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     The Turning Tides, Krox, Ruby, Rone, Rod, and Henry
    Kroxloq Bonescale
     Posted: Jan 12 2017, 06:45 PM
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    Member
    Ram
    Hisseth (Alpha)
    Armored Reaver
    Aldcliff, Hembria
    Lawful Neutral
    Level 11-15
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    Octava 9th, 502AS

    They moved like shadows in the night, unseen and unheard, this horde of muscle and scale, hellbent on the destruction of their oppressors, and the blood of their warriors. Hisseth, now numbered in the easy thousand or more, hulking figures of numerous tribes, all rallied by the call of their greatest warchief, Kroxloq Bonescale. The city of Rothsay lay before them, its coastal region of fertile lands lending well to those who sought to sneak upon the city in the dead of night. With the flames of war lit, and rumors of Hembria and Vihera alike making their move against Arum's royal crown, there would never be a greater opportunity to attack than this. Without the light of the moon, and the stars masked by the clouded sky, the Hisseth could move freely, without fear of being spotted as their golden eyes watched the walls of the city.

    Though devoid of war machines, they carried with them the tools necessary to ascend the city walls, hooks, claws, ropes and more, all strapped to the bodies of the warriors who sought to raze the city. Among them, Kroxloq and his shaman, to be flanked by the sole two humans among their number, bloodlust in the eyes of the massive Alpha who looked hungrily upon the city. It was a blasphemous thing, these walls, an unsightly assault against his might that allowed these humans to think themselves safe behind but a few feet of stone. For that offense, he would see the city streets run red, and the soldiers who inhabited the walls flung from the parapets. Casting his gaze to the Alphas who had chosen to follow him on this path to war, the silent order was passed and the horde hustled towards the walls.

    With surprising speed and silence alike, the first parties who reached the walls began to scale them with haste, their massive claws finding purchase in the stone as they climbed ever higher. The first sounds of battle could be heard, when the Hisseth reached the tops, hurling the bodies of armored soldiers from the walls while battling their way to the gatehouse. A single arrow flew high, alight with fire as a signal to the rest. A mere hundred yards or so from the gates, all moved with a raging fury as the Hisseth trumpted to the skies with their battlecries, Kroxloq to be the first in the charge towards the gates that now slowly opened to welcome the invading host. Within and among the walls, Arumian soldiers panicked and screamed, flares launched to the skies and alarm bells tolled frantically as the city arose to find themselves beset upon by the scaled horde.

    Kroxloq crossed the threshold of the city, his massive weapon brought to bear that cleaved through the bodies of his enemies indiscriminately, Qrohurek alongside his Chieftain with mighty spells and swift strikes from his staff. Bellowing his warcry, Kroxloq shook the earth and demanded all to move forward, this city would learn thrice times over, what the might of the Hisseth truly was. At Ruby's side, rode a lone horseman, his sword and shield brought forth as he stood in the saddle of his black stallion. His green eyes looked to his mate, a moment of reassurance to be had in her appearance as the warpaint that shown upon his face hid his hardened features. Unsettled and unsupportive of this attack, Rone fell to one thought, and one thought only, safeguarding the woman whom he had chosen to ride alongside.
    Ruby Ellezaro
     Posted: Jan 13 2017, 04:51 PM
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    Queen of Arum
    Sato
    Kadmian Human
    Pirate, Priestess
    Ebenbella, Open Waters
    Neutral Good
    Level 6-10
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    In the dark cover of the night, Ruby led her war mare into battle beside the long strides of her Alpha. With the gathered horde of Hisseth at their backs - all racing to enter the city - the young priestess placed her focus upon casting her supportive spells first, and saving the others to heal whatever wounds her companions took up. Taking on an Arumian city had been a gamble, even with as many hisseth clans came to Kroxloq's call. Reaching numbers beyond the count of a thousand, easily, they were still outnumbered by the city guard and Arumian army within.

