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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 9:55 pm
Welcome to the Kingdom of Kilo, a great civilization found hidden between the the peaks of the Dayton Mountains. The Kingdom was created after a man named Kilo who fought the great beast of Dayton and laid waste to the lands in which the Kingdom now lays. Now nearly a hundred years after the stories of Kilo and his ventures, the Kingdom of Kilo is at peace. A place where legends are born and people thrive, where the world itself is in the balance of peace or so it would seem.
What will you find lurking below the surface of peace and tranquility? Will you decide to plunge into the darkness like a stead fast Knight? Would your resist your destiny? What will you become in this story of Kingdoms and fantasy?
* Please post your profile, in any form you would like, please include a small back story along with one power and weapon. Thanks and enjoy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 9:06 pm
 Name: Albius Vicius Power: Temporary Invincibility Weapon: Worn on his backAlbius was cut from the belly of a dead woman an hour after she was found dead. At first he was thought to be some kind of demon the very reason his mother had died. They tested him every way they could to see if he was different only to find blades did not cut him,and magic was absorbed. They tried for days just to get him to cry. They found poking him with blades when he either wasnt watching or if he were asleep he could be harmed. They discovered that he had the ability to make himself invincible to anything. Which explained how he survived even after his mother had died. An older knight of the realm took him as his own child taking him away from the castle scholars and mages believing that any child even one born from death deserved to live a decent life. No one but the castle mages and scholars knew of his existence who told no one by order of the knight who took him as his own. The knight raised him as his grandson the knight being an old man by the time the boy reached puberty. Albius was trained to be a knight of Kilo and was given the old knights post after his death. The knight had been the kings High justice of the peace in charge of keeping order about the realm and dispensing justice where it was needed. Albius took to his post a man who soon took his post very seriously. There wasnt a thief or thug in all of the kingdom that didnt know his name. On one event of rounding up a group of thieves the man known as the "Thief King" himself handed Albius the very blades he carries with him at all times. Albius is quick with his justice and it has become all that he is.
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Ghostly_apparition Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:40 am
Name: Amara Lee Gender: female Age: eighteen Weapon Amara doesn't carry anything that can be considered a weapon by normal people but she has a set of keys that she can draw with thus making them her weapon Appearance:AmaraPower Amari has the power of creation. If she can think it, she can make it through a simple drawing in the dirt with her finger or a paintbrush on canvas. Likewise she also has the ability to bring non animate objects to life from chairs to corpses (though animating a corpse does not bring the person back from the dead it simple lives life to the body.) Bio Amari, was found when she was but a child. Her home had been destroyed resulting in the loss of her voice. Wandering among the rubble, she was found by another child, one merely five years older than her. Avaki raised her as her younger sister though they were not related. She didn’t have much of a future without Avaki so she simply fallowed what the older girl did without asking questions, after all Avaki was the only family she had and she wasn’t sure how she was going to survive in the world without her. Name: Avaki Shiratoshi Age: twenty three Gender: female Weapon When in doubt, Ava carries a dagger hidden among her clothing Appearance:AvakiPower Avaki controls the power of ice, simple as that. She was born with this and it made her the perfect assassin. Bio Avaki was born with exceptional abilities. Because of this, her father, who was in deep need for cash at the time, sold her to a wealthy man in need of people with “special” abilities. No one could have expected what happened to actually happen. Avaki was sold to an organization that divulged itself in the assignation or people around the world. At the tender age of seven, she was sent into the world to find and take out contracts made by different people. Her organization hid to avoid the general population knowing who they were. However when she was ten, she was given a major contract to take out an entire village. She did this to the best of her ability however could not bring herself to murder a voiceless child that she found among the rubble. She took her in under her wing and raised the girl to the best of her ability, pulling her into the assassin world. The only difference between the two being that Avaki enjoyed her work…. Amara… no so much.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 5:25 pm
Name: Himie
Power: Shift Walk - A creative manner in which Himie can appear like he disappears and can reappear in a different location.
