over overthrown, and the Bulls are capible of doing that!


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After talking with Caimlin, Lord Void left exited the Fire Breathing Fortress and began to walk. He would use no magic is unless he had to, for wielders of magic could only detect one another if they use magic. Lord Void was not keen to alert his position to BloodVaine...

[Daimyo]

Radjar did not sleep well, again. The whole night had been so unforgiving.Why did his past overshadow him? Why was he here? The answers he did not know.

The next mornign brought only more pain, as Radjar silently ate among Gladwheel and Bjarn. Not a word was spoken of the incident. Radjar retired to his quarters. What had come to this? He took out his dagger and pressed it to his wrist.
"No!" he screamed aloud, dropping the dagger. "I will not abandon my future!"
Radjar walked out and passed by Rosa's door. He sneered, and walked on. Gladwheel passed by.
"Radjar... About last night. Don't let it get to you."
"Oh, I won't," said Radjar angrily.
Gladwheel looked at him and walked on.

"Bjarn?" shouted Radjar.
"Yes, Rad?" he replied.
"I'm going into the swamps. I have things to do."
"Al...right." he said, worriedly.

[Loneranger]

M-8

he was thirsty, but he kept going on....

“is life worth this?”

as he fell onto the ground, trying to cry out for help, but he was too weak of his thirst...

“I must keep going on...”

He thought of ending it right there...

LR

[Daimyo]

Radjar walked out of the keep. He had nothing but his katana, a loose tunic, and a pair of pants. He waded into the emerald swamp, eyes half open, arms outstretched. Grunts reached his ears. He saw a band of mercenaries carrying a shackled merchant, and his eyes shot open. He raced for the mercenaries.
"What is this, mate?"
"What are you bloody- "
Radjar sliced down. A spray of warm blood showered him. The mercenaries had little time to react. One shot crossbow bolts at him. Radjar, leaping for him, was caught by a bolt.
"YAAAAAARGH!" he shouted, hands on his katana, he slung it forward, catching the crossbowman in the chest.
"Gggggrrgh..." the crossbowman fell over, and Radjar stood where he was.
"AAAAAA!" Another mercenary slashed him with his scimitar. the tunic ripped open and Radjar did not flinch, the shirt falling away to reveal his scar, and his sinewy form.
"What the he..." Radjar decapitated the man in the midst of his sentence. The head slid slowly off his neck, and he fell over.
The other mercenaries ran away in fear.

[Formendacil]

Grid: D-16
Location: At sea, aboard the Bombardier, east of the Dragon Master colonies.

The Sorceror-king didn't show it, and he had no intention of revealing it to anyone, but moving the Bombardier had taken a lot out of him.

Too much out of him.

There seemed to be only one possible solution: that the token imparted to him by his master for the moving of ships and the like had ceased to be of any use in mid-air, and that he had delved into his own strength to move the ship the rest of the way, exhausting and greatly weakening him.

Even now, nearly a week later, as they sailed through the strait between the Ninja mainland and the Dragon Master colonies, he knew he was still not up to his full strength.

All seemed to be running smoothly on the ship. The Dragon Masters seemed to have resigned themselves as best as may be to their lot as exiles. There were no quarrels between them and the crew.

"Pirates to the north!" shouted the lookout, breaking into the Sorceror-king's thoughts. All eyes on deck turned northwards. Coming from the mainland was a flotilla of pirate vessels. Bearing the red and black colours of the rogue samurai lord, Kendo, they must have numbered over a thousand men strong, on nearly a dozen vessels.

"Bear southwards!"the Sorceror-king commanded the captain quietly, "try to avoid them. I have no time for fighting."

Not knowing that that was not the whole truth, Captain Broadside did as he was told. The Sorceror-king descended from to the main deck, where Sergeant Targon and his some of his men stood. He beckoned the sergeant over.

"Order your men to put on their armour, and have their weapons at hand," he said quietly. Targon saluted sharply, and turned to his men.

The Sorceror-king frowned as he walked back to the stern. Kendo's men were gaining fast, their ships being smaller and lighter than the heavily-laden Bombardier. If they could make it to the open sea, there would be no worries, but if not.... well, they would have to stand and fight.

The Sorceror-king had no doubts that his Dragon Masters would prove the victors, but he had acquired them too recently to desire to lose any, and he would be providing little assistance.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

"What the he..." Radjar decapitated the man in the midst of his sentence. The head slid slowly off his neck, and he fell over.
The other mercenaries ran away in fear.

Radjar returned to Drullen Bell Keep and told Bjarn what had happened. Bjarn's face paled, and then turned bright red.

"You son of tyco! What have you done??"

Radjar stepped back a pace, shocked. "Bjarn, wha-?"

"Those men were Forestmen masquerading as mercenaries as part of a training program, you thick-headed shifty-brick! You have just killed a dozen of my men!"

Bjarn was more mad than he had ever been in his life.

