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PostPosted: Sat Apr 22, 2017 11:56 pm 

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The kingdom of Trovell was known for being a cruel and barbarous land, as was its ruler, Johnathan Dracus. The man was ruthless to all who resided in his kingdom. His wife, Jane, was no different. During their reign they had three children. The first was a daughter named Coraline, who would eventually inherit the throne. The next was a boy they named Isaac. Shortly after Isaac was their youngest daughter, Skyler. It was no surprise that the king and queen raised their children to be just as cold and indifferent as they were. Coraline was a natural, easily picking up every lesson she learned and every barbaric rule. She was a natural leader which pleased the king. Isaac was a loyal follower, obeying every rule without question and without a conscious thought for his actions. The youngest of the three, however, was different. Skyler Dracus was not cruel or vicious by nature. She was kind to her people and showed compassion. The king and queen began to notice and began to restrict her access to the outside world. When she attended the courts or any family business, she was to remain silent and obey. Which she faithfully did throughout her childhood.

Soon after Skye's eighteenth birthday, her mother passed from an unknown disease. The king was distraught and began spiraling, quickly loosing his mind. This delighted Coraline, the oldest daughter, as she knew it was a matter of time before he passed and she alone completely ruled. Isaac, who had become a the greatest knight in the kingdom, had his own plan for when his father died. He had his eyes on a neighboring princess, and was willing to go to war for her, but his father forbid it, claiming it was a waste of resources and men. So the two oldest children plotted against the old king, as they felt he wasn't dying fast enough. They created a plan and when the time was right, they poisened the king. It was officially reported that the king died of grief, but Skyler, who was forced to watch from the shadows, knew otherwise. Coraline was now officially the queen of Trovell, and she gave her blessing to her brother, who immediately began recruiting for the war to come. The kingdom was in an organized chaos, Coraline being the orginizrd leader she was. More people starved, more died. More people committed themselves to the queens army, haveing no other way to provide for their families.

Of course every kingdom has its rebels. Trovell was no different. Rumors spread of an organization that was raised to bring down the Dracus family. The cruel and barbaric queen had to be stopped. But at that point, the only thing they could do was support each other and make trouble for the royal family, as they weren't strong enough to completely topple the family. It soon reached the ears of the Dracus' that there was a rebel group, and it soon became a small civil war in the kingdom. Skye of course heard about it but felt too trapped by her loyalty to her family to act. Of course everyone has their breaking point.

One day, during the royal court where they pretended to listen to the problem of the people, it was brought to the queens attention that one of the maids was carrying the rebel colors. This maid happened to be a childhood friend of Skye's. As the pleas were heard tears were shed, Skye silently sent a prayer to the gods for help for the poor girl. But they went unanswered as Isaac stept forward and executed the woman in the court. Skye finally broke, screaming and yelling at her brother, cursing his name. Corline tried to keep order, but Skye continued to onslaught of harsh words and curses. Corline attempted to control her sister by wrapping her arms around Skye. But Skye swung around and scratched Coraline. The queen looked up at her sisters face, her cheek bleeding slightly. "Skyler Dracus, I banish you from this castle and I wash you from the royal name. Get her out of my sight!" She snarled, going back to her seat. The men quickly took Skye and threw her out of the castle. Isaac looked as if, for the first time, he was going to intervine. "Coraline, why would you do that? She's now free to help the rebels. What if she's the rallying point they need?" He asked hestinatly. Coraline just smirked in that famous Dracus way. "No worries. No one will help her. She's a Dracus. She's more of an outcast out there than she ever was here." Isaac nodded and returned to his post.

Skye fell face first into the mud outside. The guards laughed, stripping her of her royal robes and throwing rags onto her body. Skye sat up, wiping mud and tears from her eyes. She put on the rags and began to walk aimlessly. Coraline was right of course, nobody would help a Dracus. But most people outside the main city really didn't know who she was, as she was kept secluded from society even after her fathers death. She wondered through the kingdom without really thinking, until one night, she heard a rumor of the rebels. She also heard of a rogue member, who seemed to take great pleasure in making the royal family's life a living hell. They were such a nucience that Skye remembered even hearing the name in the courts. And idea popped into her head. It wasn't much, not even a real plan. But she just knew she need to find this rogue. Maybe somehow it would help bring down her sister. It was an odd concept, nor something she ever really thought about. Loyalty was everything to Skye. But she knew there was no other choice.