Bio: Himie was born on the streets and has always been of the lowest ranks in the Kingdom. He resisted many temptations and instead of joining one of the already established thief guilds, Himie created his own small band of thieves. While not many of his crew are known as small time criminals, Himie is known throughout the Kingdom, at least by his name only.
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Ghostly_apparition Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 9:51 am
Albius sat grinding the edge of his sword to a razors edge.
Most knights had squires to sharpen their swords at least one or two to handle their horse and gear.
Albius had tried taking a squire at one point but the boy only ended up dying on him.
The boy wouldnt listen and rushed up to help Albius under a hail of thieves poison laced arrows.
The boy hadnt been watching the arrows bounce off of the knights body and thought the consistent fire was predictable.
Albius had turned back to tell the boy to run back to cover when the boy was struck by 9 arrows to the chest.
Albius had to write many letters over the years for knights that served under him on much more dangerous missions not a simple band of roaming thieves. Never had he written one for a squire.
Albius was common to charge on ahead using his power to protect himself as his knights fired arrows from behind cover.
The boy didnt listen the boy thought his post was beside his knight even when the knight commanded him to stay behind.
Ever since Albius sharpened his own swords handled his own horse shined his own saddle and attended to his own armor.
It didnt slow him down one bit most of the time he was still waiting on his knights who had squires of their own.
Most of the time the knights asked him when he would get a squire his usual response was" The day your ready before I am."
Many have tried but few have even been close.
Setting aside the wet stone he tested the blade on a dummy cleaving the wooden headed practice dummies head in two he smiled and whipped the blade back onto his back.
Walking out into the rainy midday gloom the air was filled with the tinkling sound of water against metal the rain bouncing off of Albius's armor and the knights teaching in the training yard.
The head trainer stopped and called the squires to attention.
" Stand and salute the High Justice."
Albius saluted them back inspecting each boy with a glance as he walked the line.
On a particularly small boy he adjusted the boys training armor and tapped him on the chest setting the boy to rights.
Albius looked up at the boys training partner and smiled.
The size difference between the two boys was immense.
The boy he had adjusted was 4 ft where as his partner was 5'9.
Albius chuckled as he inspected the older boy versus the smaller younger boy.
The older boy had a bruise on the left side of his head a fresh array of cuts on his knuckles and a sprained finger on his right hand.
The older boy he grabbed him by the chin.
"If he raps you on the knuckles again you will be reprimanded.
He knows less than you you should be able to watch his shoulders and arms to tell where he will be coming from to avoid being struck in the face or even on the knuckles.
" The older boy nodded.
"Unless that is this shorter smaller boy is a better swordsman than you."
The older boy shook his head no.
"Then I want to see you beat him."
Albius stepped back and motioned for everyone else to step back as well.
The younger boy took a fighting stance for the falcon the older boy taking the fighting stance of the mountain lion crouching low to bring up his sword quickly with force.
The training knight gave the command and the boys locked training swords the smaller boy faster and more agile but less trained.
The older boy pushed and pushed then pulled back the smaller almost crashing to the floor leaving his head unprotected Albius smiled as he watched the older boy bring his training sword down on the smaller boys head making the smaller boy crumple to ground his face buried in the mud.
Albius clapped and stepped forward as two of the nearest squires on Albius's signal moved forward to pick the smaller boy up and carry him to the castle infirmary.
Albius patted the larger boy on the back.
"You have a good heart boy you let him hit you you took pity on him because he was smaller and weaker than you.
Never let an opponents size or physical strength distract you.
You could still be crushed by a smaller opponent just like you could still be crushed by a larger opponent."
The larger boy nodded looking hopeful as he looked into Albius's face.
Albius nodded to the training master and left.
Albius walked into the main courtyard and took a side corridor that when he got there he took the stairs that led down into his office and the castle prison.
Closing the door behind him he sat down in his chair a stack of reports on the city's streets piled high in the center of his desk.