    Taking up the city walls in an ambush was their best option, though it was no guarantee of their success. Using her knees to guide her mare through the oncoming throng of guards that acted as the first wave attempt to safeguard the city, Ruby used her spear with deadly proficiency. It had seen her through countless battles now, and as she lashed out, stabbed through her enemies, and swept incoming riders off their horses, she never once let her guard down. The hisseth could take care of themselves, but she was worried about the man by her side.

    Not because he couldn't handle himself in battle. No, he had proven before that he was capable. It was the fact that he meant something to her. It'd happened fast and she'd been blindsided to stopping it, but Ruby quickly found herself enraptured by the man who had fought - literally, fought - for the right to be her bedmate. Dragging him along into battles he didn't support had left a tight knot in her stomach, and the fact that they didn't have the upper hand in this battle had her constantly checking over her shoulder to ensure his safety.

    As the floods of Arumian soldiers began to file through the streets to form a fleshy blockade against the onslought of hisseth pouring in passed the gates, Ruby brought up walls of stone to block their way. Forcing the enemy to bottle neck at certain intersections gave her side an easier time of clawing down the guards trying to stop them. It also gave the newer tribes of lizardfolk something to focus on - instead of the running, screaming citizens trying to flee their homes from the onslaught. She didn't blame them, for the force of shining, painted scales made for an intimidating thing.

    As they filtered through with fang, claw, and bloodied weapon, the sounds of heavily-armored soldiers on horseback could be heard - clammoring through the streets towards the sound of battle. They'd enough time to ready themselves while the rest of the guard fell to the hisseth. Now, the real battle would begin. Trading her spear for her macuahuitl and shield, she cast a windwall, but knew it wouldn't stop the entire hail of arrows coming in from the archers upon the rooftops and wall. And as the skies filled with arrows, armored soldiers crashed against the warring hisseth in a bloody battle for the ages.
    Rone Driscol
     Posted: Jan 13 2017, 05:39 PM
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    King of Arum
    Ram
    Kadmian Human
    Fighter / Slave
    Arum
    Chaotic Good
    Level 1-5
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    It was a vicous scene, this battle between man and monster, yet, who was the monster in this war? The Hisseth raged, unhinged and filled with bloodlust in knowing that their warband had come to face the true strength of the Arumian Army. Slaughtering guardsmen by the dozens, what the Hisseth lacked in numbers was quickly made up for by raw strength and sheer size. For every Hisseth who fell or found themselves brutally wounded, they made certain to descecrate and destroy four more along with them. All notions of safety and self-preservation had left these proud warriors, for only one thing was on their mind, following their warchief and seeing this city burn. Kroxloq meant to see that come to fruition, for as the cavalry charged, his massive weapon cleaved entire collums in half, flooring individual charges as if they were gnats before a giant.

    By Ruby's side, fought the same man she had taken for her mate. Rone's blade lashed out, back and forth as he fought from horseback, deflecting what he could with his shield, and letting his mail handle the rest. Though a human, he fought with a tenacity that rivaled any of the Hisseth that swarmed about them like a great tide of scales and fangs. True, he hated these creatures but his mate had chosen to ride alongside them, and he had chosen to ride alongside her. Cutting a bloody path before him, Rone desperately acted in the preservation of the warmaiden he fought alongside, making certain to keep every soldier foolish enough to approach at a safe distance. Yet, what safety would there be when the rooftops were taken, and the regulars sounded their charge?

    The warhorns of Arum's army filled the air, just as their arrows filled the night sky. Bringing his shield to bear, Rone steered his stallion up alongside Ruby's mare, and did what he might to protect them both from the hail of arrows. Safe though he kept her, several clanked against his armor, one plunging hard into his thigh as he rode. Around them, the Hisseth snarled and roared, bringing up their own wooden shields to protect themselves while the magic of shamans sought to clear the rooftops with fire and lightning. Before them, at the front of it all, Kroxloq fought like a demon, his great macuahuitl crushing the armored chargers who fell upon them like a steam roller. The lines shattered, and chaos reigned supreme in an instant as the plate mailed cavalrymen of Arum skewered Hisseth with their spears, and struck with blades alike.