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For years the people had suffered under the rule of the royal family. A cruel and disgusting bunch that only sought to bring pain and misery to the good people of Trovell. Suffering that appeared to have no end was all that many had to look forward to until the day when they were finally granted death. Peace and freedom from the world. A sad thing to look forward to, but when each and every day was one hell after another one could not be blamed for it.

Hopeless lives looking toward an end. These were the lives of the people that was until a group formed. Those who were tired of suffering and wanted to see an end to the pain. Who wanted to be free! Wanted to wake up to the morning and not just muddle through until death finally took them. These few became many and the many banded together. United and fueled by the same righteous anger and sense of justice, these rebels rose up to oppose the ruling family. Put an end to their tyranny and save the kingdom from a dark and dismal future. Within the Kingdom walls they were as ghosts, moving within the cover of darkness and through the crowded streets. Whispering and fanning the flames of justice to keep the hope of citizens alive, least it be extinguished. Snuffed out under the boots of their oppressors and their army.

It was a known fact that the woods were their home their territory. Vast and thick, they hid the heroes from the many attempts of capture and struck fear into the hearts of merchants and squads alike. For only the brave, or foolish, dared to travel the roads unless escorted by a full detail of armed men. Even then, the chances of escaping unmolested were slim to none. Which is what the current merchant had found out.

A tree, large and heavy laid along the path and blocked his way. The horse at the head of the cart pawed nervously at the ground while he cast weary eyes to the thick shadows of the tree line along the road. There was no way around the log, so there was only the option to move it or go back and try another route. Moving the log would require more strength that he had with him and unhooking the horse for such a task would leave them both vulnerable to attack. This left him with the only option to find another way.

“Come on, girl” the merchant clicked softly to the mare and tugged at the reigns. “Let’s go back and take another road.” Yet, just as the cart began to move again movement from the woods caught his eye and from behind his cart there came a voice.
“I’m afraid that is not possible,” strong and confident. Even to the man at the head of the cart, the voice held a measure of authority that he was almost compelled to respond to. “We will be taking what you have hidden beneath the common wares you were going to sell in the market,” the word stressed made the man’s grip on the reigns tighten.

“I don’t know what you are referring to. I am merely a merchant trying to sell his wares within the Kingdom, nothing more.”

“I am no fool and I would like for you to not address me like I am one. But, we know you carry the gold of the Queen and we would have it from you. The wares that you say you planned to sell, you of course may keep, but the gold we will take.”

A soft chuckle left the man’s lips as he dropped the reigns and drew the knife he had hidden beneath his cloak. “You have said we many a time and yet you are alone,” from the seat he dropped to the ground landing on his with practiced ease. “So, maybe you are bluffing and do not know who you are dealing with?”

The hooded figure did not move, nor do much of anything and yet as the man with the knife thought to advance further toward them an arrow came from the wood and landed right where his next step would have been. “You must be a new mercenary. Confident in your skill and that the rumors are nothing but lies,” the hood was allowed to fall back and a woman met the eyes of the man. Hair bright and the color of fire with eyes that were as green as the leaves that surrounded them. Tall and confident, her head was held high and there was no fear there. This was not someone to underestimate or insult, not if you valued your life.

“I assure you they are not and you are in the presence of Ezra, leader of the Trovell rebellion. My men will not kill you unless I say so and I am rather itching for a fight, so if you think you can best me by all means attack. However, I should warn you that even if I lose you will also lose your life and the rebellion will continue on. You are but paid in Gold to protect the wealth of a cruel ****ing who cares nothing for you or she would have sent an escort to meet you. So, tell me what shall it be? You leave with your life? Have a chance to earn more gold. Or, you fight for the gold of someone who probably would have killed you the moment you delivered the gold, so just that she could have it all for herself,” a pause there as the sword she held was brought into view from beneath the thick cloak she wore. “Make your choice and choose your path.”