Most of them had been resolved already by one of Albius's knights but there were a few still to be attended to.
One was a murder the other a theft from a merchants home two different cases but in the same sector of the city.
Setting them to the side Albius ruffled through another stack and pulled out a wanted poster. Sticking it to the wood announcement board of the meeting room he stood back and read the name.
"HIMIE 100 gold pieces wanted dead or alive."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:38 am
The warmth of the room was rather welcoming. Taverns like this one were littered around the world, little places where people came to drink and eat and forget about the outside world or talk about business. Many people had their reasons to be here, however the two girls were sure that none of them were here for the same reason as they. A young girl, hair short and black, leaned back in her chair, a pad of paper in her lap and a piece of charcoal between her fingers. She worked diligently on her project, the lines clear and focused. If one were to look, the would see it was a portrait of the man sitting at the bar not to far away.
Amara was always like this, Ava didn’t’ know if it was because she had no voice or because she just enjoyed to draw, it wasn’t something she could understand. The younger girl just continued drawing happily as she kicked her foot to some unheard beat. The older girl, red hair flowing down her back, examined the room carefully. They didn’t’ have a job right now, which was normal. Her group, which one could go so far as to call them a guild, was more secretive than anything and thus would have times where they received no requests. Right now was one of those times.
The woman lowered her head and stared blankly at the wall. ”Mara, what are we gonna do? Should we take on a simple bounty job while we wait? I’m not good at holding back.” She looked to the younger girl who paused in her drawing and shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t know what to do either. They exchanged glanced thought the younger one never spoke, the older one answered as if she had been speaking. “ I know that it’s not what we normally do but there havn’t been any requests as of late…Stay here” The girl stood and stretched out her body, “I’m going to go look at the public board and see if anything suits us.”
The younger girl waved the older one off and continued her drawing of the man. He had yet to realize she was sitting there examining him so he was the perfect target. Her fingers moved rather quickly across the page, smudging things here and straightening them there. It looked almost like she had just put his face on the page. She lowered the chair, the sound of her keys jingling softly at her side as she did so. She set the book on the table and used it to concentrate now that she was on the finer details.
Ava, made her way outside, casting only a single glance back at the only person she considered family. The rest of these people could rot for all she cared. Her smile sank into a frown and she felt her features harden up. She wanted to go back home but she knew how much Mara hated it there. Her cold eyes glanced over the board but found nothing that really interested her. The dead or alive posters were probably her only option considering she wouldn’t have to worry about letting the person live, however she found nothing interesting enough to want to do. A blank spot told her that one had been removed lately but she just didn’t’ have the energy to go looking for it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 8:03 pm
Mason GolemAge: 27 Weapon:Various mechanical devices, tools, and "formulas" Power: Power to control Electricity. Although he is able to project this energy in it's purest form, he finds it much too erratic, and prefers to harness it to power his machines. Bio: Blacksmith, Alchemist, Sorcerer, etc. There are many titles that Mason Golem had been credited with, but none quite describe him adequately. Mason was a mind who was born much too early for his time. A man who has an innate curiosity, intellect, craftmanship, was also blessed with the miraculous power to take his work to a whole different level. Thus he was known for making bizarre and incomprehensible devices and trinkets that became legendary for "coming alive." Thus he has become the Go-to man for the most interesting and unique "tools." He had also earned a reputation across the lands as a man of odd complexions. He had an unnatural slant of the eyes and he spoke the common tongue in a most peculiar dialect that no one could place. It was widely thought that he hailed from a far off land to the east, and changed his name. The wide consensus was that he must have committed some act that warranted a need to flee his own land. He also serves as a local "blacksmith." The Royal Family have made various offers, summons, and even threats to bring them into the official service of the kingdom, but he refused every time. When asked why he would do so, he would always reply "The King and his army lack imagination. I would end up mass producing the same sword and shield per standard! I prefer the free market, where people come to me with interesting challenges."
