LadyBelz 
The Pirate Queen

Episode 7: Rescued? 

Thorne Mansion – Main Guest Quarters

It was the morning after James, her father and brother were dragged away from her. Rachael had been locked away to prevent her escape and spent the whole night crying. All of this was her fault and now the ones she loved were going to pay for it with their lives.

Beckett had taunted her every chance he got, sinking her spirits so low she didn’t think she’d ever find them again.

She didn’t sleep a wink, preferring to stand at her window and stare in the direction she knew the prison pits were. And from her vantage point, a set of gallows was being built in the center of town. She couldn’t help but wonder who the unlucky ones were who would lose their lives this day…

~A few hours later…~

A maid had been sent to her room to help her bathe, fix her hair and change her clothing into a dress that Beckett had picked out. It was pretty beige that set off the color of her hair and tanned skin quite nicely.

Miserable, she didn’t even bother to eat the breakfast that had been sent to her. She was sick with worry for James, her father and Tim. God, poor Tim. He finally finds the family he always wanted and it was cruelly ripped away from him.

A lone tear slid from her eye and down her cheek, which the maid noticed.

“Cheer up, Miss. You be marrying one o’ the finest men ever ta walk this Earth.” she smiled. Rachael’s temper, that had been buried deep in the face of losing her family, surfaced as rapidly as a Kraken attacking a ship upon the sea.

She rose to her full height, her face flushed with fury. The maid scampered back in fear, wondering what she’d done to set the woman off.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Sight!” she snarled, snatching up a gilded mirror and throwing it with everything she had in her. The maid squeaked in fright and ran as if her heels were on fire, the mirror missing her head by inches to smash against the wall.

Her anger left her as quickly as it came, leaving her weak and dizzy. She sank into a chair and placed a shaky hand against her cheek.

“What am I going to do?” she whispered in the silence of the room.

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Port Royale Central Courtyard

Citizens from all over the city converged on the center courtyard, excited and filled with a malicious sort of glee. For it wasn’t every day they got to see one of the world’s most notorious pirates lose their lives in spectacular fashion.

It was into this sea of sick jubilation that Rachael was brought. Beckett was standing near the gallows, a man next to him, whom she assumed was a priest, dressed in his holy vestments as he was. She held her head high and made her way to his side.

“I’m here, as you requested.” she stated in a neutral tone.

“And looking very lovely, might I add.” Beckett grinned cruelly.

“Let’s just get this over with.” she sighed. Beckett made a tsking sound.

“Rachael, my darling. You know me better then that. For what’s a little ceremony without the guests of honor?” he grinned, signaling to something over her shoulder. She turned and her eyes went wide when she saw that the gaolers were bringing James, Billy and Tim to the gallows, their arms tied behind their backs. She whirled to face Beckett, her eyes wide as nooses were placed around their necks.

“What is this?” she demanded.

“I needed a little insurance policy to make certain you didn’t change your mind halfway through. Marry me and they will live the rest of their lives in prison.” He smirked, “Refuse and…” He ran his finger across his neck.

“You sick bastard!” she snarled.

“Make your choice, Rachael. Whatever you decide, neither will save you from my bed this night.” Beckett smirked, feeling as if he’d won some grand prize.

Rachael turned to look at each man currently in the gallows. Tim was staring at her with grim determination. Billy looked resigned to his fate, thinking that he would finally get to be with his beloved once again. And James…

His eyes pierced her very soul, an underlying message within their dark hues that she didn’t know how to decipher. She loved him with everything she was and didn’t want to see him die. Her head bowed, she turned back to Beckett.

“Fine.” One single word. Beckett grinned and grabbed her hand to pull her before the priest. He grew hard thinking about finally getting between Rachael’s thighs and couldn’t wait until this was over. He was going to show her unimaginable pain for the years to come.

“Dearly beloved…we are gathered here today to witness this man and this woman be wed in Holy Matrimony before the eyes of God and His church. If any assembled have just cause why these two should not be joined, speak now or forever hold your peace.” the priest began.

 charlottecarrendar 
The Pirate King

The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Four

The Son of the Dragon

Writers:
CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a
xZephyrZ

IceTe3a: Ronin was glad that the old man understood the issue he had with going to war, he hoped that Tsunayoshi would not take it personally but Ronin had his goals that he must complete otherwise his life was wasted. Giving a slight bow towards the old warrior he went off to gather what was needed, he already had his satchel of anti venom, his swords were as sharp as the day they were made. Wandering into the markets he gathered food supplies such as herbs, rice, dried meats amongst other things for his long journey ahead he knew it would take awhile for them to reach the warlords lands. The town was still in havoc from the previous battle if you could call it that, but Ronin managed to find a weapon crafter that would supply him with the things he needed, such as kunai, Shuriken’s, Smoke bombs and a grappling hook and rope to scale walls. Before he continued on with his journey Ronin went to the spar bathhouse, known for its hot healing waters he graciously accepted the old ladies fresh towel and robe, as he stripped down naked, he stood tall and proud as always, his body riddled in scars from past wars and conditioning his body, surgery stitched scars amongst the mess, he wades into the deep hot pools with a long and loud sigh of relief, letting his hair flow down he relaxed and went into a meditating state. After about an hour he awoke feeling revitalized and new, whilst he was asleep the old lady had come by and dropped off some new clothes for ronin, leaving a note stating she threw away the old pair of pants. He smiles softly as he gets out of the hot pools, the last of the water drippiling down his bare skin, finally meeting with the cold floors, the difference between the temperature of his body and the wind was enough to allow steam to be seen coming off his body. Ronin took a deep stretch and a sigh as he dressed in his new garments, they were simple but elegant, long smooth black pants that ran down to his legs, giving him enough room to bend and stretch as he pleased and a sleeveless top that wrapped over each other, Almost like a martial artists outfit, placing on his shoes and re equipting his weaponry he gathered his things and took leave to the horses. Confirming with himself that he had everything prepared and ready for their trip he awaited Tsunayoshi by the horses, so they could head off towards the warlords terrain. He knew exactly what he was going to do, he would find exactly where the warlord and the serpent where, sneak into the castle, assassinate the warlord, face the serpent and then save Rikken’s daughter bringing her back to her original home. As for the warlords son, if he got in the way; like anyone else he would find the end of Ronin’s blade to be sharp and awaiting their blood to quench its thirst. In a castle on the northern side of the Japanese island, laid the lands of the warlord, a land ruled by fear and an iron fist, these were all the warlord needed to rule his lands and this was his way. News had reached him that his son and the Serpent was successful in their mission and were on their way back. Standing in the strategy room his two arms stretched out before him as his fists were clenched up into balls of fists leaning against the hard wooden table. Onto of the table was a map of Japan in great detail, with locations of his lands and their defensive positions, castles, keeps and towns. The same for the south side of the dragons land’s, the map showed all as his scouts were sent out to report on these locations, Information was vital in winning a war, the old warlord knew this as he stood tall, graced in his battle armor he was hardly seen without it on, his silver hair flowed down to his back as part of it was tied into a pony tail at the back of his head, resting on his shoulder was his weapon of choice a almost full length thick made katana, custom built to his orders, the blade was known as ‘Splitter of souls’ as its blade has tasted the blood of many a man in previous battles, as in all battles he had his fair share of scars, the most noticeable sat upon his face splitting his left eyebrow in two it ran down over his eyelid all the way to the bottom of his cheek, he could see out of his left eye slightly although the color of his eye was now pure white from the damage that had been done, he still had one good eye and that did not handicap him in a fight. Slamming his right fist on the table, the little figurines of his army shook at the force of the blow. “So close.. Japan will be mine” he said in a deep and crackling voice, he wanted all that his eyes fell upon to be under his control. His belief was Japan was weak under separate rule and he wanted to take over, to forge a stronger Japan, one that would become legend. That was his legacy he would leave behind for his grandchildren. “ WHERE ARE THEY” he bellowed, demanding a guard to advise him as to the location of his son and The Serpent, guard came scrambling to attention ((More))

 
IceTe3a: attention “Sir they near the castle as we speak, they should be within your presence soon my lord” the guard giving the deepest of respectful bows towards the Warlord. “Good… Good” he said in a thundering tone, coming to a stand he paced the room, before finally falling harshly into his Custom made throne, one arm resting on the Arm rest the other supporting his head up with his clenched fist, closing his eyes he waited in meditation for them to return to his presence ( E )