Nothing moved in that moment, save for the swishing of the tail from the horse that waited by nervously to see what its master would do. The man and woman stared one another down for what felt like an eternity before he finally relented and sheathed his blade.

“Not worth it,” was all he said before he turned and continued down the road on his own.

“Disappointing,” the woman replied and sheathed her own blade. “I had hoped for a good fight today. All well,” a sigh and she brought two fingers to her lips and gave sharp whistle. Men appeared from the shadows, almost like they were melted from it, “Get the log and cart off the road. Take the gold and distribute most of it among the people. Keep what we need for food and supplies.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Orders were rushed to be carried out as Ezra left the scene to disappear among the trees. Another day and another small cut along the beast that was the ruling royal family. Someday soon she would stab them right in the heart. She would not rest until that was done.

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PostPosted: Wed May 10, 2017 12:37 am 

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The loud sound of her heart echoed in Skye's ears as she sat perfectly still behind a tree. "Cmon, I think she went this way!" Came a gruff voice not far from Skyes hiding spot. Skye held her breath as the many footsteps faded quickly, the men running in the direction they though she went. After about a minute, Skyler let out a sigh of relief. The men were slaver thugs, and she had stumbled right into their camp. Luckily, none of them noticed who she was, so she was sure the search for her would soon die out. Before she they began to chase her, Skye overheard part of their conversation. It had something to do with the royal family, and something about the rebels and a huge cut they found on a mercenary a few days ago. From the sounds of it, a main rebel village wasn't far from where the camp was.

Skye stood from behind her tree, brushed off some dead leaves and twigs, and began marching in the direction she hoped was the village. Lucky for her, she finally stumbled upon a road. Honestly, she had no idea where she was going, but she thought she was going the right was as she saw plenty of people and caravans in the distance. By the time she made it to the outskirts of the village, it was dark. She put up the hood on her cloak, pulled it in tight and began to walk through the streets.

It was a horrifying scene. The were elderly on the side roads, asking for spare change. There were small children, begging passerby's for scraps of bread. It was a sickening sight, but even more so when she realized her family had done this. She tried to pull her eyes away and just walk, tried to ignore the cries for help. The farther into the village she got, however, the less people seemed to need. Deciding where to go, she remembered hearing from commoners that visited the castle that pubs were a great place for news and gossip. So she began to make her way towards the middle of the village. She found the pub, and entering found a completely different scene.

Everyone seemed happy, or at least worry free. People were dancing, clapping, kissing, having a great time. Skye found her way to the bar and sat down, putting her bag on the floor in front of her. The bartender, a hefty woman, came over. "What'll it be, darlin?" She asked. Skye looked up at her then back down. "Just...just some mead...with a splash of....h-honey," She stammered. She internally berraded herself. How was she gonna get any information if she couldn't even order a drink properly?! The woman just gave her a curious look and poured her mead.

"You new around here, sweetheart?" The bartender asked, cleaning a mug. Skyes eyes darted a bit. "Yeah.. Just got in."

"Well if you need a place to rest, we have rooms upstairs, if you don't mind the noise. It can get a bit rowdy in here." The lady chuckled. Skye took a sip. "Thank you." She sat for a second, drinking her mead. The lady kept glancing at her. Then her eyes grew wide. "Is that....is that the royal family crest?" She asked suspiciously. Skye's eyes also grew wide with fear. She pulled her cloak over the pin. "Is it!? I bought it off a traveling merchant. Thought it looked pretty." She stumbled over her words. How could she be so stupid!? Leaving her pin on her persons. Where others could see it. She decided she didn't have the guts to do any snooping tonight. She lay some coin on the table. "I'll take that room then. Thank you for the mead. It was lovely." She stood up and drained the mug. The lady watched her as she left. "Second door on the right." She said.

