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Re: You are King: Chronicles of Nocte - IC Thread
« Reply #30 on: March 10, 2013, 08:00:36 pm »

"I have no plans to resist my dear Knight, us mages are resigned to being hunted down, tortured, branded, or burned at the stake. To us that is our life."

Talasam replied then fell silent staring ahead, avoiding the eyes of his escort.
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« Reply #31 on: March 10, 2013, 08:03:38 pm »

"A MAGE SUMMONED DEMONS IN THE GREAT HALL, THERE ISN'T MUCH TIME BEFORE HE GETS AWAY!" Raoul yelled, his voice in a panic.

[1] "I think...ye' had too much to drink...miss." Then the guard's fist smashes into your face, hard, and your consciousnesses slips away like water pouring down a hill.
[5] When you awake, you're on a very soft bed, your nose is in a splint of some sort, and the dull lights seem way too bright. "Oh good, you're awake, sir!"
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« Reply #32 on: March 10, 2013, 08:06:03 pm »

"Oooohhh, what the hell happened?" Raoul inquired, curious to as what happened after he fell unconcious.
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« Reply #33 on: March 10, 2013, 08:06:30 pm »

A battle chant - the second sweetest of sounds. His boots clattering on the floor as he jumped down from the table, the benches being pushed as the men in the hall got up. Steel against flesh- the sweetest of sounds. Numbness, followed by pain. His left hand ravaged, and his left cheek suffering further damage - new scars over old wounds. The terrifying sound of his armor getting ripped to pieces. A certain surprise - had he just felt fear? Pain. Intolerable pain. One last lung. The beast goes back into the shadow. The shadow engulfs him...

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He woke up with a snarl and a terrible cough. He was positive he now had a total of five scars on his face - all on the same side, four of them brand new - and he was missing two fingers on the left hand. His torso and stomach were ravaged by gashes which would leave terrible marks, but thankfully he was also positively certain he was still in full possession of his insides.

Around him were a few healers... And the King of Nocte. He tried to get up, failed, coughed, spoke.

"Your Grace... You survive. What happened to the beasts? How many men fell?"
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« Reply #34 on: March 10, 2013, 11:00:13 pm »

Araline made a point to keep anyone from relaxing.  She gathered what few vassals were left.

"All these theatrics are for nought if the creature rises again-let us collect these fell ashes and keep the fire from spreading."

Action: Battle any lingering blue flames still present and try to keep them from reaching the ashes or the wounded, fearing summary reanimation. Order some servants to carefully collect the ashes in a large urn, without letting it touch their skin directly.
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« Reply #35 on: March 11, 2013, 12:47:53 am »

Yes shadow-magic; interesting. Now let's see how-wait, what's it doing? This doesn't look right perhaps…Tian! He's lost control!

The Chronicler was no fighter and had skilfully hidden himself under furniture and behind the broad backs of the gathered men; he had not a scratch to show for the experience, only a few splatters of various liquids.

Others were not so lucky. Many had been slain by the shadow-figures. Demons. All because a foolish mage had decided to use magic for pure entertainment. True that he had been ordered to do so, but this mage should have known better than to risk so many lives…

Korolle was sure that the mage was going to die. He had ruined the festivities and killed many of the king's loyal men. There was little chance that he could survive this…unless he resisted. Korolle prepared to flee in case of that possibility, but found the mage subdued. He sighed in relief.

With a grim determination, Korolle decided to write the event down, for future reference. The centuries beyond would know the foolishness of unguarded magic.

As he wrote, he noticed that the mage, Talasam, was to be…'interrogated'. Korolle had no want to investigate such matters…and nor would such information serve the Order. No, he would spend tonight recording this event and aiding the wounded.

Using rudimentary medical skills learned in the Order, Korolle tries to tend to the wounded.
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« Reply #36 on: March 11, 2013, 03:29:02 pm »

Logan leaned over Jarod and gave him a grin.

Yeah. I survive. The beasts are dead. We lost some fourteen men however. Good Men. All back to the dirt. Your gonna live Knight. Gonna give you some scars but nothing that's going to kill you. Sleep now, tomorrow you will wake up in a good bed and with tended wounds.

The King stood up, the grin gone replaced with a scowl. He wouldn't sleep this night. He propably wouldn't sleep for a while.

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« Reply #37 on: March 11, 2013, 03:52:09 pm »

Araline moved over to Logan, chancing to come up behind and place a hand on his left shoulder.

