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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Weeaboo Of War:
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[b][u]Chapter Two[/u][/b]
[u][b]The Council of War[/b][/u]
[b]3:12 PM[/b]
[b]Trayven Head Camp[/b]
[spoiler]Closed. This is after all of their interactions, by the way.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]All interactions may continue, however they will be in the past. So yeah.[/spoiler]
"[i]Sisters, young Niki, proud Freya, and great Isabella - Brother, youthful Oliver,[/i]
[i]I require a great deal of assistance against holding back the Tribune and those of which he has taken amongst his ranks. I fear that they have taken the Byoki Desert, and have now begun to send the greatest amongst their ranks - their darkness seeps away at our strength, slowly but surely.[/i]
[i]As of now.. I am heading towards the Dojo, whether you have taken it or not. These abominable things seem attached to that goal of destroying the school of fighting for good.. amongst us, as well.[/i]
[i]Farewell,[/i]
[i]Arthur[/i]"
[i]Isabella would promptly rip the parchment into two pieces, sighing deeply to herself before tearing the split letter into four, crumpling it in her gloved hand. The woman shook her head, as Freya would merely watch with a simple, saddened look.[/i]
[i]Isabella was "great", in a sense. She was a giant of a woman, towering over Freya at a height of six feet and seven inches tall, while her bodily frame was something more. Her shoulders were broad and strong, in a near masculine look, with a muscular frame toning the body underneath the black steel armoring and purple and black uniform. Scarlet eyes stared at Freya for a bit, with tangles of long, vibrant light violet hair falling down to the base of Isabella's shoulders.[/i]
[i]Isabella[/i]: "So he's being a complete dumbass and bringing the fight to us.
We need to get these negotiations, Freya.."
[i]Freya[/i]: "That's the idea. We've been stalled for the time-"
[i]Isabella[/i]: "By [i]what[/i]?
I took care of the thieves. They've fallen off the fuсking map after I gave one back, the rest are either dead or chained up. I've ensured that the city is devoid of any other jackasses, and right now? It is."
[i]Freya would sigh a little, before responding.[/i] "...Lady Athena has revealed herself."
[i]Isabella[/i]: "...Gods, that blue-haired idiot."
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[b]4:57 PM[/b]
[b]The Top of the Dojo's Mountain[/b]
[spoiler]Open for foreshadowing.[/spoiler]
"[i]The fires of war spark with a flame, rebirthing in the dark.. the Tribune and his subjects reclaim what was their's to take.. as our fates become another thing that we must break.[/i]"
[i]A lonesome, robed woman sung loudly above the bristling winds, the chilling presence of the beginning storm high above her having no effect on her. Her silk robes floated in the wind, her shawl covering her being entirely as she continued to sing.[/i]
"[i]...The eagle and dragon fight for the skies, the golden lion ready to die, as the bаstard siblings ready their lives.. the serpent in the distance hides himself away, as the Tribune's wrath forces him to degrade away..[/i]
[i]The night is dark.. devoid of life.. until a single light arrives..[/i]"
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[b]4:58 PM[/b]
[b]The Dojo[/b]
[spoiler]Open to those at the council.[/spoiler]
[i]While Isabella and a few others had taken to staying outside, Freya studied the building that she was within.[/i]
[i]This was the true Dojo. No, not the fighting academy Dojo, the.. Dojo within the Dojo, it had been called. A place that was supposedly reserved to the Dojo's sensei and leaders. And yet, here she was: a foreigner. It was the Imperium's idea, and she had only taken to implementing it: a massive war table was in the center of the room, torches lining the walls as glasses of pure water lined the table. There was a rarity of alcohol beverages, they would be debating for a while.[/i]
[i]So.. she would wait, for those whom would arrive. Alric, Gilliam, Cain, JT.. she waited on them, alright.[/i]
[spoiler]You may all converse, as I probably won't be replying too much, lol.[/spoiler]
[b]Emp/Lord-Captain Gilliam/Seneschal Vorgen[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237861877/0/0/1
[b]Sleek/Alpha[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237862425/0/0/1
[b]Jen/Rose[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237891750/0/0/1
[b]Royal/Alric, Dojo Commander[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/237936264/0/0/1
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[i]Alric fell into a silence, stepping away from the table and crossing his arms over his chest and looking around the table. [/i] "I will support whichever path we take. This is a battle, or war we must win." [i]He stated firmly, drumming his fingers against his arm in a specific manner. Index finger, middle, ring, middle, index... And so on. [/i]
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“I agree. Frankly I have no knowledge of these orcs, so if someone could fill me in later that would be excellent.” Cain stated. “Just tell me where you need me.” “And come to me when you inevitably get shot!” Lilly told everyone, looking around wide eyed for a moment. “What? It’s bound to happen to at least one of us...”