    A stray lance reached out, aimed for the man upon his stallion, giving Rone barely time enough to level his shield before he was launched completely from his saddle, falling to his back with a hard thud of his head against the cobblestone roads. Dazed, it was a miracle the man was not trampled. Rolling slowly to his side, he felt the warmth of blood against the back of his head, and his vision remained blurred but that would not stop the man from reaching for his saddle once more, cleaving those infantrymen who followed after the initial charge of Arum's cavalry. The tides shifted, and the Hisseth roared, refusing anything short of victory, even when faced by these insurmountable odds as the numbers of their foes only grew. Mighty though a thousand and more Hisseth were, what hope could they have when faced by several thousand of Arum's regulars?

    At the forefront, Kroxloq and Qrohurek battled, the Alphas from seven other tribes struggling to reform the lines as they swung their great weapons about them with a berserker's rage. Yet, impressive as it was, as deeply as they pushed into the city streets, their momentum fell and faltered before the stalwart defense of cavalrymen and tower shields alike. Arrows rained down from on high, and death became a near certainty. Rone, barely climbing into his saddle, looked to his mate with fear, not for himself but in knowing as the arrows fell, that they faced a battle they absolutely could not win. The odds plummeted further as stone walls were shattered, and the armies hustled through the streets to outmaneuver the Hisseth, surrounding them within the tight confines of the city streets. Aye, death would come, and he feared it.

    Rone reached to his mate, grabbing hold of her by the arm for what he feared might be their last, pressing a kiss to her lips before he saw the approach of another charge. Kicking his horse forward, Rone placed himself firmly between Ruby and the lances of the enemy. He had no magics, no arrows, only a sword and shield, with waning strength and blood pooling from the back of his head. A roar upon his lips, the man's voice was abruptly overridden by an even greater roar, and the flapping of great wings in the night sky. Jets of fire shot forth from the maw of a mythical beast, its bronze and golden hued scales shining in the light of its own fire as it incinerated the collums of Arumian soldiers that littered the streets. Straining his green eyes to look upon the massive Adventhian, Rone could barely make out the visage of a man in crimson armor who rode from the dragon's back, and heard the distant blows of warhorns, not of this nation.
    Ruby Ellezaro
     Posted: Jan 14 2017, 11:26 AM
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    Queen of Arum
    Sato
    Kadmian Human
    Pirate, Priestess
    Ebenbella, Open Waters
    Neutral Good
    Level 6-10
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    Caught up in the tides of bloody warfare, Ruby never shied from the onslaught nor thought to retreat. They needed to win here - for the cause if nothing else. Her revenge aside, the young priestess never once let doubt deter her from striding ever-deeper into the throng. When Rone was unhorsed, however, there was a moment when when she faltered in moving forward. She very nearly dismounted to join him - leaving Kroxloq's flank to tend to her mate - but she rejoiced when he got back up and seemed well enough to continue.

    Even as they became pinned and the odds stacked ever-higher against them, Ruby only turned to Rone when he gathered her attention and kissed her with might have been their last breath. But low-and-behold, as she was about to utter her final words of thanks and love to his kindness and devotion, the sky turned bright with the onset of their coming victory. Lifting her eyes to watch the golden scales of an Adventhian swoosh passed under the guidance of who could only be the King of Hembria, she lifted her weapon the skies and let out a warcry in his honor.

    The sounds rolling up from the bay weren't just canon blasts and mage spells. Several ships were attacked by an unseen force lurking just beneath the surface. Ruby could remember when they'd first employed "Krellor". The massive, eight-headed creature of legend with long, strong tentacles and the ability to swallow ships whole. By now, the beast had doubled in size, and she could only imagine the terror Captain Morgan's foes were facing at it's mercy as their escape route to the sea was obliterated by creature and Viheran forces alike.