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 2:57 am
Mason didn’t like gloomy weathers. It wasn’t particularly about the brightness or sentiments. He hated the humidity. The moisture in the air tended to dampen the static in the environment. It was off putting for a man so attune to electricity. It made his power output erratic at most times. Thankfully, he had charged all of his power cells, and was in no need to use his unnatural powers.
He was just looking out the window contemplating the day’s schedule, when a chime near the entrance alerted him of a visitor. It was an old man, who looked very curious with the contraption that alerted Mason in the first place. “I could never understand how that bell rings every time a man walks in, seeing as there are no doors to ring it when someone opens it.” Mason smiled at the man’s curiosity. It was a common question asked by almost every single one who walked into his workshop. He didn’t call it his forge. He thought it was an unfitting word, considering that his work was a much more delicate to be compared with the crude procedure of simple Blacksmithing.
“It’s a little trick, using a little something I call a spring.” He explained. He plucked a little coil off his workbench and offered it to the old man.
“Very simple. These little forms can be either pressed in or pulled out beyond its normal length, but they return to their original form when released. Underneath the floor board of the entrance, there are a set of these that hold it up. When someone steps on it, it depresses and activates a switch, which pulls on the string that’s connected to the bell.”
“Fascinating…” The man concluded.
”Speaking of springs, I’ve applied it to the work you’ve requested.”
Mason motioned him to the back of his work shop and picked up a scythe leaning against the wall. It looked most peculiar with a brass body, a soft leather cushion grip and a lever. But the most distinguishing feature was that the blade of the scythe was folded toward the body instead of making an L.
”You came with a challenge of something that would help you reap your grains with your ailing back. Well, observe.”
He griped the scythe at the handle, the other hand on the lever. In a smooth motion, he pulled back the lever with a satisfying click. The blade subsequently followed by locking into the position of a normal Scythe.
“Now, as I explained earlier, this device is spring loaded. Remember to handle it with caution, as the potential energy of the loaded spring is quite potent. Never hold the scythe above the leather handle. I’ve made sure to put a guard to prevent any risk, but caution is extremely necessary. Just bring the blade close to the grain stack and press on the release switch.”
He brought the scythe to a haystack and demonstrated, clicking the switch. The scythe blade instantly was released and folded to its original position, effectively slicing the strands.
”Well, this will surely make harvesting much simpler! Thank you so much, Mason.”
”Oh no, it’s my pleasure. Now, about my payment…”
”Oh, yes, of course.” The old man led him out to the streets, and there stood a cart.
”Four bottles of mead, two wheel of cheese, one sack of wheat, and Firewood.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 2:18 pm
It wasn’t long before her picture was finished. She examined it closely and then the man. Only her subject had gotten up and was at her table examining the picture “ I was wondering why you kept starin at me like that.” he commented but the girl only looked at him and gave a small shrug. She could not speak, she had not had a voice for a very long time. She just straightened her clothes and grabbed her book, pulling it to her chest. A rather large hand clamped down on her shoulder and pushed her roughly back down. “I ain’t done talkin to you little lady. Stay and have a drink with me and my buds.” He waved his free hand over and before she knew it, Amara was surrounded by four rather large and drunk looking men.
She blinked, glancing between the set. She did not fear them, the guild had told her never to show your enemy fear. But there wasn’t much she could do in this kind of position. She glanced around looking for Ava, but the woman was nowhere to be seen. ’ So I’m alone…' she lowered her head and just listened to the men speak. They made loud and obnoxious jokes, complementing and insulting her at the same time. It wasn’t until the first man grabbed her again and gave her a good shaking, that she looked up at him.
“Are yeh deaf? Speak up girl. We can’t hear yer pretty voice.”
Amara jerked her arm out of his grasp and out of the chair. This caused her to stumble into the wall behind her. She shoved her notebook into her bag and reached down for her keys. She grasped them firmly and prepared for battle. “Awe look at her, such a cute little thing, thinks she’s gonna fight us…Let’s take her back with us. She’ll make a fine trophy.” She didn’t want to fight, she never wanted it.