CharlotteCarrendar: – The old warrior gave in to the young Ronin’s demands that he had a quest of his own to complete, but in order to do that, he wanted to deal first and foremost with the Warlord and his son. Naturally, the Serpent fell in with that plan, and no doubt he wanted retribution after the fight outside the town that had gone so horribly wrong. There was as much about pride and honor that drove the Ronin’s motives, however in the bigger picture, so many were to be affected by the death of the Dragon, and what that meant for his lands, as well as Rikken’s town. Watching the Ronin head for the markets, which he had several ports of call, including a bathhouse, which was not unreasonable, the old Warrior went to prepare the horses for the long ride. With sleeping packs and as well as items for cooking, and water in bladders that were strapped to the sides of the horses, he knew at least that they were not going to go hungry, or die of thirst. Though the lands lay waste for the worst type of highwaymen and scoundrels, villains and thieves the elements were always your greatest enemy, so preparation was the key to survival. Rubbing the patch that rest over where his eye once was, the old Master began to think back to his youth, when he was all too quick to go on crusades of justice, to protect the innocent and free the enslaved. So many years had passed, and while he thought in the twilight of his years, he could at least take rest and look to the setting of the sun in his life in comfort. No, as a warrior he should know, that one never gives up on the fight, and that true honour, is to die by the very sword with which you fight. This may well be his final fight, but at least he knows, he is doing what is right. And so he stood solemnly awaiting the Ronin’s return, so their journey could begin. :: Five miles from the castle walls of the Warlord’s lands, was the Serpent, along with a contingent of the Warlord’s men. The Warlord’s son rode in front, with the beautiful young daughter of Rikken sitting behind him, holding close to her savior. She saw this all as a great adventure, not realizing the death and destruction that had been left in the wake of the Warlord’s attack. The Serpent, who had to be treated for her injuries, rode in back of the group. Her eyes peeled for sign of any hostiles that might approach the riders on the final march home. They would be foolish to try anything. These men were armed with bows and katanas. Some of the elite of the Warlord’s men, and returning home with honor, for the mission was a success. <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin returned to the horses after a long days rest, it was needed in his eyes; with another sigh he prepared himself for the journey ahead, half the town knew exactly what the Ronin was preparing to go do, some begged him not to throw his life away so foolishly, others cheered him on for his bravery and boasted for him, about his honor and so forth. He noticed the old warrior waiting by the horses, all prepared and ready to start their journey. He nodded softly to the warrior “Shall we go” he said, Placing what he had bought in the market into the horses bag’s that were attached to the side, he was ready to start the journey not waiting for a reply he jumped on his horse which in kind reared on its hind legs giving a “Neeehhhy” out loud, the beasts front legs landing firmly on the ground, kicked up a cloud of dust, as its muscles went to work, pushing off in a gallop down the road towards the Warlords lands. Finally he would get his revenge, and perhaps save Rikkens daughter, in which he prayed was well and safe in the arms of the enemy, “I shall free you from your burden young miss” as his thoughts betrayed him and slid towards the serpent, Ronin grit his teeth together grinding them “As for you, I am coming for you… keep a wither eye on the horizon for I shall be upon it soon” At the castle cheering and shouting could be heard from the training grounds, his son and the serpent must have returned, he releases a sigh of relief, as he expected them to return but life was cruel and unfair something the old Warlord knew all too well. “PREPARE THE BANQUET HALL, INFORM THE CHEFS AND ALL THAT NEED TO KNOW WE SHALL HAVE A MASSIVE PARTY TO CELEBRATE MY SON’S AND THE SERPENTS RECENT VICTORY” He slammed his left fist on his throne, as the room echo’d with a rather large clash. Anyone who heard the warlords demand’s ran off to make preparations for tonight’s party, the chefs were cooking all assortments of meals and deserts, as the barmen started bringing up barrels of warm sake and beer. Tonight’s entertainment would be one of strength as sparing matches were to be held in the hall, with fire breathers and knife jugglers, saucy lady dancers for his men, and perhaps afew for his own eye. He awaited for them to meet him in his throne room and report on their mission, the warlord demanded he knew every small detail about anything that happened. His son never understood this but he knew all too well, that he had a saying for everything, the saying for this weird request was as follows For want of a nail, the horseshoe was lost. For want of a horseshoe, the steed was lost. For want of a steed For want of a steed the rider was lost., For want of the rider the message was not delivered. For want of an undelivered message, the war was lost” Basically stating the butterfly effect of life, meaning every action had a reaction. Meanwhile not far from the borderline of the warlords territory Ronin and the old Warrior known as Tsunayoshi were getting closer and closer to the location of the Warlord and the serpent, not far into the warlords lands was the castle they all laid in wait, preparing party and festivities for later tonight, Neither did either of them know, that they would face off each other in the shadows of the moon. “We must be getting close now, There are more warhorse tracks on the grounds going this way” the Ronin said as he pointed in a general direction, awaiting Tsunayoshi’s opinion in the matter.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Surprisingly for such an old hand as the warrior known as Tsunayoshi, he was still greatly skilled when it came to riding his mount. He kept up well with the likes of the young Ronin, crossing the great plains at a speed that was astonishingly quick. He knew the urgency to complete the mission was paramount, and with a look of steely determination, he rode onward – pushing his horse to the limit of its exertion. As they approached the lands of the Warlord, it was clear by the landscape, with its many outlooks and turrets in the mountains, along with the trail that had been carved out. Fresh horse prints as well of that of soldiers were evident, so they knew they were on the right track. “Indeed we are close, but we must still be cautious when we make the final approach to the walls. I suggest we tie the horses up in the nearest forest under cover, and then go on by foot.” If the Ronin accepted this idea to stalk their way to the gates, they may have a better chance of being undetected. ::

The raucous sound of cheering supporters and well-wishers awaited the return of the victorious band, that came through the gates to a hero’s welcome. Many had come out of their homes and businesses to give a resounding cheer, and the sounds of battle drums only added to the mix. The din sure to be heard by the Warlord, as the horses came to the centre of the main courtyard, all dismounting and having their mounts led away by stable hands. The Warlord’s son took the hand of the daughter of Rikken and led her up the stairs, into the waiting hall of his father. The Serpent was again the last to enter, not caring for the fanfare or noise. She had done her duty to her Master – The Warlord. Successful in ending the reign of the Dragon and his son, and ensuring the safe return of the Warlord’s son and his prize. The Warlord’s son approached his father, only stopping to bow repeatedly, as did the young child bride. Up the back, the Serpent waited to be called. <3>

IceTe3a: The warlords one good eye laid upon his returning son entering the throne room, with his prize in his hand the young lady, the daughter of Rikken who was promised to his son. “Behold and witness my son and The serpent have returned with what is rightfully ours by trade, Let this be lesson to our enemies and allies never to betray us be it in death or deal” an uproar of the crowd showed agreement to what the warlord was saying, his hand extended to the Serpent “ Praise our most skilled warrior in our rank’s the serpent for completing this task set before her, honor is well earned in her name” the crowd roared once more, “And praise the gods for bringing my son back to me alive and in victory, for his skills in the arts of war may be unheard of but will soon be feared by all” with that the crowd’s uproar was that loud one could hardly think to one’s self. “ Tonight we shall wed the daughter of Rikken with my son as is his right, Now please clear the room” he bellowed the last part so all could here, he signaled for his son to stay, as his good eye came upon the Serpent sitting in the back in the shadows, the old warlord extended his arm with his palm open inviting the serpent to approach him, as daughter. He may have taken her from her true parents at a young age, but he grew her up as he would his own, and treated her as such, Although he knew she was not like other young females of Japan, surely she would rip them apart given half the chance. On the borderline of the warlords territory, Ronin and Tsunayoshi sat there on their horses discussing their plans ahead of them, Tsunayoshi brought up a valid point that they should hide their horses in the forest line and continue on foot, allowing the advantage of surprise to remain there’s. “I agree, we need this element so we can slip into the castle and do what needs to be done, and get out.” He said in a low tone as his eyes fell upon the forest line in the distance “Now, when we get into the castle I need you to locate the young lady and bring her out of the castle, I will go deal with the rest. We will meet back at where we tied the horses up” the Ronins plan was to separate him from Tsunayoshi so they could get the job done quicker, Tsunayoshi would go and rescue Rikken’s daughter, escaping from the castle before notice of his presence whilst Ronin dealt with the serpent and the warlord, He knew this would not sit well with Tsunayoshi but this was the way he wanted it to play out, as the young ladies life was more important at this time. Ronin felt like he owed her this much to say the least, With that he took off towards the Tree line, within a few minutes of galloping at a steady pace they finally reached the thick and dense forest tree line, it was dark and the air was cold, it was not enough to leave the horses out on the tree line as someone may see them and perhaps steal or investigate further, jumping off his horse he led it into the dark forest as to hide the horse from plain sight. It was easy to tell it was colder in the forest than outside in the open plains, “This will do” he said as he tied down his horse to a nearby tree, “remember the location, let’s try not to give it away with markings or tracks” he awaited Tsunayoshi to offer more opinion or advise before they head off towards the castle walls, By this time the sun was setting low, as darkness would soon arrive, this would aid them in hiding in the shadows allowing them to slip in quietly, so far all was going to plan.

CharlotteCarrendar: – All the fuss and noise, the cheers and applause. It did not sit well with the Serpent, who preferred to keep within the shadows – out of sight and far from public glare. She was an assassin, a mercenary and the Warlord’s most valuable. The Warlord of course had to do the welcome and preparation speech of the fact he wished his son to marry the daughter of Rikken that very eve, and put a final seal on the deal that he had with the late Rikken. All would know not to cross the Warlord in a deal, for the price was indeed a heavy one, dealt by a swift hand. The Serpent watched as the Warlord beckoned her forward to accept his outstretched hand. She padded towards him, her feet barely registering a sound upon the tiled floor. The Serpent had her hair bound up behind her tightly, with wisps that hung down around her face. The exquisite beauty of the girl, was a mask of the cold heart that beat beneath. Service and honouring the Warlord was all she knew. To have failed in this mission would have meant certain death. Another day longer to live upon this earth. The Serpent accepted the outstretched hand and let him lead her as he will, most likely back to his chair, to hear first hand accounts of the deaths at Rikken’s homeland. No doubt it would be quite the tale. The Serpent did not look at another soul. Dark eyes gave away nothing of her emotional state. Like the cobra that lay in wait – it was the best way to describe the warrior vixen. :: Outside the castle walls, concealed by the forest follage, the old warrior alighted from his steed, and started to tie his mount to the nearest tree. The Ronin had explained what he felt was the best way forward, and by that, he wished the old Warrior to led the girl from the compound back to the forest, while he went on and dispatched the Warlord and his son, while then taking on the Serpent as a parting shot. A very dangerous game they were playing with the odds stacked high against them. “The grappling hook and rope. They will be needed to scale the walls. I on the other hand, will go right up to the gate, and offer myself to the guards as a passing spiritual advisor, to assist with weddings and ceremonies. That should get me in close to the daughter of Rikken.” It was a bold move, but then again, one had to think outside the box, to outwit a Master of evil. <3>