Skye climbed the stairs, clutching her bag. She found the room and shut the door. She threw her bag on the floor and flopped on the bed. She was so worn out, she almost instantly fell asleep. She didn't want to think about anything that night. She didn't want to think about her family, the poor people, or the fact that her life was in danger from just being away from the castle. She has no plan. She was screwed.


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There was a methodical means to which she worked the wetstone across the edge of her blade. First one side and then the other. The action not truly needed because of how well she tended to the sword in general. However, one had to do something to past the time and there was a sense of pleasure at how keen the edge could become. How deadly it was. At least to those that warranted that edge, so much could be done with just the flat of the blade. Those moments when she toyed with someone while she fought to get answers.

In the darkness she worked, the only light being the few sparks that kicked up from when the stone met the edge of the blade. It seemed to be the noise needed to awaken the girl who was asleep on the bed. One of the few pieces of furniture in the sparsely furnished room.

“I was afraid that I would have to physically wake you, which for you would not be a good thing,” Ezra replied the sword still in hand. “Now this is the situation as you see it,” she remarked. “You are one of three things,” up from the chair she stood and stalked over to the bed. “One you are just dumb and came across that trinket. Two, you are a dumb thief that stole that from someone who is going to come looking for you…” there was a pause now as Ezra looked over her blade. “Last but probably the most damning of the three. You are the princess that was recently sent away by her siblings. A valuable bit of information for me, but a terrible bit of information for you. Because your family every last single one of them is a worthless piece of **** that has done nothing but hurt us and abuse their power. Even if you were cast out, your blood is the same as their own. So, you are just as guilty as them.”

Now beside the bed, sword pointed to the girl, “Tell me why I should not kill you?”

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Skye sat at the dinner table with her siblings like any other day. It was a normal evening, Isaac was bragging about the hunt he had recently went on. Coraline was busy goading about a new dress she had the seamstress make. All was well in the castle. Except for the chef, who was sharpening his knives at the table. This was odd, as the cooks never cut the meat at the table, it was considered a threat to approach royalty with any weapon unless an official guard. But Skye brushed away her unease. This man had been the family chef for decades. The sharpening went on for a while until Skye realized everyone was staring at her, silent. She began to feel more and more uncomfortable. She looked at around at her family, then at the chef. He slowly grinned at her and then suddenly lunged. She woke immediately in her bed. Wait....her bed? The sheets felt wrong, and it smelled of old mead. Then she heard it. The same sharpening sound from her dream.

A woman began talking and she immediately sat up to face the stranger. Skye's first impression of her was that she was intimidating. It wasn't just because she sat there sharpening a sword while Slye slept, the that did make Skye wary of the woman's sanity. No, her features were strong. She held herself in a way that made everyone else aware that she was in charge. The woman spoke with the power of a leader. But it wasnt power like her father and sister. It was different. Skye couldn't quite place it.

The woman began walking slowly towards the bed. Skye began scooting back until her back it the wall. She pressed herself against it as much as she could, as if the wall could somehow just suck her in and protect her. Her heart was beating so loud, she was sure the woman heard it. Skye had never once been in an altercation of any sort. She had no idea what to do.

The woman listed off three options, and Skye desperately wanted to lie. She wanted to say she just came across it by accident. She was even willing to just give it to her. But she couldn't form words. At all. It solidified the truth to the stranger of course. She was the most damning of them all. She watched as the sword was turned towards her. Her breath hitched and she about passed out. "P-p-please. I'm...I'm not...like....th-th-them." She was finally able to force something out, though it probanly wasn't the best thing to say. There was no way the stranger would believe that. Skye had had n say in the way the kingdom was run. She was to sit at the side and look pretty while others did the work. And in a way, sitting silent was almost as cruel as killing the people herself. But, that was not her heart. That's not what she wanted. The cruelty that ran.through her families veigns was not in Skhes. But no would possibly believe that. "I beg you....do-dont kill m-m-me. Please. I'll do anything." She oleaded, fear in her eyes and voice. Begging was all that she could think to do at this point.


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