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Author Topic: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
Saintheart 
Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF
 Registered: Dec '00
40047_Gandalf
Date Posted: 5/21/07 8:13pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
IC - Saigo

After dawn, Guardhouse, Quandalore, Central Callanthorith

Saigo bit his tongue, hesitating, as the guardsman issued the invitation to his wedding. He had come here with a different purpose for the guardsman's gratitude, but this was something else again. A wedding, no less. And who might come to a guardsman's wedding but other guards and men similarly connected to the real workings of the city? It was unlikely any great lord of the city might turn up--but then, Saigo had more use for men such as the guardsmen standing before him.

Realising the guards were looking at him, the bird merchant released his hold on the cage, letting the small bird go into the guardsman's hands. He covered his thoughts with a bow of gratitude, resting both hands on the walking stick he carried with him.
"Good sir, you do me much honour even for a bird," he said to the younger guard, then glanced towards the older man. "It took me many hours to trap the iridonis. They are not native to this area; I was most surprised to find one only three hours north of the city. Normally one only finds them on the borders of the faerie realm, far to the east. At least, that is where I have found others in the past."

Saigo looked back towards the young man again. He smiled in the correct way and took a couple of steps forward, reaching out and closing the young man's hand around his own coins. "Keep your coin, my friend. You invite me to a wedding, and that shall be payment enough. The taxes of the merchants who run this city leave little enough for a man to purchase a decent wedding for his beloved. It would be wrong of me to ask you for more. I shall be at your wedding with great pleasure."

TAG: LightSide_Apprentice

IC - Kensukiro

Late Morning, the Blade Cliffs, South Western Callanthorith

The khanten nodded. "Send word to Dairogin's mark: I shall need eight hundred of his troop. Two hundred light cavalry, two hundred heavy infantry, two hundred foot archers, and two hundred horse archers. Let the word go out that I shall be going with them to this village you speak of; that should please them. Dairogin is also to assign a further hundred heavy horse and a hundred horse archers to intercepting any travellers and wagons moving along any roads in the vicinity. Kill every person you find. Recover the wagons and bring them back to the civilian encampment. As for the shelters you have found ... have them burned, and kill every inhabitant you may find there."

Kensukiro turned to his bodyguard. "My horse!" he called.

TAG: LightSide_Apprentice

OOC: Yeah, short, but I'm busy ... grin




 

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LightSide_Apprentice 
Title: Manager Emeritus
 Registered: May '01
6148_Obi-Wan Kenobi
Date Posted: 6/10/07 9:05pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All) - Date Edited: 6/10/07 9:08pm (2 edits total) Edited By: LightSide_Apprentice
Saintheart

Midday

Quandanlore, Central Callanthorith

If the joy and suprise of the youthful guard was unexpected, then so, too, must have been the reaction from the senior. Both guardsmen were quite taken aback by the generosity of the merchant. For his part, the younger man laughed with complete sincerity and a great degree of relief. He'd not expected to acquire such a gift without significant cost.

"Thank you," he said to Saigo. "Thank you so very much." He stepped forward to hug the bird saleman, but stopped short as he brought the avian close to his heart. "My beloved will be so overjoyed!" Still grinning, he headed back into the guardhouse, though not before he called out once more. "I shall see you at my wedding!"

The senior guard meanwhile offered the merchant a slight nod of respect. "You're a kind man," he said, referring to the merchant's gesture. "Too few seem unconsumed with their own, often selfish ends." The guard held the merchant's gaze for a few precious moments before he resumed his rounds along the city wall.



Saintheart

Midday

Shoreline, the Blade Cliffs, South Western Callanthorith

Kensukiro rode with some eight hundred troops in tow. He reached the village before midday, taking note of its size and proximity to Quandanlore. While small by his homeland's standards, Kensukiro's scouts reported that it was the largest settlment within their immediate surroundings, just short of Quandanlore itself. Two hundred light cavalry alone were likely enough to overrun the enemy's numbers. Yet in addition to those, Kensukiro held at his command a further two hundred heavy infrantry, two hundred foot archers, and two hundred horse archers.

The village was relatively small, and comprised of no more than thirty dwellings, more than half of which were likely houses for its residents. The others were workshops, taverns, inns, or other such establishments required for its continued indepedence from surrounding cities.


Meanwhile, at Dairogin's order, an assorted mass of horseman moved to intercept any wagons and travellers moving between the surrounding roads, particularly on route to The Trade City. By the time mid afternoon approached, they had massacred scores of civilians and guard patrols alike. Wagons and supplies were recovered from those persons, items, vechicles, and shelters that were not razed or burned, and brought back to the civilian encampment near the beach. There, they waited for Kensukiro's return, or further word of their next orders.

 

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Saintheart 
Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF
 Registered: Dec '00
40047_Gandalf
Date Posted: 6/18/07 12:07am Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
OOC: I think I'm enjoying roleplaying far too much. My wrists are hurting from all the typing I'm doing on the SWRPG, NSWRPG, and Resource forums ... and to think I'm only in three RPGs including this one and GMing one ...

IC - Saigo Kuliya

Noon, Quandanlore, Central Callanthorith

The bird merchant smiled appropriately as the young man departed, and bowed in reply to the older guardsman's words. Saigo was pleased with this turn of events.
"We have a saying among my people," said Saigo as the older guardsman looked at him. "The tiger may kill the deer, but do they not drink from the same waters?" He smiled. "The Way of Generous Skies has always been mine, friend. And it is well to be happy when one is young. Your young friend is so entranced by his bride he has even forgotten to tell me when and where his wedding will be held." Saigo let an endearing chuckle escape his lips. "I should be most grateful if you could tell me when it is!"