    "We will not die here this day!" Rejuevenated in her attempts, she looked to Rone and bared her white teeth with a grin of determination. She could have been oh so wrong, and taken any number of killing blows as she spurred her horse into action once more. But damned if she was going to let that stop her from at least trying to take the city. Keeping her mate well within reach so that he could take a healing spell or two when he needed it, Ruby otherwise felt as though she had become the visage of the wild woman he always claimed her be.

    Warbraid twirled about her shoulders as she helped the hisseth horde cleave a bloody path towards the shore - and the aid of their allies met them somewhere in the middle to take out their common foes with a devastating attack. Feeling her lungs burn and her wounds ache, Ruby didn't stop until there was no one left to slay. Finding the city square amess with bodies and blood, she looked to the skies and water-way and waited for the King and her former Captain to join them in victory. All that was left now was to storm the castle, and that wouldn't stand a chance.
    Roderick Kramar
     Posted: Jan 14 2017, 03:15 PM
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    King of Hembria
    Ram
    Half-Adventhian Dragon, Half-Kadmian Human
    Avatar of Creyos
    Aldcliff, Hembria
    Lawful Neutral
    Level 21+
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    Long absent from the battlefield these few months, Hembria's own king had reveled at the opportunity to see to his final foe in the north, Arum. Courtesy of his wife, the man had learned well of a Hisseth Chieftain who had been found within the grounds of Aldcliff's since cleansed collusseam, and as such, had kept his eyes keen to the east of his kingdom, eagerly awaiting the precise moment at which it'd be best to strike out. If Kroxloq had succeeded, and this feral creature had come to rally his people, then that would be the time at which Hembria would move in conjunction with Vihera, all in the effort to wipe Arum's military might completely from the map, and see the nation brought to heel beneath the combined leadership of Hembria, and Vihera alike. With thanks, the Hisseth had not only rallied but set themselves to the warpath, creating all the opportunity the allied nations required to strike.

    Here and now, he had come on the back of the Adventhian to aid in securing the failing tribes, and make certain they reached the city center. From astride the massive creature, the God-King let all know the power that came to see the Hisseth victorious, spells of untold destructive and deadly powers reaching out to take hold of the very souls of Arum's soldiers, ripping them from their bodies and laying them at the feet of the tribes. Beneath him, he could see the fresh rally made at his appearance, and the oddity that was two humans amidst the Hisseth, as if warriors for the tribes on their own. It was a curious sight but the flash of red hair and a familiar face he'd met at least thrice before told him well the identity of at least the woman. Smirking, Roderick guided his mount further into the skies when the Hisseth renewed their charge, the undeniable form of their Chieftain pressing forth with surprising ferocity for such a primal being.

    On the ground, Rone saw to his mate, stunned by the sight of a dragon and invigored by the words of Ruby's confidence in the arrival of this unknown figure. Taking the reigns of his horse, the man surged forth alongside his chosen, cleaving skulls from helms at every foot of ground they took, keeping his eyes to the skies for the Adventhian and its rider. He knew not the man who rode upon such a magnificent creature but he would have his thanks nonetheless. Keeping to Ruby's side, the man fought, just as so many others did, ignoring the arrow shaft in his thigh, and the gash on the back of his head. Like a maelstrome, the scaled horde pushed to the city's center, with not else but the keep before them, and even that, as tall as it was, seemed a diminished thing when the dragon rider appeared once more.

    From the habor, Viheran and Hembrian ships alike battled their way to the docks, cavalrymen and infantry pouring from the decks of countless vessels as they pushed their way into the city. Among them, Hembria's Iron Sons who fought like metal giants with massive weapons. It was a bloody, gorey party that saw what defense the city might muster quelled in a near instant, allowing them in whole to push deeper and deeper, until the city's center became clear, and the keep rose before them. On high, the dragon appeared once more, its massive wings flapping away vain volleys of arrows and bolts so that its rider might descend before the armies gathered to take the keep. Clad in Malkadian plate, and armed with his relic weapon, the God King looked to all but to Ruby most specifically with a nod.