xZephyrZ: Seiyuu Teke, the Dragon’s youngest son by a long shot, the product of his final attempts to produce an heir should the worst happened to his existing bloodline. By the time he was old enough to walk and talk his father was an old man, he had no time for an infant, no time for the struggles of parenthood and his son’s childhood. As a result Seiyuu was raised by slaves and servants, tutors and nobles who would visit almost unendingly. Growing up was lonely, living was lonely, playing with other children was lonely. Though Seiyuu was forever surrounded by people, he lacked those who were direly important, he had no family, he was born into loneliness. Rather than attempt to attract his father’s affections through constant attention seeking Seiyuu matured extremely quickly on his own, realising independence by the age of 16. He knew how to gain his father’s respect, he would follow in the steps of his older brother and gain glory in battle, persecute the enemies of the empire and crush those who resisted the will of the Dragon.
xZephyrZ: So he trained, tirelessly, learned the Art of War, perfection became his life, his obsession, we would become a perfect soldier and commander, his skills in battle rivalled only by his tactical brilliance. The Young Dragon would work his soul to shreds to attain flawlessness and he would succeed, but the price for this success would be steeper than he could afford. His genius molested his soul, his talent inflated his ego, he was untameable, wild and deadly with not a reason to slow. Of course it didn’t go unnoticed, of course the Young Dragon wasn’t ignored for much longer, he was accelerated through the rankings, winning countless victories for the Empire, for the Dragon, for his father. Surely he had gained the respect of that man, time and time again he requested his presence, only to be denied. Was he ashamed? Had he been created as a backup? Was he simply the other son, to be tossed aside until he was needed? The Young Dragon wouldn’t have it, he was perfect, his skills unrivalled, he laughed at the efforts of veterans, swatted away countless Warlords, Bandits and Rebels, he was God-Like and his father would know it.

 
xZephyrZ: Spurred on by rage and the ignorance of his father he continued, become ever more reckless and bloodthirsty, the lives around him mattered not, his work became sloppy, and the lands were stained the blood of countless nameless husbands and sons. Thus, he would inevitably fall from grace, his soul was black and it would continue to corrupt until countless lives were lost on that day. The fault lay with the Young Dragon but he refused to accept it, casting away the words of his peers, his elders like a mighty storm he sought out the Dragon, his father. What came next wasn’t any scene from a famous tragedy, not a hail of anger and fury. The Dragon was calm, like the eye of a typhoon he stood, facing away, (Dragon) “You taint my blood, you are ungrateful, bratty and arrogant, you are not my son, you bear no rights to my name, leave.”
xZephyrZ: The rest is history, blinded by hubris he fled, far away. He’d spend eternity alone once more, learning the error of his ways over time, founding the only family he knew, The Eyes of the Dragon, with those who had still been loyal to him, despite his actions. Still, he hoped one day to reconcile with his father, return to the Empire of the Dragon, make amends, he was unaware now that he would never have that chance, but time would bring his fate closer every second, drawn to him like an arrow guided by string.

xZephyrZ: The wind was unusually cold, it wasn’t often he’d spend extended periods meditating but he wasn’t able to calm his mind. His past was an irreparable stain on his honour, he had found himself wanting, wishing he could return to his home more and more. But what would he say? Could he simply apologise for his behaviour? Would his old life readily accept him back? More importantly, would his father? The eyes of the disgraced son of the Dragon snapped open to reveal emerald green gems. “Do not dwell, this is life now..” he muttered to himself. He led a band of sell swords now, Corsairs who protected the Empire behind a veil, thwarting the efforts of those who would seek to overthrow the Dragon’s reign whenever the opportunity arose. He rose from crossed legs and proceeded back towards their camp. A ramshackle sprawl of canvas tents met his gaze, each housing anywhere between one and ten men and of varying sizes. Honour and respect here were won through combat prowess, success and, most importantly of all, loyalty. The Young Dragon served well those who served him and knew of no other way. The usual hustle and bustle of the camp was smothered by the thundering of hooves, one of his scouts was returning with news as if propelled by the God of the Wind himself. Running to meet the ruckus he recognised Tsun immediately, one of his most trusted companions. Tsun had followed the Young Dragon during his time in the Empire, he had forever admired Seiyuu’s skill at arms and his tactical genius and made a point of voicing his aspirations shamelessly. “Tsun, you have returned, welcome” he said calmly, despite the boy’s stallion stopping just inches away from him “Why such speed? It’s as if you are here to warn us of the arrival of hell’s armies.” He chuckled slightly; humour had always helped him cope with dire situations since his exile.

 
xZephyrZ: The boy dismounted, his long brown hair unrestrained, falling down past his shoulders, sporting the tattered remains of an Imperial Military garb as did the man he considered his master. (Tsun)“Dragon!” he started, bowing respectfully “I bring news… of…”, he hesitated, “You.. Your father… he’s….” Seiyuu’s ears pricked up at the mention of that man, every hair on his body stood on end,(Seiyuu) “What of my father?”. By now the entire camp had been transfixed by what was unfolding, it seemed as if it was the creation of theatre, they all knew where the Young Dragon had come from, they knew of his past, they knew he revealed this as a form of penance, an attempt to repent for his sins.(Tsun) “He’s…….” Tsun hesitated again, he knew the next words from his mouth would destroy his idol, he could not bear to tear his master’s soul from his being, “dead… he.. he was killed” the words spilled from his mouth, he saw The Young Dragon turn pale, as if his heart was in the grip of death himself. Wave after wave of shock crushed him, he was drowning, the black was crushing him, his eyes darted back and forth aimlessly, his system was barely able to cope sustaining his life, his sight gone. How could he be dead? My father? Impossible! It’s not true.. thoughts raced through his mind in every direction. (Seiyuu) “Dead? How could… it’s impossible, my father can’t… EXPLAIN YOURSELF AT ONCE!” he roared, embodying the Dragons of legend “YOU ARE SURELY MISTAKEN, FOOLISH BOY!”

 
xZephyrZ: The world froze, expressionless faces surrounded them, not one muscle moved, no fingers twitched, the wind had ceased completely, the wildlife made nought but a squeak, Tsun recoiled from the Young Dragon as if he was set ablaze(Tsun) “Th-th-the WEDDING! IT WAS THE WEDDING! YOUR BROTHER, I WAS… EVERYONE WAS…. “ Tsun screamed desperately. He stopped, staring, his mind transported far away the words dribbled from his mouth “An assassin, she killed them all, The Warlord from the North, his son… I-I-I.. I don’t know the rest.. Th-The Serpent, The Serpent was her name”.

xZephyrZ: The Eyes of the Dragon, or the Eyes as they were commonly known, had scouts, spies and contacts in many cities, it was inevitable the Warlord’s treachery would come to their attention, but sheer coincidence Tsun had to be the one to deliver this wrecking ball. He had been sent only to watch and report on the state of the Dragon, Seiyuu kept tabs on his father’s comings and goings, he simply could not let go.

xZephyrZ: The crushing silence continued, not one man or woman dared move, though the atmosphere in which they lived was significantly more relaxed and informal compared to the norms of Japanese culture and each of them referred to the other by name they all knew how he would feel. As tears of rage welled up in his eyes he spat through clenched teeth (Seiyuu)“I.. must know more, they will pay, they will pay in blood, in land! They will pay with their lives, their families! THEY WILL PAY WITH THEIR SOULS, WITH THEIR ETERNAL SUFFERING, THEY WILL BURN!” The Young Dragon was come to life, they would blaze through the country to reach the capital of the Dragon’s Empire, the fury of the Young Dragon was to set upon the land, war was coming.