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Traci slumped in her seat when being told she could go get herself killed for all they care. Star nodded in agreement to Lilly. "Yeah, someone will definetly get shot or something. We just gotta hope it's nothing fatal, eh?"
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[i]"Just give me a job and I'll do it. Doesn't matter what." [/i]
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"Alright. Alright.." [i]Freya sighed. Now she'd have to employ a stratagem.[/i] "...This first assault will have to be initially set up, but for the time, I will lead roughly half of our stationed army out towards Ollimand. We should meet Arthur about a quarter there. We'll have to work on the situation once we arrive, but for now.. Alric, Gilliam, I need both of you to utilize your armies, or at least teams of melee specialists, to serve as shock troops against the enemy whenever a possible assault occurs. Gilliam, while we will require an Ork attack on the Tribune's forces.. we could attack afterwards. It would lead to a cluster of chaos.. but chaos is an opportunity for us. JT, Cain, Star.. you three seem to be the most fitting to join this vanguard, or at least the attack as well, head-on. I would hope that I, Alric, and Gilliam could take the center of whatever encampment they may hold as a main host, as you three accompany separate teams dedicated to ending high-ranking captains, causing chaos, and generally driving them out. Either kill or subdue for later interrogation. I will also see that JT and Star are armed for this assault.. we'll need everything to drive them back. And Traci, as I will rely on you to kill high-priority targets. Once we find this place, and scout it's leaders.. I'll see that you either bring them in, or end them. No mercy should be shown to these killers. It is a plan in works, and it could fail terribly, but.. a plan." [i]Freya sighed, nodding a little.[/i]
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"Most of my guardsmen are trained in the basics of CQC, but I shall see what I can do. Bullgryns will most certainly be useful. However, I do request for a second Libertas ring. I have a Primaris Psyker who would perform beautifully. I do suggest that the Psyker is avoided however, because there might be a chance that the Perils of the Warp will occur, I will commence a summary execution if that does occur however. Other than that, it sounds like a suitable plan." [i]Gilliam said to Freya, clasping his hands.[/i]
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"Army... I'll gather everyone I can from the Dojo and insure they are ready for this battle." [i]Alric stated, moving his hands off of the table and crossing his arms over his chest. [/i] "It is a solid plan I think. I am with you on this one." [i]He would now nod at Freya, before turning back to the map. How many men would he be able to gather? 100? 200? He sighed, thinking about the prospect of it all. [/i]
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[i]"I'll round up a few buddies and see if I can't get a couple of mercenaries on our side. A friend owes me some favours." [/i]
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“And I will prepare for combat. One of those rings would be appreciated but not necessarily needed.” “Wait...why wasn’t I mentioned at all? In the plan?” “Lilly. It makes sense for you to stay back and heal us when we get back, rather then going out into the field yourself, don’t you think?” “Wha-you’re leaving me here? Really?!” “Lilly....” “No! F-fine! Totally get it....” the ashen haired girl said as she stormed out of the room, closing the door behind her. Funnily enough while some people would slam the doors, she still closed it so it wouldn’t. Cain let out a breath and rubbed the bridge of his nose, pinching it as well.
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"Vanguard? Damn, never thought I'd be in an actual war or anything...especially since I came here to run from one." Star responded with a hint of regret in her tone. On the other end was Traci giggling, a newly formed dagger being twirled in her hand. "Kill kill! Murder murder! Tell me where and they're good as dead!"
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"I think that's it.. we'll be moving out some time from now. Likely two weeks. Go ahead and prepare, in any way that you can."