    He awaited only the appearance of Henry before he turned to the massive, iron gates of the city's keep. Extending his palm, an orb of raw force expelled itself, crashing hard into the gate, its hinges straining and iron bands snapping in an instant. With an earth shattering boom, it swung wide, and made secure a route for Hisseth and human alike to take to the interior. Around his own shoulders, the king seemed to wear a cloak of flesh and scales though its identity became known when it opened wide, revealing the golden wings of an Adventhian blessed half-dragon who took to the skies once more. Sweeping to the walls of the keep, Hembria's king made the solitary effort to take the walls as men panicked and dared to charge him, finding their deaths had merely been waiting around the corner for them as he, and the Adventhian alike, covered the whole of the walls in an erruption of fire.
    Ruby Ellezaro
     Posted: Jan 14 2017, 04:14 PM
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    Queen of Arum
    Sato
    Kadmian Human
    Pirate, Priestess
    Ebenbella, Open Waters
    Neutral Good
    Level 6-10
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    Ruby's eyes grew wide with a bit of a thrilled glee as Roderick came to join the battle field on foot. The massive dragon was enough to intimidate many a soldier - sending them racing for the supposed sanctuary of the castle across the decorated grounds. Slave hands had molded those gardens, and now those slaves would be free from their oppressor's shackles as Ruby dismounted and followed the cobblestones up to the front steps of the castle doors. They were no barricade when the Hembrian king laid them splintered kindling.

    Racing up the stairs, Ruby was met by little opposition as she rushed the great foyer and down through the massive hallways. Echoing words of "protect the lord!" reached her ears, and she knew the damned fool had holed himself up there instead of trying to flee the city. This Keep would become his tomb, for Ruby knew the Lord well, and would see his hands fed to the dogs for all the horrific crimes he'd committed during his reign. Following the sounds as they cut a bloody path towards the throneroom, she barely ducked in time to avoid before run through.

    The city Lord's Master of the Guard - as she remembered him from her years upon the sea - was a former swashbuckler of some caliber, and was no fool with a blade. Had she her spear still, she would have had the upper hand. Unfortunately, he was quicker than she, and his blade found purchase in her shield defense where she was unable to protect herself. As fresh blood ran down her arm, and a new cut opened up on her cheek, Ruby heard salvation close at hand as the hisseth charge caught up to her.

    Ducking low, Ruby tumbled just out of swashbuckler's reach - in time enough to see Kroxloq charge in with hellfire in his slitted eyes. The saber-wielding guard turned his attentions then to the greater threat, and she could see there was a challenge in the line of his body. With him occupied with her Alpha, she pushed on to take care of the remaining guards that had fallen back to help protect the last door that stood between her and the city Lord. Had she Qrohurek's or even Roderick's magics...

    Steeling herself for the length of a breath, Ruby focused on the door and reached deep within the well of her soul - foregoing whatever communion she had with her goddess, and sought out the powers she had running deep in her blood. Her father was one of the realms most powerful mages, and her brothers had followed suit. She'd been denied proper training, but she knew the blood of ancient dragons flowed through her veins as well. Closing her eyes, she dropped her shield and lifted her palm flush with the doors. They didn't shatter, but the explosive burst of fire still blew them free of their hinges.

    Behind her, the carnal sounds of hisseth and soldier alike filled the halls - though the hammering sound of her heart in her ears denied her the opportunity to hear such fare. Opening her eyes, she turned for a moment to glance over her shoulder to make sure the full support of her Alpha's force was coming in to take part in this glorious moment. The swashbuckler that had cut her face moved like lightning to strike at Kroxloq - flourishing like a master of the saber. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep that dance up forever.
    Kroxloq Bonescale
     Posted: Jan 14 2017, 04:32 PM
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    Member
    Ram
    Hisseth (Alpha)
    Armored Reaver
    Aldcliff, Hembria
    Lawful Neutral
    Level 11-15
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    He knew not this man, who rode upon the backs of dragons but Kroxloq looked to the scaled ancient, and the man it carried with brief acknowledgement. Whoever he was, the Chieftain would greet him come the opportunity but until then, the battle would be his main point of focus. Leaping to the fray with deadly power and skill, the great Alpha saw to the deaths of countless soldiers, be they before him or fleeing, it mattered not. All who bore the city's coat of arms would be murdered, and their flesh fed upon by his warband. They had come with the sole purpose of slaughtering all who resided within that dared consider themselves loyalists, and he would have that pleasure in full. Clearing the path before him, through to the city's center and then to the gates of the keep, Kroxloq reveled in the sight of its shattered gates.