IceTe3a: Ronin nodded as he heard Tsunayoshi’s plan of attack, Ronin would scale the walls and Tsunayoshi was to walk straight into the mouth of the monster under disguise and play innocent until the time came. He formally bowed and gave Tsunayoshi respect “Sounds like a plan, I wish you luck on your part of this plan, We shall meet back here before dawn, If either of us are not here at Dawn you fall back to Rikken’s town and prepare its defenses, as will I.” saying that he turned to his horse, grabbed what was needed, the rope and grappling hook, his smoke bombs and of course his shruiken’s these would defiantly come in handy, He did not plan to kill every guard he came across, sneak past them if he could, but if they got in the way he had no choice but to kill them. Finally prepared he had everything he needed and his blades were ready for battle, he took off with speed, pressing his feet down with such power and speed his run turned into a flash step to those of slow reaction time, darting through the forest passing old tree’s that had stood to seen it all and then some he could see the castle wall getting closer. By the time Ronin appeared out of the tree line, the sun had fallen and all was dark, crouching down low he glanced the open field between the forest line and the Castle wall, “Right now to get in, the guards will be on the upper wall, but only the night watchmen, so it should be pretty dead” he said to himself, a way of re assuring himself. With the ball of his right foot, he darted towards the castle wall, as he could see a light coming from a moving held torch slowly walking its way down away from him to the end of the wall. He quickly grips the rope and grapple giving it a good spin he aims with precision letting the grapple fly up to the castle wall, hooking itself steady against the other side, Ronin gives the rope a heavy tug to place the grapple in its place making sure he would not fall mid climb. Taking one last glance for any sign of passing light he was in the clear for now, as he climbed up the old castle wall, he could hear noise, chanting and cheering. Was a party going on? Perhaps to celebrate their victory, this would serve good cover for Ronin to slip in without being noticed. He finally makes it to the top of the wall, gripping the edge he launches himself up and over the wall coming to a crouch on the walkway of the eastern wall, quickly and quietly he draws out a single katana, his eyes darting from location to location on either end of the pathway “Right.. clear..” quietly he creeps to the other side to take a glance on the inner side of the castle wall, Indeed it was a party people celebrating, drunkards fighting. This would keep the guards busy and or have them drunk off their minds, turning around he packs up the grapple and rope, hiding it in a safe location as he runs across the wall, until he finds a vantage point allowing him to jump clearly across ontop of the 3rd floor of the castle, stepping back to get a running start, he dashes forward ‘Leap of faith’ came to mind as he pushed with all his might on the ball of his foot, souring across the air he lands into a roll onto his shoulder then onto his foot on the other side, ontop of the 3rd castle floor roof. “now… if I get higher and work my way down, I should get a feel of this place. Hearing a noise behind him, he glances quickly into the shadows, just a passing guard, he sighs slightly, as he quickly starts to climb to the 4th floor, he jumps onto a balcony on the 4th floor only to have a guard come walking out onto the balcony, crouching in the darkness Ronin lied in wait for the guard to pass, no such luck and no time to waste slowly creeping closer his katana in hand, he ventures crouched behind the guard, looking up at him he comes to a quick stand, the guard must have seen him stand, as he turns around, Ronin was prepared for anything, as the guard turned around it found Ronin’s Left elbow flying into his face with great force, a crack could be heard of shattering bone, next ronin span around on the ball of his foot in a anti clockwise direction he came to face the guards other side, with a quick swing of his blade, “Shhhhhing” the guards head dropped off at his feet, the guards lifeless body falls to the floor to meet his newly decapitated head, blood spilt over Ronin’s face and chest, he wipes the blade of his katana clean before he checks for more guards. “Can’t have you being discovered” as he jammed the door closed from the outside and broke the lock with his katana, this would insure a bit of time before the body was discovered, he turned to the wall and scaled the up to the 5th level finding the balcony clear he pulls himself up, this balcony was attached to a room glancing around quickly the room was clear, he did not bother to check what else was in the room until he was in, Closing the doors behind him he quickly glanced around, weaponry, a bed, a change room, a tub full of boiling water. Was someone here? <more>

 
IceTe3a: He could not see anyone, perhaps they departed just before he came, This was a females room, that much was for sure. His ears twitch as they pin a noise coming from behind him, his katana slices in the direction without warning, to decapitate a snakes head from its body “A snake… The serpents room” This was perfect, he could wait here and when she arrived he would be in hiding and she would be at a disadvantage to his attack, he quickly shoved the snake out the window, as he searched for a hiding place, behind a curtain would be to obvious, in the clothing was just pointless as that could be the first place she goes to, no shadows, no closets this was becoming a bad Idea, he notices a desk over in the corner, with paper and ink on top of it, taking a glance it was dark underneath and would allow him to hide and not be seen, Re sheathing his katana as it would be too big to hold under the desk, he slides under there and crouches waiting for her to arrive, and in that moment when she shows her guard down, he would strike. Meanwhile The warlord watches as the serpent takes palm in hand, he guides her to sit on his knee as he strokes her hair gently “You do me proud, Tell me what happened? Did they suffer for their insolence, leave no details” he glances at his son and the young lady, and waves them off “ You two prepare yourself for tonight’s celebrations, I will meet you in the Banquet hall, Serpent, you may go and prepare yourself for tonight Once I am informed of the details of today’s victory” he smirks at the idea of his enemy the dragon suffering at the hand of his top assassin, and that fat oaf Rikken dying after he betrayed his word, the Warlord relished in the pain of others, and it showed. The party outside was in full swing, music was blasting people cheering and chanting songs and title, the warlords army was drunk and at peace for now enjoying the moment, Little did they know that they had left one of the dragon’s bloodline alive, and that could cause serious issue down the track, only time would tell. <E>

CharlotteCarrendar’ – Wise beyond his years, Tsunayoshi knew the art of deception and how to mask his identity to those guards that watch the gate, while the rest of the Castle was involved deep in the celebrations. A simple bow to the Ronin, who had a monumental task ahead of him, the old warrior brought up his hood, as he had done so before. This allowed him the anonymity that was required for this audacious task. With only his staff showing, his katana well hidden beneath his ragged shroud, he took only with him a simple book, that was tied to his chest and swung low – his boa staff his only visible weapon, though he leant his body against it so it seemed he was frail and weak. Shuffling along the trail that led to the imposing gates of the Warlord’s castle, he spied ahead only two guards that were on night watch. Clearly, their leader was of the assumption that none would dare seek to come barrelling up the gates to take back Rikken’s daughter. Oh how wrong they were. The guards raised their heads, on seeing what looked to be an elderly man who ambled along as though lame. “What business are you here for, old man?” One guard asked, as another raised a torch to see the old warrior better. Keeping his head down, his body shook with a nervous tremor, as though he was afflicted by some functional abnormality. In a hoarse voice that croaked in reply. “The Warlord seeks to have a blessing for his son’s new bride to be. I have come far across the hills. Pray I do not have to turn back now. I fear his wrath if I am late.” Carefully chosen words, which were heeded by the Guards. They knew the Warlord hated to be kept waiting, and if this man, this…monk was here to perform a duty to the Warlord, then he must be ushered inside. “This way, old man.” The horn was sounded, and the gates were opened by a throng of guards within. The old warrior bowed repeatedly for such gracious hosts, and then shuffled through. The guards failed to notice the katana that he bore beneath his cloak, and this would later be their undoing. :: A guard within was instructed to lead the old warrior to the Rooms of the Warlord’s son, who had with him the daughter of Rikken. She was to be dressed in the special gown that had already been made for her, on word that Rikken had agreed to the deal for her hand. Passing by many rooms that had guards and elders of the court enjoying the lavishing of fine foods and wine, Tsunayoshi could see gaping holes in their security, that would help him spirit the girl to safety once he reached her room. All he needed, was a little more time. He shuffled onward, until the guard stopped just outside the bride to be’s room. “In here.” Tsunayoshi bowed and then he opened the door, going inside and closing it gently behind him. The daughter of Rikken was standing at the window, her heart heavy at the loss of her father, but still under the belief that she loved the Warlord’s son. Where was he, you might ask? Being bathed and prepared to be presented to her before the Warlord. :: The Serpent moved graciously up the stairs, and then sat herself down upon the Warlord’s lap, just as he had wanted her too. She moved her head as he stroked his hand down her hair, and then with a light shake, her hair was released from its binds. A shimmering veil of black that went down to the very base of her back. She was very much snake like, and when her head was raised for the Warlord to gaze upon her face, her eyes were almost mesmerizing. Lips so pink and plump, a richness to the crimson of her cheeks, that offset the alabaster sheen of her skin. The Warlord treated her like a daughter, but she was so much more than that. She was the very viper that beheaded a Dragon. Few could make such a claim and yet here she was, victorious as the Warlord was to enjoy the spoils. The Warlord wanted to hear the tale first hand from his Serpent. “If it pleases my Master, the Dragon was not so noble upon his steed. Belief in self was partly to blame, but of course, he presented his son to the Wart hog Rikken, and thus, I was able to easy sink my fangs into his head. His skull did crack and his eyes popped from his head, like two small tiny balls, that hung upon blood red tendrils. He died the death of the shamed. No warrior was he. A sham. My Master now would hold sway over the lands of the Wart Hog Rikken and the Dragon.” All this said as she moved her body sensually. The Serpent was more than a woman, she was the embodiment of the very snake that had blessed her so long ago. Her tale told she knew he would wish her to go and get ready for the feast, and so she dared to plant a kiss to his cheek before sliding off and then gliding out of the room, to go to her own, and dress as a high warrior of the Warlord. <3>