She jerked her keys up and off her belt, taking grasp of one and held it out in front of the men. They laughed at her but clearly did not understand. Her eyes glowed slightly and she turned her hand down so that the key pointed at a chair. Immediately the chair began to move and kick about. It was soon joined by another and then a table. The things began to move around violently kicking and beating on her assailants. While they were confused, she took the chance to escape out the back ’ Ava is going to be very angry with me.” She thought with a silent sigh.
One could hear the commotion on the inside of the building but she just let it slip her mind. She would not allow the objects to rest until she was a safe distance away from the shop. ’At least no one had to die this time….. If Ava were here….” Oh yes, had the red head been present, those men would have all been dead, and possibly even the people who weren’t even involved. While she didn’t know where she was going, she decided not to stop until the sounds of the pub were long lost in her ears. Once they were, she deactivated her magic and placed her ring of keys back on her belt. her fingers traced the rough red cord around her neck.
She did not remember where she got it, only that she’d had it forever. The cool feel of the stone calmed her none the less. She paused and looked around, unfamiliar with the town they were in. If she went too far then Ava would lecture her but if she told Ava, then those guys would not live throughout the night. In the end she sighed in defeat and took a seat beside a large water fountain in the center of what could only be called a market district.
Here she once again pulled out her book and began to draw, only this time she did not pick a subject for she didn’t want a repeat of what just happened.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 3:38 pm
"Thank you for your business. Come back anytime you have a problem with it. It'll be my warranty." Mason assured.
"Ah! Just the man we wanted to see. How are we today?"
An all too familiar voice seemed to scratch Mason's ear. A most irritating diction.
"Captain. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
However, there was nothing pleasing about the meeting in Mason's voice.
"Business as usual, of course. Why else would the captain of the guard come down to such a miserable scrapyard? Once again, the most benevolent king wishes to offer you employment at the palace."
"Well, for such a benevolent offer, your king sure sounds displeased with the idea. Are you sure the palace wants me?"
"Alright, you got me. You may be a eccentric individual, but you are brilliant. I respect that, and I'll be honest with you. I don't like the idea of bringing you to the palace for hire. You're too radical. I like my workplace spotless and methodical. You keep things off standard, non-regulation. Frankly, individualism destroys solidarity. The desire to want to stand out creates dissent among the ranks."
"Wow, you took the words right out of my mouth, Captain. As such, I trust you will adequately pass onto his highness that I respectfully decline his offer."
The captain however, gripped the back of his collar and pulled him back to his attention, rather rudely , as well.
"However, it is not my place to question the King's judgement. Rather, it is my duty to carry out the king's wishes completely. Therefore. this time, I'm going to have to insist you come with me and begin your work in the palace from now on."
As much as Mason tried to be polite so far, enough was enough. He was done dealing with this pretentious b*****d.
"I've been respectful enough to be polite and courteous in my declination of the king's offer. And I've been good enough to respect his authority enough to oblige to entertain his special requests and orders. But I do not appreciate your disrespectful tone. And I'm fairly sure that's not the tone the King employs when he orders you to hire me, unless he's a tyrant.
At this, the captain of the guard smiled amusingly.
"You should be careful of what you say. Those sound awfully like words of a traitor. Perhaps that is what you are? Is that why you ran from your home country? You know, it IS my duty to keep the peace, and perhaps it is time for me to take you in and question some of the questionable rumors surrounding you, stranger..."
Mason's expression scrunched up with offense, but there didn't seem to be a way around it. And it was evident the Captain of the guard knew this.
"One way or another, I think I'll be taking you in."