    Ruby, a boistrous woman, sped off before them, nearly giving cause to the Chieftain to roar out to her but he halted when he saw Rone's own black stallion charge after her as well. Snarling at the sight, and at the new "Allies" who appeared from the docks, Kroxloq refused to see himself or his warriors outshone by metal men and humans. Surging forth, his macuahuitl cleaved flesh from bone, and crushed all else before him. Taking up a stride to follow the red-hairred woman, the Chieftain lost sight of her, only to meet the visage of the woman caught in blades against an opponent of far greater skill. Though Rone had begun to move to come to his mate's aid, the Alpha refused any but himself the pleasure of killing this dancing fool. Pushing all aside, his great weapon smashed hard against the floor, causing the guardsman to leap away from him. A snarl on his maw and a roar in his throat, Kroxloq took the challenge of killing this city's greatest warrior for himself.

    Quick as the man was, and as fast as his blade did cut the hide of the Chieftain, such a shallow thing would do him no harm beyond simple annoyance at the numerous streams of blood that fell from his body. The human had accustomed himself to fighting other humans, weak, lacking in endurance, and frail. This was no human he fought, no, he fought the greatest Alpha of this living generation. Hefting his massive weapon, Kroxloq displayed to the man that raw power held its benefits still, casting aside a blow from the man's cutlass that saw the thing shattered to pieces before his clawed hand reached forth to grab the man by his face. Lifting the master-of-the-guard from the ground, Krox slammed the pitiful warrior into the heart, headfirst. A sickening crack filled the air, and a splatter of blood and brain matter polluted the stone floor, oozing from between Krox's fingers before he lifted the spasming body, and ripping a hunk of the man's flesh away from his body with his fangs. Letting loose a mighty roar, the rest of his tribes swarmed the keep, hunting down all who carried a sword, killing loyalists indiscriminately before gathering up the servants.

    To Ruby's back, came the visage of her mate. Slow without his horse, he'd taken time enough only to grab the shaft of the arrow that had still stuck from his thigh, and broke it at his skin. It was painful, almost mind-numbingly so but he'd not have himself slowed by a jutting piece of wood sprouting from his leg. Racing to meet her when she came to the door leading to the city lord's final place of defense. He barely caught sight of the door and its demise but he tarried not in standing behind her to wait for the next attack, for as quickly as she'd freed the door of its hinges, a pair of blades reached from beyond for the woman. Clashing against one with his shield, and the other with his sword, Rone pushed her aside so that he might meet these guardsmen himself, buying her time enough at least to see to the Lord as he battled the last of his guard. And a bitter battle it was, for as skilled as he might have been, injuries and bloodloss would always take their toll, making his motions sloppy, enough to earn him the scour of a blade against his back, and another on his thigh. What was given though, would be returned, for a slam of his shield and a stab of his sword would see these last two slain.
    Ruby Ellezaro
     Posted: Jan 14 2017, 08:53 PM
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    Queen of Arum
    Sato
    Kadmian Human
    Pirate, Priestess
    Ebenbella, Open Waters
    Neutral Good
    Level 6-10
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    Her hesitation nearly cost Ruby her life, but Rone was there to ensure her further survival. Gasping as he lunged in order to keep her safe, she knew she couldn't let his distraction go to waste. Looking to him for strength one last time, the priestess left her mate and her alpha to tend to the guards while she rushed through the doorway she'd blown apart. The elderly lord was sitting upon his throne behind the protection of his last remaining bodyguards. The pair rushed her at the last possible moment and fell to her macuahuitl - though it stuck in the skull of the second one.