xZephyrZ: Just as Tsun had sped to deliver the news of the Dragons death Seiyuu and his men sped to the capital Kyoto, a vast urban sprawl, hundreds if not thousands of years old. Of course their arrival caused all kinds of commotion, but the guards recognised the tattered garb donned by the young dragon and let him through. “Await my return” he muttered as he rode off in to the city alone. There was so much he needed to know, a sea of unanswered questions, was it really true, was his father slain? The city itself was lifeless, he began to come to terms with what must be, the citizens in mourning, the loss of an Emperor, the greatest Japan had seen for centuries, this was the entire country’s burden to bear, save for those bastards loyal to that treacherous dog in the north. With haste he reached the Inner Sanctum of the Emperor’s Royal Palace, not guard nor noble stopping him, they were certainly awestruck to see the Young Dragon return, especially in the state he was in, tattered and beaten. He knew where they would be, a room which carried grim memories for him, unannounced he entered the War Room. “Is it true?” he bellowed, blowing in to the room as the wind of a tempest (Seiyuu) “Is my father dead?”. The Young Dragon had come home at last only to find his family slaughtered. Military man and noble alike turned to meet him, some with shock, some with outrage, but one remained dead calm. (Mitsunari) “Yes, it is true, the Dragon is dead, War comes to the land, what concern is it of yours?” Mitsunari Akihide was a prominent figure in the Young Dragon’s past, a general respected above all others, personal advisor to the Emperor, known simply as wisdom itself. It was him who had taken control after receiving news of the ambush and subsequent death of the Dragon and his Eldest Son, it was him who would manage the Empire in their stead. He knew exactly who had walked through those doors, he knew the Young Dragon would return enraged and he knew he would seek vengeance, but as far as he was concerned Seiyuu had abandoned his family and had no right to concern himself with such matters. (Seiyuu) “What concern is this of mine? You ask me why I concern myself with the death of my father? Why I have returned to my home? Vengeance! I seek to kill those that defile this land with my own two hands, that is why I have returned!” he replied maintaining a respectful tone in his voice (Mitsunari) “You abandoned your family, you accepted exile, your presence is meaningless here, return from whence you came” Mitsunari was never rash, nor even excited, he was calm and collected without fail, his patience and tolerance seemingly endless, such words coming from him pierced deep, he could not know how much the Young Dragon had changed, how he regretted so the past. Seiyuu paused, taking a deep breath he collected himself, he would not fail here, he knelt coming to a bow on all fours (Seiyuu) “I beg of you, I do not wish to reclaim my place here, I do not wish to inherit my father’s kingdom, I wish only to help bring justice to those who orchestrated this, I humbly present myself as a servant, I will do all in my power to unite Japan, please allow me to aid you”. Mitsunari closed his eyes, exhaling loudly, he could see the Young Dragon had changed, he was far from redemption but this wasn’t the time to focus on petty details, war WAS coming, the armies of the Dragon would march and they needed a leader; it would be foolish to doubt his skill. (Mitsunari) “As the only remaining heir we have no choice but to accept you as our Emperor, however, you WILL pledge your life to the redemption of your soul, you WILL serve this Empire tirelessly even after you die, you WILL NEVER lay claim to the land outside these walls, nor the riches of your people and you WILL NEVER cause the death of another innocent person, if you accept these terms, you may serve your people once more, I will send word to your men outside and we will begin our counter-offensive”. Droplets erupted from his eyes, he had been afforded another chance, he knew he didn’t deserve it, but he would certainly not refuse it (Seiyuu) “I pledge my life and my sword to my people” he replied, rising from his bow, they didn’t have time from dramatic reunions or heated duels to the death, it was time for war.

The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Five

The Tarot Card

Writers
IceTe3a
xZephyrZ
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: It was getting late in the night as Ronin was in place waiting to strike, He hid under the shadow of the serpent’s desk, knowing all too well it was only time before she entered her chamber’s, He could not rush in to attack otherwise he would lose his advantage of surprise, she would have to be close, he was going to have to bide his time as to not spoil such a rare chance, blood mixing with the sweat building up on his face, a drop of it running down the bridge of his nose, a slight sigh as he wipes his face with his sleeve, closing his eyes he starts to meditate his plan of attack whilst lowering his heart rate and breathing. This would make sure his breathing would not give him away as he already knew she had acute sense of hearing, He should wait until she’s close her back turned against him, sneak out slowly and end her there; Perhaps he would have to venture further towards her to be able to attack within proper distance, He did not want to wait too long that the chance is missed and she walked back out of her chambers, but striking too soon and she may catch him in the act. Ronin really wanted her to see his face as the last thing she saw before she died, but this may not be something that he was able to fulfil; only time would tell. His ears twitch as he hears footsteps in the corridor, Could this be her? Is it time already? He wonders how the Old warrior faired in his task, hopefully better than he was fairing at this very moment, either way he readied himself with one last deep breath. On the other side of the castle the Warlord was deep in thought sitting on his throne alone in the darkness of the room, he had his thoughts to accompany him for awhile his left fingers extended towards his chin as he rubbed his digits across his fully bearded chin, “Mmmm.. So much to do, so little time.. I suspect my enemies are preparing to go to war with me” he burst out in laughter aloud as he slapped his knee at the thought of the dragons army attempting attack on his lands “They don’t have the guts nor the skill required to pull off such a feat”, His mind dwells on what the serpents report entailed, so much onslaught, no quarter held as he demanded it so He was thrilled with how it all went down and that the plan worked out without a hitch, Little did he know the serpent forgot to mention Ronin the sellsword in her report, this could possibly be a mistake; His mind fell to the man who constantly reminded him of the true meaning of weakness.. Rikken ‘Good, Rikken died a slow and painful death, he deserved no less for the gluttonous sweatbag he was, did Rikken really think he could get away with such dishonor?’ Coming to a stand he had a devilish smirk across his face, walking towards the battle map, with each step echoing throughout the room, his one good eye glancing down towards the map, as he tapped a location “They will come from here” he said aloud to himself, he knew the Dragon’s army would retaliate, After tonight’s celebrations he would rally his defences in preparation for a possible siege war, This meant making sure his food supply did not fall short, amongst other things. “Mmmm… This will be a war for the age’s “ he said once more aloud to himself as he stood up straight, slowly pacing around the room going over the possible path’s of his enemy’s army he stopped at the window as he glanced down at his people partying and celebrating the honor that was brought to their lands. “Brace yourselves… War is coming” he said to himself once more as he stood there his hand resting on his swords hilt.

CharlotteCarrendar: Entering the bridal suite, the hooded old Warrior bows low as the child bride has her attention turned to the window and out looking at the hordes that were in mass celebration of the might of the Warlord, the upcoming wedding, and the return of soldiers to glory once more. Her restfulness meant she was not preparing herself, and this was the opportunity that the old warrior needed. “Child, the Warlord has requested that you be taken to the font of the temple to be cleansed before wearing your bridal gown.” He sounded so sincere, and of course he looked every part a monk of the cloth. “Oh, but I thought…never mind. Please, led me to this temple, and I shall do as you wish.” Again the old warrior bowed, opening the door, and letting the girl follow him out. This…was going just as planned. :: Having given her full report to the Warlord, then instructed to go and prepare for the celebrations herself, the Serpent followed the shadowed lines of the corridors that led from the Warlord’s hall to her own small apartments. Graced by his honour she fared well against many others of her station, and she was allowed to travel the rooms unhindered. Such was the trust the Warlord had in his protégé’. On reaching her door, the Serpent paused a moment, closing her eyes as she pressed her hand to the carving on her door – that of a serpent. In her own quarters, she could dispense the mask that she showed all living, and become the girl that had been dragged from her home so long ago. Opening the door, she padded in lightly and took up a match, lighting the many candles that filled her room. Passing one picture that was framed specially, it was of a man and his son, with a baby girl. The picture’s edges were frayed and the face of the man obscured, but the boy…the boy’s face was clear as day. A boy filled with hope, dreams and a bright future. Who could this family be? She always stopped to pay reverence in the quiet moments to reflect on what she had lost. Sighing, she moved to her closet, and here she started to disrobe, her back covered in the hira shiruken strikes that had been sealed shut with a hot instrument. Disfiguring what was once the perfect skin of the Serpent. These were to be a testimony to her prowess as a fighter. Marked by the one known as the Ronin, and yet she lives. As she moved her back with her shoulders rolling, she twinged and you could hear a cry of pain. Yes, it still hurt, they were still fresh. No one would hear her, at least, that is what she thought. No one dared enter the lair of the Serpent, unless of course they were prepared to lose their life. <3>

xZephyrZ: He had not been met with a warm welcome, he didn’t really expect one, the Eyes had setup a small temporary camp outside the city (Mitsunari) “Your return will stir many, I will attempt to manage this but you must not allow your forces in to this city, I cannot contain chaos any more than I could contain you back then”. The Young Dragon wouldn’t be allowed to forget his past, not by anyone, he had been given a room to stay in, his own in fact, just as he remembered. Tears came to his eyes when he had first entered, has his father really forgotten him? Had he instead hoped for his return? He couldn’t bear the thought of his time outside his old home all being for nought. Shaking his head he entered the War Room. It was dull, walls undecorated and unmaintained, so unlike the rest of the palace, the roof outside even sat extended so that minimal sunlight entered the room, the atmosphere was almost grim, as if to represent an unwillingness to wage war against the Empire’s enemies, perhaps that they did so with a heavy heart, wishing above all else for peace and harmony.
xZephyrZ: Of course it was impossible to avoid now, the Imperial counter-attack would be swift, it had to be, soldiers and civilians alike called for blood and it had to be delivered. (Seiyuu) “Excuse my tardiness, I was attending to my men, they had many questions, as do I”. Mitsunari and those who surrounded him glanced toward him for but a moment. (Mitsunari) “It would not do for you to interrupt these proceedings, wait quietly outside if you are late in future, this court and this kingdom do not wait for those who fall behind, even those who are to lead it someday.” Mitsunari said calmly without much regard for the Young Dragon, of course he didn’t demand respect, he didn’t even expect it, but the old general was simply cold just as he had always been. It seemed strange to think how much he had changed, the Empire going on without him as if he were not there to begin with. (Seiyuu) “My apologies, please continue” Seiyuu replied with a respectful bow, he strode quickly to the nearest empty space in the room and sat, patiently waiting for the discussion to continue.