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Ghostly_apparition Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 4:57 pm
Albius left his office the tinkling of the rain on his armor one of the only things he heard at the moment as he walked out of the courtyard. Moving out of the castle grounds Albius moved slowly nodding at the citizens that acknowledge him. Albius loved this city though many knew him as the kings High justice he loved to just be acknowledged as another one of the the kings subjects. Moving without a horse in the darkness of a rainy day without many people on the streets Albius was free to look up at the cloudy sky and enjoy the walk through the city streets. Albius walked into the merchant district one of the closest districts to the castle. Albius had to buy a few things and thus decided to buy the things he needed for his evening meal. Albius smiled as he stopped at a vendor who at first didnt look up at who had stopped to examine his roasted chicken pieces at the front of his shop. Albius tapped the counter and handed the vendor the money for two pieces and turned to leave with the chicken the vendor looking at him cautiously as Albius took the meat and walked on. Albius was walking along when he came upon his favorite shop to at least look in. Technology interested him to no end. As a man who dealt in a form of sorcery and studied its effects technology was one of the mysteries Albius loved. Looking in through the window he watched as Captain of the guard tormenting the man inside Albius entered and stood silently in the shop as the door closed the sound of a bell going off alerting the two men some one had entered.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:39 pm
The lines came so easily to her, spreading across the page. They formed an image, one that she was so familiar with, but at the same time she did not know. The picture was of a small family. She was present and she knew this as the smallest person was clearly designed and easily seen as a smaller version of herself. However the other three had no faces. She could never finish this picture, no matter how hard she tried. Because of this, the small child which was obviously herself, was left crying in the corner of the page. She paused as she heard a commotion not more then ten feet away from her.
She glanced up, watching what she had learned to be, the captain of the guard and a shop keeper going at it. It didn’t seem too bad until she really listened to what was being said. She did her best to ignore it and turned her attention to another man. He was walking about and when people looked at him thy seemed to smile. In turn she smiled, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. She longed for people to look up to her that way but she was a shadow, an assassin that really had no right to even be here in the day light.
’I’ll be taking you in.’ Those words were familiar to her as well so her attention turned back to the captain and the shop owner. She bit her lip, frowning. The shop owner had done nothing wrong. He just seemed like an interesting fellow, from her view point. Her attention was drawn back to the smiling man. He had joined the pair and she found all her subjects standing together. This did not smell good. Trying not to be too noticeable, she flipped the page of her note book and removed a thin brush from her bag along with a vial of ink. She dipped the brush in this ink and immediately began to draw at an alarming rate.
Maybe Ava wouldn’t yell at her if no one noticed that she did anything? She just couldn’t leave the situation as it was. The smiling man looked like he was good, so if he got mixed in with something that could ruin him, she would feel bad for him, however something had to be done about the captain, he was obviously in the wrong. As she drew the last line she closed the ink and placed the brush in her mouth. ’Come alive my friends, please try to be inconspicuous.” the ink oozed off the book, gathered at her feet and slithered across the ground. A good three feet or so away from her it formed above the ground, turning into a dozen or so black rats.
People who were close enough to see the rats began to panic and run about to protect their shops from the infestation. The rats, however, did not run for the food, they went for the captain. She didn’t want people to fight, she hated seeing it, even if she wasn’t involved, this had to be the only option, right? However that was far from inconspicuous, at least they didn't form right next to her, now that would be a problem. Instead of running off like everyone else, she just curled up closer to the fountain and pulled her book up to hide her face. From there she controlled her rats and pretended to draw.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:56 pm
"Resilient, aren't you?" The Captain sneered and pulled out a pair of cuffs. The very darned ones that Mason mass produced for the king.
"We'll see if we can get you to be a little more talkative at the dungeons."
Then he heard a chime at the open doorway to find Albius shadowing the threshold.
"Ah! High justice! You're just in time! I was just in the middle of apprehending the black smith. Could you believe this scrap collector refused the royal offer? Hah! Well, we figured we'd take him in any way, since there's some unruly rumor about the slant-eyed foreigner. I suspect I got everything under control, sir."
The Captain blabbered as he clanked the cuffs on Mason behind his back.