    Snarling with frustration, Ruby drew upon her dagger. It had been the first weapon she'd ever used in battle, and now she'd use it as her first true strike against her father's supporters. Leaving her enchanted weapon where it fell with the guard's body, the Arumian princess stalked up the stairs to the howling, terrified old piece of garbage that used to fondle her nursemaid and do unspeakable things to her handmaidens when he came for visits. The bastard who had bought girls from orphanages and buried them in his plush gardens out front when he was done.

    "Remember me, old man?" Her slitted eyes bore into his with a hate-filled intensity as she took a hold of him by the throat as she snarled like the hisseth she had become a part of. Aside from the warbraids, red paint, and blood running down her face, her eyes hadn't changed. Green as emeralds and hard as glass, filled with the determination of a woman who was dead-set on putting the realm right again. Sliding her dagger up and into his heart, making sure to carve up his lungs as she did.

    "Give Shellona my regards." Her words were whispered between the two of them - the words of her oath sworn that she would send every member of her father's court to Hell. The blood welling up to fill his mouth as he gargled and fought for breath that wouldn't come was a sign enough that her goddess would be honored here. Pulling it free once his eyes went dead and he fell limp against his chair, Ruby stepped back with a bit of a stumble before turning to descend the stairs. It was only at the bottom that she realized she wasn't alone.

    Regardless of what she felt in that moment, Ruby had to make sure those in attendance knew she hadn't just faltered, that her moral compass where life hung in the balance didn't just sway like she did. Swallowing hard, the lost princess lifted her bloodied dagger towards the heavens like an offering to the gods and let out a warcry that resounded across the vast throne room. Her eyes found Rone's as the hisseth joined her, and Ruby saw the pain in his eyes. Rushing towards him, she pressed her hand to his chest, and let her magics flow forth to mend him. "You got hurt for me again, you idiot."
    Rone Driscol
     Posted: Jan 15 2017, 01:57 PM
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    King of Arum
    Ram
    Kadmian Human
    Fighter / Slave
    Arum
    Chaotic Good
    Level 1-5
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    It was a hellatious battle, fierce and quick, unlike any he'd ever seen before. Wounded though he was, Rone couldn't help but admire the moment for what it was. A city, an entire city had fallen to the might brought forth against it, and all in thanks to the armies of two other nations. There'd never been an instance where he'd seen a battle, a seige in fact, that had ended so quickly. Stories had been told among the soldiers, of Hembria's might under their new king but nothing could have prepared him for this. It was almost unreal, like he found himself living in a dream, where gods and monsters alike joined together to see this city brought to its knees in but a blink of an eye. Aye, he'd credit the Hisseth but in seeing Hembria's warforged legion storm their way to the city center, with Viheran and Hembrian regulars at their back, and a man on high riding from a dragon, there was no denying who trully won this victory.

    Finishing off the last of the men around him, Rone's blade and body alike dripped with blood, enough to put him at risk of collapse as he leaned on his sword for support. A resounding cry of victory filled the vast chamber of the throne room, all in reply to Ruby's own slaying of the resident lord. It was a fine reward for her killing of the last obstacle that faced them on the mainland. His own reward, had been yet another round of injuries, the sight of him acting as a hastened prompt for his mate to rush to him, with nothing short of a chastising tone in her voice. She earned a scowl from her chosen for that much, for though he appreciated her magics, that'd not mean he rolled over by thanks alone. "Only because you were daft enough to charge in without thinking, you bothersome witch!"