xZephyrZ: The Brazen General continued to speak, referring to the map that lay in front of him (Mitsunari) “There are three possible locations the enemy could be located, reports from forward scouts seem to suggest the majority of his forces are concentrated in one area, we will send small contingents to each area to confirm these suspicions and proceed from there, the bulk of our forces will remain just outside the Warlords lands, to maintain a position whereby we can readily attack each position.” He paused for a moment, most likely to wait for questions. Each man represented decades of wisdom in the Arts of War, these were the warlords who occupied the majority of the lands of the Dragon and had pledged fealty to recently deceased Emperor. How civil war had not broken out after the announcement of his death was a mystery, even Mitsunari could not control the minds of nine men as experienced as he, could he? The Young Dragon’s thoughts were interrupted by a beaten and hoarse voice, come from a man clad in baroque grass green armour, indicative of the traditions of the Samurai. (Tazuka Ken) “What of the enemy’s spies, surely any mass deployment of our men would not go unforseen.” Obviously they could not avoid detection, the armies of each man were large to begin with but together they numbered tens of thousands of men, another piped up. This one sporting blood red armour which was clearly battle-worn (Madoshi Narumi) “We should not concern ourselves with spies and sabotage, a full frontal assault is the only option, our foe is without honour, we cannot stoop so low.” With that another piped up, and another (Kaguya Takai) “Do not be foolish, we shou-“ (Daijiro Baruda) “NO! We must starve him out, cut off all food and supply lines”. It was another after another, by now all nine warlords were bellowing over the top of one another, it was clear Mitsunari could not control these men, he made little effort to break through the roaring with his own voice, it was as if a pride of lions was fighting to elect a new alpha. (Seiyuu) “Well, if you won’t, I will” the Young Dragon muttered under the thundering of egos, pulling his pistol from his waist, he cocked the lever, raising it above his head before unloading a single shot.

xZephyrZ: The combustion of gunpowder was seldom an event in silence and the Warlords turn to face the Young Dragon, not having previously borne witness to such technology. (Seiyuu) “My sincerest apologies, I mean no disrespect my lords” again, he bowed respectfully “I apologise for my behaviour, but I must speak here” (Iruka Rondo) “You are unaware of your place, you-“ the hand of Mitsunari had silenced the Warlord (Mitsunari) “We will listen to what the Young Dragon has to say, despite his shortcomings he is as skilled as any of us here.” (Seiyuu) “Thank you my lord” he continued, “I only wish to say my men just as any of yours will not ride under the banner of any other, as I have pledged my own life to the service of this Empire, I have pledged them, I request only to be allowed to ride for the concentration of our enemy’s men, I wish to meet him face to face and this will allow me the best opportunity” he bowed again, waiting for a reply, unbeknownst to him this was more or less the usual scene of such meetings, the Emperor having little regard for war himself would stand inattentive, musing over his own thoughts while Mitsunari handled all else. The nine looked to Mitsunari, his word was final, and he knew now this is how it would always be. (Mitsunari) “Our Young Dragon is eager, perhaps disregarding the lives of his own for the sake of revenge, however the enemy will not expect this, you will each lead your men toward a different fortress, it will seem as though we intend to fight across a divided front, this will be but a veil, all forces will turn to the appropriate target when the time comes, we will crush our enemy swiftly, you will all be allowed a day for preparations, remember your oaths, we fight for the Dragon.”

xZephyrZ: With an act so simple it had begun, a war which would raze the entire country to the ground should it be required. Only one would stand to lay claim to this kingdom. The Young Dragon returned to his men, giving them each their orders and setting off, they would be the tip of the spear aimed to pierce the heart of the Warlord.

IceTe3a: He had to hold back from jumping out at first sight, It was her The serpent as she slivered into her chambers and closed the door behind her, Little did she know Ronin laid in waiting under the Desk in her very Chamber. His eyes flowing her slow and feminine movements, her stance seemed to change as her body movements gave off a different perspective of a entirely different person, watching as she gave reverence to a picture of some sort, ‘What is she doing? This is not the same woman I faced back at Rikkens’ Ronin thought to himself, the woman from the battlefield was vicious and had no emotion, but the woman who stood in this very room showed of a difference, No matter he waved it off as a mere distraction to himself. He needed to find a weak point in her, somewhere he could strike if need be as he studied her movements, her flexing muscles; it seemed she was injured from his shiruken more then he thought she was or so his eyes tell him. Suddenly out of nowhere she started to disrobe, deffently not the situation Ronin expected to be in, as he could not help but look on he had to keep watch of her just in case she showed sign of knowing his presence, His eyes fell upon her Disfigured skin upon her back, ‘Ahh so she is still affected by the wounds.. Interesting” this information would come in handy. The time was now or never, She had no weapons and was wounded with her back against him, slowly he creeped out from under the desk, coming to a stand silently; his katana unsheathing ever so carefully and slowly, he extends one leg at a time keeping on the ball of his feet, as he moved closer to her, not making a sound, he could almost feel the warmth of her body when he extends his katana’s blade allowing the sharp blade to run down the side of her cheek and rest on her shoulder pressed against her neck. “I Always get my kill” Ronin said, with a low tone, He wanted to see her face as he took her life, this was a must for him, so he threw out the idea of hacking her apart before she knew what hit her, What could go wrong? Banging on the door of the Map room * Boom Boom Boom* “ENTER” The warlord bellowed, there could only be but one who would disturb him and his thoughts, the doors swinging open to show a the wall of the hallway and two lit torches suddenly the torches went out leaving the hallway pitch black, there stood a man covered in a full black ninja outfit, the only skin to be shown was that around his eyes as a decretive spiked Jaw piece covered his entire jaw line this of course was connected to his suit, his eyes glowing in the darkness; “Raiden… “ The warlords voice rumbled in a low tone, He knew those eyes anywhere; They belonged to The warlords personal Adviser and one of his top warriors, Raiden was born into the realm of darkness, his entire life living and training in pure darkness so his eyes adapted over time, it is said he can see through the darkest of shadows as if it was daylight. No one else but the warlord has ever met Raiden lest lay their bare eyes upon him. He was well known, but some though him myth or rumor only “I Return from the Isle’s of the north, my task completed, the witness’s silenced or otherwise disposed” Raided was a one man team able to Infiltrate any fortress, or disappear completely in a blink of an eye. Raiden appeared near the Warlord, who was used to his quick movements by now “I agree.. This is where they will strike from “ Raiden said, the warlord took his conical wisely, as he nodded “Go and scout our enemies numbers, find out their plans” the warlord ordered Raiden, as soon as he had finished, the torches came back on almost magically as if they never went out. He needed not look around to see if Raiden was still around he knew that Raiden had already disappeared with the shadows. Sometimes he wondered exactly how skilled Raiden actually was, he’s never failed any of his missions but this was a question he dared not ask the silent shadow known as Raiden and one day he knew the serpent would become just as powerful as Raiden is, He had to admin Raiden gave the old warlord the chills, but to think The serpent and Raiden both at the same skill level; God help japan. He did not envy the army to face those two, perhaps one day he would force them to meet it would do them both good to learn off each other, although he did not know how either of them would take it. Raiden was battle born, Is first taste of blood was that of his mothers who died pregnant in battle, he was cut out of his dying mother and given away to a passing monk, who promised the dying mother that Raiden would be looked after, as a new born Raiden was perfect for training untouched by the weakness of the world, he was handed to the shadow ninja tribe to train in darkness, upon his 21st year of life he was a fully trained agent of the shadows, taking his first blood contract with the Warlord (( -more- ))

IceTe3a: ( A blood contract being a contract bound and written in blood, binding Raiden to the Warlord until the day the Warlord dies)It was time for the warlord to get ready for tonight’s feast and make his way to the Grand hall He stormed out of the map room, down the hall as the guards quickly played keep up making sure not to stray to close to the warlord as he preferred his space, The warlord was making his way down to the party to get drunk and boast about his past war stories with other fellow warriors. Meanwhile Raiden had already made it outside of the castle wall, he moved quickly on his horse who stood 24 palms tall, A beautiful black mare, and pure black skin color, the horse was trained in warfare and knew its way around a battlefield, She did not spook easily and she was taller than most horses in Japan, this particular horse was brought over from one of the neighboring islands they galloped at full speed in the darkness of night, barely seeable towards the lands of the Dragon’s who would most likely be massing their armies. Flying above Raiden and his horse, was a pure black raven; simply known a Skuttle, the one pure thing about Raiden was his pet raven he loved with his merciless heart. Skuttle was perfect for distractions amongst other things, tired of flying Skuttle soars down towards Raiden landing on his shoulder as he galloped onwards, “Kaaah!!” Skuttle crowed as he nuzzled Raiden’s cheek slightly, you couldn’t see it as mouth was completely covered but he smirked slightly at Skuttle’s craving for attention although he knew skuttle just wanted a snack. The rumors about Raiden’s eyes were true, His senses were heightened from the years of training in complete darkness, The first was his hearing; Unable to see in the pitch black of the cavern system he relied heavely on his hearing to pinpoint people and creatures around him, then came smell; finally came his sight, allowing him to see in the darkest of places; Once a person’s eyesight allowed complete sight in Darkness they were ready to become a true agent of the shadows, signaling their training was complete and there need to make their first blood contract. It was the ways of the agent of shadows. ((E ))