"They all swore to protect you Logan, remember that. They died fulfilling their Oaths. There are worse ways to meet the Gods.

We both know they are not the first, and surely not the last."


Her words were meant to comfort, as little as she could give-or was capable of.
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« Reply #38 on: March 11, 2013, 04:00:33 pm »

Logan turned around, his scowl turned into a look of sadness and resignation.

I know, i know Aral. But some of them have been with me since the very beginning. Now they are nothing more than more corpses to the mountain. That wizard will pay.
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« Reply #39 on: March 11, 2013, 04:04:52 pm »

Logan orders the servants to use all teh cloth they can get to staunch the wounds of the wounded and calls for Cutters to deal with the wounds. .
He also tells his servant to help out with the wounded.
[5] The servants and a few others hurry to staunch the wounds, ripping bits of clothes off themselves, the tapestries, the drapes, the curtains, anything they can get their hands on to keep several people from bleeding to death.
[2] By the time the cutters arrive with actual bandages, four of the thirteen wounded have bled out. Their blood stains the stone underfoot, pooling around them despite the best efforts of many. The others are hurriedly triaged, but are pale and wane, or deeply unconscious.
[1] The four mad men die quickly; all of them struggling as the sawbones try their best to patch their wounds, screaming unintelligibly before bleeding to death or going into shock like the rest. Not one of these men and women survive.

Using rudimentary medical skills learned in the Order, Korolle tries to tend to the wounded.
[2] You immediately set to work on a young warrior who's horribly disfigured by claw and sword marks, his blood slowly starting to pool around him. The blood continues to flow, even despite the layers of cloth you use to try and hastily bind his grievous injuries, and, within minutes, he's bled out, grasping at your arm hard enough to leave bruises, but, strangely, unintelligibly whispering words of thanks.
[4] The next patient fares better, if only just. A man's death is slowed, if not forestalled by careful folding and application of his ornate, large, cloak, and intense pressure on the sucking wound, apparently from a shadow army spear. His breath is ragged, and harsh, but he continues to breath.
[4] You help as much as you can, working quickly. Soon the Cutters arrive, taking away those who survived and covering those that have died with sheets and cloths.

Action: Battle any lingering blue flames still present and try to keep them from reaching the ashes or the wounded, fearing summary reanimation. Order some servants to carefully collect the ashes in a large urn, without letting it touch their skin directly.
[5] The blue flames that flicker weakly on the weapons are put out with buckets of water and tankards of ice, the ice knocked off, and the weapons returned. A few flames weakly attempt burn towards the ashes, but are far too sickly to do anything before being put out.
[3] The two sets of ashes are placed into a single urn and sealed shut.[1] However, the servants, perhaps still in shock from all the corpses and blood and such around them, and hurrying far too much, let the ashes contact their skin, causing intense frostbite. Several will have to have blackened flesh removed, and at least two will lose one or both hands.

"Oooohhh, what the hell happened?" Raoul inquired, curious to as what happened after he fell unconcious.
[6+1] "Well, sir, you were knocked out by a drunkard who has been removed from his post for insubordination and drinking on the job..." a young man helps you sit up...or makes you sit up. "He threw you into a prison, and then, after a brief argument and a beat-down- of the guard, of course, sir!- you've been taken to the infirmary." he gestures around him, showing, surprisingly few men and women resting in one form or another, body parts swaddled with blood bandages. "We once more would like to apologize for this...travesty of assaulting your good self, sir. I do hope it won't reflect poorly on the palace guard."
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« Reply #40 on: March 11, 2013, 04:49:35 pm »

Sleep. Sleep sounded good. It was tempting - very tempting, in fact. But the King's words and a look around reminded him that the day was not yet over. The duty of brothers of the third was not finished until every single man fallen on the field of honor had been sent forth to the Third Domain.

And so, Jarod did a thing some would have called unwise. He got up. It was a slow, painful process, but he was tough. Thankfully, he did not think any of his ribs were broken - the claws had cut through flesh, but not bones. He shrugged away the healers, who had done all they could with the bandages and now would only get in his way, and took his sword with two hands. While the usual reason was that few priests of his kind accepted to speak holy words without a blade in hand, it was mostly because he needed to lean on it.

Slowly, he walked to the nearest corpse. He pushed a servant out of the way, dropped to one knee, held his sword before his face, closed his eyes, and whispered a common death chant.

"Yours was an honorable death. You fell on the field of honor, with blood on your blade as well as on your enemy's; and now, this battle comes to an end. Rise to the Third Domain, brother, and know that your foe will be awaiting you."