"You up to this too, Albius?" Asked Mason. Albius was a regular visitor, and he enjoyed his company enough, since he was respectful.
"Silence! You shall not speak to the high justice in that tone!" The captain growled and lunged a kick at him.
To his immense surprise, Mason grabbed his kick.
"Wha-? How-? I cuffed you!"
"I always build in a fail-safe on my work." Mason grinned.
"Tr...Treason!" The captain shouted and grabbed for his sword.
But before he could pull them out, a pack of rats lunged at his legs and started to gnaw at his calves.
"Aaaiii!!!" The captain squealed and hopped around to get the rats off of him, all the way out to the open plaza.
"Confounded pests!! Somebody get them off of me!!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:08 am
Albius moved forward and placed his hand on Mason's shoulder steadying himself as he laughed so hard he almost fell over ignoring the fact the rats came out of no where." "We" no! I have spoken with the king very recently about you Mason and yes you are a man of interest but only for your genius. When you refused Mason and explained your reasons the King accepted your refusal. The King is no unreasonable brigand like the Captain. I will have to remind him myself never to use the kings name in his own idiocy. I didnt promote the captain to his position he was promoted to his position by his father one of the Kings generals. But next time if he does come to take you in and I am not here since I interrogate most of the prisoners you may have to sit in a cell for an hour or two since I cant demote him. As the kings high justice of the peace I can only keep the peace. But personally I can challenge him to a duel and teach him the lesson I cant do as the Justice of the peace. Though if it comes to any other such things I can always reprimand him and put him in the new spring locked cell we just had put in the back of my office." Albius smiled and looked devilishly mischievous." I will just say I forgot how to work the lock."
Albius turned and moved over to Masons counter looking at what looked like the plans for a spring loaded scythe." This is ingenious." Albius looked over the plans with a keen eye with an almost child's curiosity." Mason you could put these plans to more than just for cutting grain. You could put these plans to use for say spring loaded forearm blades? I would even offer up my own swords for experimentation?"
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Ghostly_apparition Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 11:26 am
Amara had to bite back a giggle, though it obviously would have no sound, as the captain came out of the shop screaming. She watched the rats over her note book, just smiling at the fact that she felt she had made a difference. It wasn’t often that she got to do good things. She placed her brush to the paper and began to draw once more, mostly to get the rest of the ink out of the brush. A few more rats came to life joining their brethren in the attacking of the captain. A smile came to her lips and Amara leaned back to watch her work. She lowered her brush into the water to wash it out and placed it in her bag, her work done.
As she got up to leave, she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and give a hash tug. She turned around to see a very angry looking red head. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? “ She gave another rough tug that sent Amara flying past her and her legs knocked into the fountain. She winced from the pain but did not fight back. “Disperse them immediately, what if someone saw? What if they knew it was you? You’d better not get us caught.” She lectured in a hushed whisper. Lucky for them the captain was much louder than she.
Amara bit her lip and looked over to where the captain was being attacked by the rats. If she let him go, then he would just charge back in there and hurt that man… but the happy man, the one she’d seen earlier, he was being nice. So perhaps the two were friends? With a soft sigh she bowed her head and looked away. The rats burst into ink, splashing the captain where they had been attached. Ava’s hands clamped down on her shoulders and shook her before pulling a hand back and slapping the younger girl. “You know I care for you, I’m trying my best to protect you, but when you go and do unnecessary things, you put us both at risk. Now come on, it’s time to go.”
The red stung her cheek but she did not even look at the woman who had hit her. She felt bad. Ava was so angry but at the same time, all her words were true. They were suppose to remain in the shadows, suppose to kill people…. Not play around with some egocentric captain. Amara glanced once behind her, her eyes shifting to the shop owner. He seemed so very familiar, though he was quite far away and behind a glass window, she could still feel it. Slowly she shook her head and her fingers grasped the stone around her neck. ‘ I just want to go home…I’m sick of all this.'
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