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Edited by Stitch: 11/11/2017 9:52:32 PM[b] [/b]
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Edited by Royal Blade: 11/8/2017 2:25:30 PM[url=https://imgur.com/I9Q4Shd][i]Approaching the war table was a man clad in a light, leather type jacket. His hair was messy and unkempt, with white blotches through the otherwise black colour it was.[/i][/url] [i]Ornaments decorated the jacket along the shoulder, and the center of his chest was exposed to reveal a Cat Head medallion in the center. It was attacked to a necklace that went around his neck, and he had a wicked grin upon his face. The man wasn't tall in any regard, standing at 5 feet and seven inches, with golden cat like eyes darting around the table. He placed the palms of his hands against the wooden surface of the table, leaning onto it and taking a deep breath. He slid one hand across the table, drumming his fingers along the handle of the sword at his hip, the other hand staying rested on the table. Oddly enough, the blade curved slightly at the end of it. A second much straighter blade sat upon his back, just over his left shoulder. [/i] "My name is Alric Fasthands, the Bloody Witcher. Here to represent a section of the dojo warriors that could be considered civilians with boldness." [i]He introduced himself simply, though the title of "Bloody Witcher" certainly wasn't something to be proud of. [/i]
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[spoiler]for the foreshadowing[/spoiler] Cain stepped out from the dojo, rubbing his head in discomfort. He hated...well...socializing. It was difficult for him, especially since he knew he would say something that would hurt someone by accident eventually. He took in a deep breath before looking around the area, and suddenly halting his gaze upon the blue haired woman. He furrowed his brow as he looked at her, before the flood of memories from the vision he had seen coursed through his mind. A sun king...and adopted daughter... “Blue...” Cain said softly as he looked to the woman.
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"Blue. Aqua. Water. Peace. Sadness. A flurry of colors, and a flurry of paths. You though, Cain.. you take the pacifist's route. Many will die for your sake. Brothers. Sisters. All protecting you, if you try to be the hero of this story. Don't be the hero of this story. Be the hero of your own." [i]The robed woman would mutter, though she would not turn her back towards Cain. Something told him.. something nagging in the back of his head.. that she was as brilliant and as mighty as that sun king, but she was no child of his. No, she was.. more.[/i]
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“Who...who are you?” Cain asked the sage like woman. “Did...did you place that book in the mountain?”
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"You know who I am." [i]Athena. That name would ring in Cain's ears.[/i] "I planted nothing in that mountain. Though another would."
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Cain began to walk closer to the woman now, pure intrigue guiding his steps. “Then...who? This vision is still...confusing. Like it’s a puzzle missing pieces.”
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/9/2017 4:54:15 PM"The vision was that of many. You saw that approaching through the eyes of a slave to dark magics. Now, he is a slave to fate. The one that planted it there.. I shall not utter their name. Tis a word too dark for this place. We need more light." [i]Athena spoke, in riddles and in a puzzling manner. Though she hummed to herself quietly, as well. Perhaps she was.. insane.[/i]
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“I...suppose I could conjure a flame for us.” Cain proposed. In reality, he found this woman absolutely fascinating. He could hardly understand what normal people said all the time, so it didn’t really matter how cryptic she was.
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"Not that kind of light, dearest cold one. A beacon of hope in these darkening times. One not brought by terrible golden lions, or the saving choice of the people, nor the Dojo that looms over the world. No, it must shine from us all. Else we are all doomed to the abyss that is.. perfection."
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“What...sort of light do you mean?” Cain asked now. “I...think you mean hope? Is that it?”
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"...hope is a word that you can use, yes. The Dojo seems filled with hope, but the lions.. They are afraid. The red lioness craves for an ending. She craves that she, and her lady, will be safe after the conflict. But the purple lioness.. the dragon underneath her skin roars in agony. On the outside, charming, yet vulgar and violent. But within.." [i]Athena would sigh, at that.[/i]
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Cain scratched the back of his head, though he seemed to be connecting the dots. That said he chuckled softly. “You...talk much different then anyone else I’ve met.” He told Athena. “Not in a bad way, I mean, it’s...err.” He stumbled as he spoke, since he knew he would probably end up insulting her if he kept talking.
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"I have received such words from a great many, cold one. Do not be sheepish, nor anxious, of one such as I. I am a mere Songstress - a singer of fate and prophecy, if I must explain." [i]Athena's robes would weave together and flutter within the wind, as she would turn her head back to face Cain. She was.. beautiful. Slender and thin, her skin was a pale, smoothened texture. Crystalline blue eyes, of the same shade that stormed into Cain's visions, stared out towards him, fluttering shut as she blinked. The woman's silverly cyan hair was kept into a tight, wraparound bun in the back of her head, light strings and curls upon the side of her thin face.[/i]