And he repeated that process for every single man who had perished this day. By the time he was done, he could barely walk, and he had trouble holding his sword, but at least it was over. He sat on bench, sheathed his blade, and started drinking. This time, he decided there was no need to be careful with the alcohol.
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« Reply #41 on: March 11, 2013, 05:10:02 pm »

The guard room was barely better than the prisoner cells – same damp walls, an old table, a pair of stools and a dirty bunk in which to nap between shifts, not to mention various implements needed for prisoner maintenance.

Valerian sat at the table, slowly tapping on it and staring at the cup of wine which he was drinking slowly, waiting. The guards wanted ot rough up the prisoner, but he prevented it, claiming personal custody over the mage until the king would release him. While Valerian had no love for the wizard, he did not relish violence for the sake of it. He loved combat, true, but always on equal footing – be it training, a tournament or a field of battle. He sought others to match him, not to merely flex his muscle and abuse others. He knew he could do all of it without showing off. He knew he was better than others…

A sudden stroke of curiosity about the mage hit him. He recalled that the man wielded a sword alongside his spells. Would that be an equal fight? Or would it be a horrible mistake to fight a mage? Valerian wasn’t eager to find that out, but the thought intrigued him nevertheless. He stood up and took the keys to Talsam’s cell.

The man was chained up and his mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth. Valerian brought him into the guard room and removed the cloth, before putting him on the opposite side of the table.

”I’m sorry about the rough treatment earlier, but an assassination attempt with use of magic that puts half of the hall dead… Impressive to say the least. Do you mind me asking more about your... talents? I’m curious as to how one wields it. Is there some sort connection with the gods? Or are you simply summoning spectres from hell?”
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« Reply #42 on: March 11, 2013, 05:24:43 pm »

Talasam looked up at the man, his face utterly serene as he stared at Valerian in silence for almost a minute, taking a deep breath Talasam let out a sigh and let his head fall back a bit so he could stare up at the ceiling. He focused on the patterns in the wall, a trick he'd taught himself a longtime ago to focus on something miniscule to block out the faces of the people he'd killed, be it by accident or on purpose. Finally after nearly three minutes of silence Talasam reply,

"It wasn't an assassination attempt, I had no intention of killing any man in their, one of the men I killed was even the sole survivor besides me of those who lifted the siege of Galden. Everything that happened in their was the whim of Luck, what most people don't get is that Magic isn't a power from some God or some Demon, or at least we mages don't think it is.

To even us mages who've managed to live to adulthood all we really know about magic is that its basically like nature, uncaring, powerful, capable of miracles, and capable of mass destruction. We have the ability to shape and control it, but even with years of practice we can make a slip or magic can be affected by some unknown force, some of my kind have theorized raw emotion can change the effects of magic.

Do you really believe Gods would give such power to mortals when it can be so easily abused? Unlike most of you would think we mages pray to the gods as well, well most of us do some of us have given up on all form of religion for what god would punish us from the moment we are conceived to be treated like this no matter what we did?

So in answer no our powers are not that of gods nor of specters, our powers simply are just as nature simply is."


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« Reply #43 on: March 11, 2013, 05:33:41 pm »

Valerian looked intrigued.

"Nature, huh? So you are just born with it? and this was an accident? You might try telling that to the king, before he orders me to smash your face into a pulp.
Say, is there a school for magic or something? I never knew of anything like that in the north, but they don't exactly know much about chivalry here either - Vingarde isn't a northern name, as you can imagine."


He then poured himself a bit of wine to his cup and drank from it, keeping his eye on the bound man.
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« Reply #44 on: March 11, 2013, 05:48:04 pm »

Talasam nodded as the man finished, shifting slightly to get into a more comfortable position before answering,

"Elane said that where she came from there was something of a school, anyone who was born with the spark of magic in them that would make them a mage was sent there so they would learn the basics. She said this helped prevent such disasters as you just saw, but here if we tried such a thing the people would rise up with steel and fire to kill us.

Mages who attempt to band together in this land are ..."


Talasam paused, he looked down at the floor frowning and blinked back a few tears, the face of Elane so bright in his mind and the picture of torches being thrown on a small hut. The door blocked by a cart and the windows filled with bales of burning hay, shaking his head slightly he continued,

"Those who band together are burned alive, one captured and tortured to 'discover' why we had grouped together, and that is pretty much the whole of that piece of information. Since you have asked me questions I'd like to ask one of you Sir Knight, where is my sword?"
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