The merchant smiled and drew the end of his walking stick in small circles on the ground. "True it is that few are concerned with the welfare of all," he noted. "You men of the guard would seem to be part of that few. And what word from Quandanlore's shield? Is the Lady well?"

The Lady was a term Saigo had heard used by the merchants of the city in reference to the city wall that surrounded Quandanlore; just as often were the toasts sometimes given in honour of The Lady. Saigo had heard the phrase often enough, and understood its reference, but he had yet to discover what the history of the phrase was. Perhaps the guard could tell him that as well as disclose something of the city's defences.

TAG: LightSide_Apprentice

IC - Kensukiro

Midday

A Village, The Blade Cliffs Area, southwestern Callanthorith

Kensukiro reigned his horse in momentarily. He and his bodyguard were on a slight rise above the small village his scouts had located, about eight hundred metres away from the most outlying hut. The place was clearly occupied; there was smoke rising from some of the chimneys below and the khanten could see a child or two run from one door to another.

It reminded him of Jubei.

In spite of himself, Kensukiro touched the scar on his face and wondered again how it could have occurred. It had been the last day of the campaign; the Ikamagi had thrown themselves back against Mount Dukiyama, trying to stop the inevitable, as Kensukiro's marks had moved inexorably into position. They had refused surrender, and on the dawn the khanten would allow his army to flood in and have the surfeit of killing that would make him master of the Karutese continent. It had been, quite literally, the eve of victory.

An eve for two brothers, but a victory that would be shared by only one.

Kensukiro had still ridden out the next day, even with his twin missing and presumably riding hard for the hills. Their father, the Sunset Warrior, had declared that there could only be one ruler in Karuto, and so it was Kensukiro became the one ruler.

But there were still memories of other duels they had fought; duels between two ten-year-old boys, fought with heavy ash sticks, beating each other until the bruises rose and the cries of battle were silent. He still could not understand why Jubei had betrayed him.

"This will be our stand," he said suddenly, banishing the memories. "Draw the archers up in a rank on the crest of this hill. Heavy infantry are to screen the archers, between the archers and the village. Horse archers on the plain parallel with the infantry. Light cavalry ..." Kensukiro considered for a moment more. "A hundred among the horse archers."
"What of the remaining cavalry, my lord?" asked his subcommander.
"They ride with me and my bodyguard," replied Kensukiro.

As the orders were carried out, Kensukiro rode with his bodyguard of twenty men, each armed with shields, and the hundred light cavalry, into the village. His bodyguards watched carefully for arrowfire from the village ahead and in the fields around them.

Finally he drew up in the outskirts of the village, his bodyguard moving around him in a shield wall. Kensukiro raised his voice, his powerful basso tone ringing across the village, conditioned from a thousand shouts on a thousand battlefields.
"I speak to the rulers of this village!" he shouted. "You will present yourselves now! You will be given one chance! Surrender and become my thralls, or be annihilated!"

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LightSide_Apprentice 
Title: Manager Emeritus
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Date Posted: 6/24/07 12:32am Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
Saintheart

Midday

Quandanlore, Central Callanthorith

The older guard paused at Saigo's word. "We have a saying among my people," the merchant began. "The tiger may kill the deer, but do they not drink from the same waters?" It was an odd saying, one that the guard wondered about. But, the merchant continued speaking, forcing the time for reflection aside.

Mere moments later the merchant politely asked where it was that the younger guard's wedding was to be held, and when. To which the older guard responded, "I believe celebrations will be held two days from now, within the City Hall. I suspect many will be in attendance." There was no need to add that many of the other guards would also be present as they were among the groom's closest friends.

Seeming to take all of this in, the merchant smiled and drew the end of his walking stick in small circles on the ground. "True it is that few are concerned with the welfare of all," he noted. "You men of the guard would seem to be part of that few. And what word from Quandanlore's shield? Is the Lady well?"

Raising a curious eyebrow, the guardsman offered the mercahnt a sideward glance. 'The Lady' was a term used among the City Guard in reference to the wall that surrounded Quandanlore. It was not often referred to as such among the common people. "She holds strong and true," the guard said, confident in his words and the defence of the Trade City.



Saintheart

Midday

Small Village, Near the Blade Cliffs, South Western Callanthorith

Surrounding the village with numbers great enough to render it ruined was a small army unlike the region had seen in many years. Kensukiro led the mass of soldiers as if preparing for war. He soon had his men positioned to destroy the village and those within its shelters as he prepared to offer its people one last chance at keeping their lives.

The warlord drew up at the outskirts of the village, his bodyguard moving around him in a wall of shields. Kensukiro raised his voice, his powerful basso tone ringing across the village, conditioned from a thousand shouts on a thousand battlefields in his past. "I speak to the rulers of this village!" he shouted. "You will present yourselves now! You will be given one chance! Surrender and become my thralls, or be annihilated!"

A full minute passed before a lone man walked out from the village. Several others remained clustered behind him, as if in fear for their own lives as much of their apparent leader's. That man approached Kensukiro hesitantly. When at last he was within several metres of the warlord, the villager said, "We mean you no harm or trouble. Please, do not destroy our homes or harm our people."

Even as he said the words he caught sight of a blackened smoke rising toward the sky. Several other houses or smaller settlements must have been destroyed and burned to the ground already. He hoped to avoid a similar fate for both himself and his family.



Saintheart, you can never enjoy yourself too much wink But, at least it is a sign that you still carry the joy and love for role playing that I know many of us here share.

 

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