"Here I am, trying to promote peace whenever I can and you go out and slaughter MY OWN MEN in cold blood. You could have AT LEAST come back and alerted me BEFORE cutting them down! You come to Drullen Bell Keep right after the Fell War and can't stand a WEEK without killing someone!"

Lord Bjarn's shouting caught the attention of Kellenwyn, Gladwheel, and other Forestmen soldiers. The more they listened, the more angry they looked.

"Kath, it is evident to me that you have NO regard for human life WHAT SO EVER! I do hope, however, that Dark Forest as a nation is NOT like you!"

Bjarn turned to the Forestmen flanking him, "Take Kath and put him in our highest-security cell, and guard him with two score men. Alert the other Dark Forest men that their Lord is now in prison and any attempt to free him or harm our men will be considered an act of WAR!"

Bjarn turned back to Radjar, who had not said a word. "We will discuss this later!"

Bjarn turned about and exited. Gladwheel and Kellenwyn stripped Radjar of all his weapons and escorted him to the cell and locked the door. Radjar had not chance of escape, for his cell was windowless and exitless except for the barred door, and it was guarded by 40 men.

[Loneranger]

“SIR!” a forest men yelled out while running through the long hall way...

“Lord Bjarn!” he said while trying to catch his breath...

“What is it?” still angry that he lost a dozen good men for no reason...

“We have found a journy man, he is not dead but his mouth is too dry to speak, and he has wounds...” He kept on trying to catch his breath...

“Let me see this man, at once!” Bjarn said to the soldier...

as they came into the room they saw a man on the table, blistered and his skin was dry...

“This man has not eaten in days, and his mouth is too dry, fetch me some water, I have work to do!” He said to the forest men around him...

“he will take days to heal and might even die...” he thought to himself

“Get me the elvish healing bans!” he yelled at one of the men...

“Yes sir!” as he ran down the hall to get the healing bans...

it didnt take to long befor Logan was back on his feet...

LR

[The Green Knight]

The two men were alone again and with a word from Gib they continued.

Grid H-10
Location… Somewhere in the Neverwood the forest.

Marus was uneasy. It was getting dark and the woods seemed to be closing in on him. He still walked with his sword out, a sign that he didn't trust his guide.

"What if he's leading me into a trap? No, if he wanted to kill me he could have done it before. So what dose he want with me? He must want something. I don't think he would just let me go. What ever he wants the best thing will be to comply."

Marus hated Gib a lot but he hated the forest more and would do anything to get free. Still, he was curious....

"So wood-man" Marus said aloud. "What of your friend?"

Gib stopped short.

"You and the deceiver were allied were you not?"

"What are you talking about?" Said Gib. "I know nothing of this deceiver."

"What! You mean to say that you know nothing of the man who stole The Great Coal-Blood dragon?" Gib still wore a blank expression. "You don't get out much do you?"

"Perhaps if you told me the story..."

Marus hesitated, still afraid of giving away too much information. "Well, I suppose it won't hurt if you know. Before I was born there was a great dragon. Coal-Blood the Great they called him. Personally I never saw what was so great about him. He can rot with the rest for all I care. Why, you can imagine how it was for me, having to grow up listening to stories of how great Coal-Blood was.

A dragon black as coal with a face as red as blood.
Swifter, stronger, and more fierce then any dragon before.
None were there who could tame him, though many died trying.
Disgusting, that's what it was. Glorifying a filthy beast."

"And this dragon... He was your deceiver?"

"Oh no! No no no no no. The deceiver was a man. According to the stories he was an outsider, brought in by Blood Vaine. The reason I mention the dragon is because the very first thing that the deceiver did was tame him. That got him a lot respect of course but the moment everyone turned their backs he stole Coal-Blood and half the rest of the dragons."

"How did he manage that?"

"Well, apparently some dragons can command others, like generals almost. Coal-Blood was one of those. And because the man stole Coal-Blood, he came to be known as the deceiver."

"I see. So why should I know him?"

"You should know him because it was in this very forest that Blood-Vaine found him."

Gib sighed. "I think I might know your deceiver after all."

[Daimyo]

"TYCO him," whispered Radjar, contemplating his katana blade. His vampire abilities were beginning to take over his mind... But how could he explain this? It was his demon inside, that drove him to slaughter that put him on a path to fulfill his father's bloody legacy. Now, in a dank cell, he lay on his cot. Gereld walked down the steps to the dungeons.
"Radjar," he said warily.
"What? What is it?"
"Radjar, I have, awful news, your majesty."
"W-what, is it, Gereld?" Radjar trembled.
The silence and stink of death permeated with the smell of fear, the heavy air enveloping the two soldiers, men who had departed their pasts for better days.
"The League of Forestmen, outraged by your act, have highly considered war against our people. They are putting you before military tribunal... And I am to represent you."
"No..." Radjar said airily.
"Why did you do these things? Have you gone mad?"
"No, no, no, It was my shadow... The scar."
"That is unbeileveable!"
"BUT IT IS THE TRUTH!" Radjar yelled back. "Tell me Gereld... What happens if we lose the Tribunal?"
"Then... You are executed, my lord."