CharlotteCarrendar: – The old warrior was clever in his deception to make the Child bride think he was a monk, about to cleanse her at the font of the temple. With many a guard now drinking in celebration, few paid heed to the pair, as they wandered through the castle and on their way to the temple, WHICH happened to be near the gates. Keeping his hood low, so as not to expose his face to any that may be curious, he walked with the aid of his boa staff, which was also a key weapon when used correctly and by someone with talent. The young Child bride, who was not yet dressed in splendor, looked like a servant girl. Her age making her seem less likely to be the very Bride of the Warlord’s son. She kept her head down, as she had been instructed by her now dead father, for he hated her bringing attention to herself. Now within range of the temple, the old warrior turned and gestured with his hand to the girl. “Just through this door, and we shall have privacy for this service. The Warlord and his son are busy dressing and meeting with dignitaries. To the child, she knew nothing better and accepted his reasons for the lack of people to see her be blessed. It was probably a formality that bored the socks off the likes of the powerful Warlord. Taking the child inside, there was already a monk who happened to be in prayer. He looked up from where he was seated, cross legged on the ground, curious about the pair. The old warrior was fast to allay any concerns. “By the Warlord’s orders, this girl is to be…cleansed.” The monk made a face, having not heard this decree. “I know not of this.” The old warrior chuckled and said. “The Warlord wanted me to inform you, that he wished YOU to do the wedding. He requires you right away, leaving the blessing to me.” The monk leapt to his feet. A key role in the festivities? Why it was too good an offer to refuse. Food, drink…and of course the beautiful pleasure slaves. This monk…was one who enjoyed the spoils of serving the Warlord. “Thank you, brother, I shall make my way to the Warlord’s hall.” Taking his leave, the old warrior knew he was on borrowed time. He turned to the girl and said. “I need you to change into a special…outfit for this ceremony.” Course the girl had no idea that this was all part of the kidnapping attempt. She was only a child after all. “Please show me where I might find this outfit.” He directed her to a small room, where they had clothes for the poor, and he selected a dress that was most unflattering. “Here we are. To be blessed one must remove all signs of wealth and station.” The girl didn’t like the dress, but she dared not refuse, and went to change, as the old warrior kept a look out for the return of the monk, or a wandering guard. Thankfully, none were coming. When the girl was dressed, the old warrior smiled. “Perfect, now, the service is to be held out in the lake that is beyond the castle. I forgot to mention that part.” He then led the girl outside, and made a beeline for the gates, the young child foolishly following behind. Once they made it safely outside, the old warrior led her back to where the horses had been tied, and promptly sat the girl on the back of his horse. She did not complain, but kept looking back to the castle. “Won’t we be late?” she asked. The old warrior chuckled and replied. “All good things are worth waiting for.” He then mounted the horse and together, the two started off for Rikken’s town. :: The sound of the slithering of the snake on the Serpent’s desk made the female warrior stop a moment, as she moved in pain from the hira shuriken scars. Her snakes were not normally unsettled, but something was bothering them. About to turn, she felt the sudden touch of cold metal to her cheek. A dark voice filled with foreboding. “I Always get my kill” That voice. The Serpent had heard it before. The Ronin. She chuckled darkly and let the rest of her robe fall to the floor. “Ah, of course. A man that kills a woman who is both without cloth or weapons is a warrior true.” She turned slowly, wanting him to see her face before he ran her through. “I dare you to stare me in the eyes, as you cut me down.” <3>

xZephyrZ: With great haste they made way for the Warlord’s fortress, unaware of what awaited them, the Ronin and the Serpent, the Young Bride as she was sped away from the Warlord’s land under cover of night, the agents of shadow in the Warlord’s employ, stalking his prey as if it was their own. To the Young Dragon the world was simple, he would confirm the Warlord’s presence and slay him, he knew The Eyes had skill enough to best a force double their number and he was not unfamiliar with campaigns of this kind. Though, it certainly would not be this easy, when they arrived he would await cover of night and launch a surprise assault, the majority of his forces would use hit and run tactics, harassing the enemy enough to keep them occupied whilst the Young Dragon and a number of his Inner Circle led a bloody charge directly for the Warlord himself. It was extremely simple, but in his experience always effective, he knew The Eyes could adapt to almost any situation without so much as an uttered command and each of them was fully aware of his expectations. Ever-faster they rode for battle, for death, the Warlord’s last sensation in this world would be the bite of the Young Dragon.

IceTe3a: Ronin’s eyes glaring at the serpent with a deathly look, as she turned to face him ever so slowly. Dropping the rest of her gown she stood before him fully naked this did not faze Ronin in the slightest as he was not physically attracted to her, he heard her call him out on his honor ‘A man that kills a woman who is both without cloth or weapons is a warrior true.’ “A true warrior never gets caught off guard, what’s your excuse?” he threw back at her, as he grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and pushed her a good distance away from him. Throwing down his blades on the floor, he glances towards her before taking in a deep breath, moving his arms in a clockwise formation in a circle in front of him his right arm bent at the elbow coming backwards towards his chest as his left arm extended in front of him almost completely, both palms were open and ready to counter. He was in an unarmed fighting stance known from Din-Mak as he was well trained in this form, a smirk cracks across his face as his lips spread slightly “Since you’re a female I suppose I can give you a advantage” as he wiggled his left hands fingers back and forward once more to single her to come at him, this time she would not escape the fight they would have, unlike last time. The noise and commotion getting louder as the warlord came closer the grand hall, he could hear the banter between warriors, chant of the people as he finally entered the room an uproar from the crowd ‘Warlord!! Warlord!! Warlord!~’ the crowd chanted continuously, the warlord raised his arm to quiet down the mass “ LET THE CELEBRATION BEGIN!! “ as he walked further into the grand hall his good eye peered around, seeing the various spectacular entertainments for the night, from the Jesters to the fire breathers and sparing matches in the middle between brothers at arms, Unarmed of course. It was just one big brawl party to the untrained eye but the warlord knew it was good for moral, coming to his main seat up the back where all could see him, and he could see all; he fell down into the throne with a large thud, a servant girl quickly scrambling to bring him his jug of beer as he snatched it from her and waved her away. “ Where is my son?! I demand his presence at once!!” He bellowed to the nearest guard who almost looked like he shat his pant’s right before going off into a sprint into the distance “ARHARHARHAHAHA” the Old warlord loved intimidating his guard’s, he knew they feared him and rightly so as he chugged down his beer, some spilt over down onto his beard. Letting out a ghastly belch from his lower stomach he roared aloud at the ongoing brawls in the centre of the room, watching him men fight for honor and fun. From a distance a loud strum of a guitar could be heard, as the crowd cleared path, the sight of a man in a gypsy like outfit, rugged long pants, brown tanned leather boots, and a ripped vest. His hair was black and styled in a young and popular way with the ladies men, his facial features promoted that of a Confident, strong man, on his right cheek a tattoo of 3 tear drops from the corner of his eye, going down to the bottom of his cheek, the strumming started as it played on the music was from a distant land, as this man seemed well versed in music and well travelled. The music indeed was that from the lands of Spain his piercing blue eyes, glanced around the room as he walked in a almost dancing fashion “All our times have come Here, but now they’re gone Seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain” he started singing in his special tone, it was a mesmerizing tone to be heard, he was known for his silver tongue the way his music had effects on people, to either boost their power and emotions or to make them feel low, weak and exhausted, rumour had it that his music had the power to give life or take it, though this were only rumours as people have died through his music but no one ever saw what really happened, for he was quick with a slide of hand, he was a con man at heart, and a hustler in the head, His partner the beautiful female that was always by his side, was known for her Mesmerizing voice as well but more so for the way she dances, able to mesmerize an entire army with the sway of her hips, was the myth following her around, although most feared the pair they preferred them to be on their side rather than have to face them. Kayne glances around looking for his partner in crime knowing all too well she would be around here somewhere as he continued to throw out a solo dance as he walked and played his guitar whilst singing “Come on baby (Don’t fear the reaper) Baby take my hand (Don’t fear the reaper)

 
IceTe3a: We’ll be able to fly (Don’t fear the reaper) Baby I’m your man” It was like he was calling out to her, the men giving way to his casual dancing walk around the hall, Kayne the bard knew the warlord was watching him with interest as he and his other half was another of the warlords advisers there were 5 all up, including the serpent. Doing a little spin, Kayne quickly sent a tarot card flying towards the warlord, who was quick enough to catch it; Glancing down at the picture of the tarot card, it was the hanging man. He chuckled slightly as he looked back up Kayne was bowing with one arm extended outwards into the air, the other folded back into his chest; His chin lifted up so he kept eye contact on the warlord, Kayne’s eyes and smile were often compared to that of a demon “His eyes and smile are devilish” they would say, as the same went for his other half “ A temptress for sure!” ahh the rumors a travelling gypsy pair had to endure.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Thrown unceremoniously to the floor by the Ronin, the Serpent practically bounced upon the floor, her hair thrown in front of her face, which she flicked back violently. How dare he assume that she would never be prepared to fight an adversary, even in her own chambers. Hissing angrily, she flipped up to her feet, and with gritted teeth faced off against the agile warrior. So, he wanted to fight hand to hand, his weapons discarded in favour of taking her on as she was only to use her body as a weapon, nothing else. Dark eyes followed the Ronin’s arm movements, and she detected his fight style off the bat. It was known from Din-Mak. He gestured to her, beckoning her to make first strike. Gladly, she would oblige, as she rolled back her shoulders, and with right left foot forward, right foot back, she angled her body side on, to present her left shoulder at the front facing the Ronin. Propelling herself forward using the power of her right foot, she launched herself at the Ronin, with her left arm swinging outward from her fist being at her chest, to make a strike against his right arm, as a measure to block a right handed attack, as she followed through with her right fist to strike at his throat. Her left arm would be drawn back sharply in the follow through :: In the Warlord’s hall, the bard’s partner was a sensually dressed gypsy girl, with long flowing hair that draped her backside like a gossamer veil. Smiling wickedly as her brother sang to amuse and entertain, she gyrated and spun, with hip movements designed to enthral and captivate. Her voice like liquid honey as she sang to appease the crowd. “Creatures of desire are for men to devour, but there is nothing as delicious as the ripening of a flower. Soft and succulent petals to taste, but there is plenty to go around for her virtue is chaste.” The singer licked her lips, batting her eyelashes at the swollen male horde of guards and elders. She sang of lust of want, or insatiable need…planting ideas that were like sewing a seed of thought. Dare the men try to break from the spell of this bewitching beauty and her bard companion? <3>