    Scolding the woman in his own way, Rone's intense features found themselves undermined by the hint of a smirk that played at the corners of his mouth. Feeling his strength return as his wounds were mended, a brief moment of caution overcame him at the arrival of Kroxloq. The Alpha looked to both humans with a huff and snarl but he said nothing, a pleasant surprise given the last time Ruby had healed him before others had earned him a broken nose and her a visceral scolding. Perhaps it was because he was a recognized mate, her's specifically? Whatever the case, he was happy to not be on the receiving end of that particular brute's ire. Nearly opening his mouth to pester his mate once more, all eyes turned to the throne in an instant when arcane magics shifted, and a great arc of light heralded the appearance of a man in red.

    Without thought, Rone shoved his mate aside to bring sword and shield alike to bear, an act that found itself mirrored by several Hisseth in the throne room when they looked to this freshly arrived intruder. Before them all, he'd be unknown except as the identity of the dragon rider, for Ruby though? That'd be an entirely different matter. Clad in his Malkadian plate, bearing a circlet that acted as his crown upon his brow, and sporting tri-colored eyes, Hembria's king looked to survey all before him, descending the steps of the stairs without caution or concern for the creatures before him. Only two held the man's attentions, the Alpha, and the redhead before him. Rone, acting in haste, placed himself further between Ruby and Hembria's king, sword held aloft and shield readied before him, much to the amusement of the man who spoke in Tongues for all to hear him, and hear him well.

    "I come not for a quarrel with this warband but as an ally. I would have word with the Chieftain, and the red-haired priestess." Roderick's voice boomed with his royal decree, the wings on his back stretching themselves before coming to settle back over his shoulders like a makeshift cloak. His fangs drawn into a smile, the monarch's very appearance was enough to offset and stay the hands of the Hisseth, with Qrohurek's raised palm acting to quell those who were not so easily swayed. Crossing the platform of stone floors, stained red with blood, Roderick's hand reached for the edge of Rone's shield, effortlessly moving the man back across the floor, the tread of Rone's boots skidding every inch of the way.
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    Just as Ruby's smirk rose to her lips, the arcane light and appearance of King Kramar claimed her attention. There were duties still for her to perform - like healing the masses of hisseth that had helped take the city, as well as make sure the innocent people were well enough off. But there was no denying a man like the one who had appeared before them and demanded an audience with her and Kroxloq. Gripping Rone's shield arm tightly, Ruby moved around him carefully and warned him with glance of her flashing green eyes that he was not the enemy.

    "Your Highness." Ruby lowered herself down into what could only be considered the epitome of a royal curtsy. It was the type of greeting princesses across the realm were schooled with from the very moment they could walk. Holding herself in the properly poised pose long enough for to be noted, she rose up once more to stand before Hembria's newly crowned king. She realized just how odd a sight she must have been - warbraids and blood, offering up a formal greeting in the way she did, but Ruby wasn't going to forego her manners after all this time.

    She had been at the King's wedding, and that of his brother, as well as the man's overthrowing of Aldcliff and his crowning the following days. But to stand in his immediate presence paled all other moments before this. Tall and broad, quite regal and intimidating in his crimson-scaled plate armor and golden wings - he cut a figure that would have made the masses run in terror should he show any signs of aggression. Which was why she hoped to quell her tribe's fears so far as their greatest ally was concerned. It was this man's wife, after all, that had helped Ruby find Krox.

    "I took the life of Rothsay's Lord." Her nerves got the better of her in the end, and Ruby spoke with her chin up and but a shred of fear in her gaze. She knew quite well the history behind the Arumian foothold on the mainland, and the city they were in now had been a lovely jewel of trade and commerce before Hembria's Decimvirate had awarded these lands to her father for killing the King of Vihera. Everything east of here belonging to her sire was Vihera's by right, and no doubt Roderick was here to ensure everything was put back to where it belonged.

    "If you've come to reclaim these lands for Hembria, know that I've the challenge of this united tribal front to take into consideration." She spoke Hisseth so that her people would know what was being said - as the man before her clearly used magic enough, she didn't doubt the translation was lost on him. Holding up the bloodied dagger in her hand - laying across her palm as a sign of a peace offering - Ruby met the man's tri-colored gaze with hope. "They are of the people of these lands, and I hope you consider their wellfare in the end."
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