The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Six

The Demon Twins

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: Ronin ‘s eyes watched as the serpent bounced down on the floor, only to get back up within an instant, Of course her reflexes were fast, she was a trained assassin. He expected her reflexes would kick in, so much for helpless girl as he watched on her body sliding into a fighting form; yet another confirmation, she knows unarmed combat which should be expected but he wasn’t really sure what she was trained in since she kept running from their fights he was glad they finally got to face off, coming to a tall stand, he faces her side on his right shoulder facing her, as his left arm bends behind his back to rest on the bottom of his back firmly, his right arm in front of him, bent at the elbow as his palm was open his knuckles facing towards her, his palm was level with his chin, this was a more relaxed and cocky pose used from those who knew they did not need to take the fight seriously, or So he thought he wouldn’t have to. Suddenly she propelled herself towards him with great mass; her left hand jabs up towards him, His right hand simply swung in a anti clockwise motion collecting her left jab in the motion and pushing it outwards away from his body, as his right arm came back up he barely had enough time to deflect a secondary swing from her right hand aimed centre at his neck, he managed to get his right hand up towards the same position it was before, but not in enough time as her right hand strike was well past the point where he could deflect it entirely, instead his right palm twisted slightly until his palm met with her wrist, her arm rubbing and gliding across his open palm as he managed to move the blow slightly but not enough late as the hit landed on the side of his neck, he felt it with great force as his neck muscles clenched in protest to the hit, he felt a bit winded if she had landed that blow he most certainly would have been completely winded, but now with her left arm flying outwards and his right palm rubbing up against her right arm, she was left open, His eyes get a sharp look in it. His knees bent slightly, locking his feet in place to allow for a more forceful hit, his left arm comes swinging out from behind his back, his palm locked into place bending back at the wrist as his palm was open, coming under their right arm, he aimed to land a blow right into her stomach, Hopefully landing the blow causing her to stagger, although this left him wide open for an array of counters and submissive attacks, of which he hoped she was not trained in. Back in the Great hall, the old warlord was watching the Bard know as Kayne sing with his silver tongue, The warlord has never actually see that man not seductively dancing around as he walked, and then there was the Gypsy dancer Kekeyama who no one ever forget once laying eyes upon her, they were both advisers to him, in which he counselled often as they have travelled the world and their knowledge is worldly at the very least, but there was something about those two that never sat straight with him, They were human enough but never exactly had the same feeling a human gave off around him, the rumours about Kayne being a Incubus of silver tongue and Kekeyama the seductive Succubus, they were portraying the skill sets of demon’s but he was just glad that they were on his side, he never would show such dishonour and ask them directly about their pasts or how they met each other, people just always had their assumptions of them and it was left at that. His arm raised he summoned them over but did not wait until they were near to talk to them, instead he just bellowed towards them until they came closer “I see you two have made it just in time for the celebrations, and of course the oncoming war. Kayne, Kekeyama what advise do you two have for a old friend such as me” Kayne was skilled in the tarot cards so he commonly read the warlords future which was to be expected by now. Kayne’s devilish smirk caught the eyes of many a female in the room, his eyes have trapped many a young lady allowing them to get lost, or so they say. The females of the room were all chatting amongst themselves as they watched on towards Kayne who simply gave a slight nod towards a particular group of young ladies, although his eyes were glancing towards Kekeyama watching to see how she would react to all of this a raised brow was all he gave Kekeyama as a statement before he walked straight past her gliding his open palm across her shoulder, nodding towards the old warlord; Kayne swung his guitar onto his back strapping it in place, no one knew exactly but everyone thought he used that as his weapon to kill people, but it was more complicated than it seemed.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Serpent was one that learnt never to make a single strike and just hope for the best. She fought with a dogged determination and fury unlike that of many of her contemporaries. Naked as the day she was born, and in a locked fight with the Ronin, the truth to her abilities was about to come to the fore. First attempt to set up a block so the Ronin’s right hand would be engaged with her left, meant the second attack of her right fist to his neck would have made it’s mark, but only deflected after she had made impact to the side of his neck. Her left arm out wide, meant that she had an opening to her stomach region which the Ronin sought to exploit, going for a right hand fist low blow, which made its mark. Striking her with enough force to blow her back slightly. The mark of his fist causing instant bruising; as the veins beneath ruptured. The Serpent was forced back, but this did not mean she would run. Two quick bounces on her toes and the viper was rising once more. This time propelling off her left foot, she went for a full left jab to the Ronin’s head – right side. The right foot follows through but her knee is bent slightly, ready for a turn to the waist to generate a round house kick to the left side of his stomach. :: Kekeyama danced towards the Warlord, who had taken a marked interest in Kayne and his sister. He was smart enough to know that the pair were dangerous in their own right, and the saying to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, rang true with this couple. Kayne was already enticing a group of ladies of the Warlord’s court to giggle and whisper about him, while the female succubus was all too happy to answer the Warlord’s questions. The war, and the fact they arrived when they did. Holding herself gracefully Kekeyama answered simply. “My gratitude for your welcome, my Lord. I fear we thought we might not get here before the action, but it looks to me that we arrived just in time. As for this…war. My advice is simple. Don’t show your hand too early.” That said, she waited for her brother to interject. <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin’s blow hit her hard, sending her back with a forceful blow to the stomach, he knew this damage would hurt but it was not enough to stop her fight as she sprung back up to her feet ready for round two, he knew she’d come back and come back hard as he watched her movements slowly trying to quickly gather exactly what she was going to do, he studied her feet movements and then the twitching in her muscles as his eyes quickly dart just in time to see a downward blow towards his head, with instinct he raised both arms to block the blow successfully not without causing some pain towards his arms though, it hit hard suddenly he didn’t know what hit him as her leg came around full motion singing straight into his ribcage on the side, it hit him hard the blood veins rupturing instantly as his lips parted trailing with a rather low and angry “ARrrgh” it looked as if the kick fractured some of his ribs, two at least, now bent over at the waist In pain he tries to catch his breath back each breath he took raising and lowering his chest, causing pain with the movement of his muscles around his rib cage.right hand clutching the spot where he was hit, Could he continue the fight? Or was he done for only time would tell. The warlord nods as his eyes examine the sensual female known a Kekeyama, “Mmmmhmm” he let slip out of his lips agreeing with what she had to say, he glances quickly over to Kayne who was busy doing what he did best, wooing the female’s in the room and with great success so it seemed, his brows furrowed that Kayne was not here as he summoned but he would not protest as to little was known about the two to be safe. “I understand what you are saying, we may be looking at a siege though” he was determine not to get into a siege war with the dragons army but wanted to face them front on, although this may not be the best course of action for this war. His eyes swing back to Kayne who was walking this way, with one girl on each side of him his arm wrapped around both their waists, he gives a slight nod towards him, as kayne came to a stop near his sister, he shook his head at the disrespect kayne was showing him, bringing two ladies from the party wrapped around himself infront of him? The warlord? Whilst they discussed sensitive matters? But that was kayne and only his sister could control him, the old warlord looked towards Kekeyama as if to say deal with him please, sitting back into the chair he awaited for this to be dealt with. “Oh, how interesting? You two are just friend’s? Not young sisters? But you’re both so lovely” Kayne said in his devilish tone, his digits rubbing against the bottom of their chin’s, he glances over to his sister who was conversing with the Warlord, he knew if he didn’t get over there soon his sister would smack him with her dammed whip or drag him over by his ear, They both seemed to be dominate but no one could guess who was in charge of their operation. Kayne’s eyes fell upon the two ladies who he was so simply wooing without much hasle, his index fingers on both hands touch just under the chin of the two ladies as he guided them into his arm’s spinning them all around to face his sister and the warlord he raises a brow as he noticed the Old warlord glancing over at him ‘Honestly this old man really needs to die already’ He thought to himself, although he wondered if his sister would hear his thoughts she was always good at that, as he started to lead the ladies towards the warlord and his sister, he slipped a hand around each of their waist and pulled them in closer to him, so they got more personal “Shall we” he said in his silver tongue, before coming to a stop just next to his sister.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Spinning back the Serpent draws her leg in after a successful strike to the Ronin’s ribcage. The distinct crack of the ribs, breaking bone a sure certainty that she had done good damage. But not one to bask in the glory of a simple hit, she was going for the final move to end this fight and bring the Ronin down. As he was doubled over in pain from the kick she raised up both hands clasped together with fingers interlocked and then slams her joined fists together on the space between his neck and the top of his back, the force of the blow was to send him crashing head first to the floor, where if he hit his head on the stone he was sure to be knocked out. That was the plan. :: Kekeyama kept the Warlord in her sights, always one to pay heed to the words of the reigning Lord of this land. She used her feminine wiles to keep his eyes upon her for she was indeed very pleasing to the eye. The subtle sway of her silk clad hips, and the way her vest clung so tight to her form, it accentuated her ample bosom, showing off cleavage that would leave many a man with their tongue hanging out. Course, this was not about pleasure, this was business. Flicking her tongue inside her mouth, she nodded at the notion that they may be headed for a siege, which is not what any true Commander wants, but rather to face the enemy head on. “I’m sure when the Dragon comes that you my Lord will ride out in lead of your men, and fell the Dragon the same way he was taken last time. Just remember, acting out of emotion makes for rash choices. Always keep them in check. Or it will be your undoing.” These words were meant respectfully, as she was sure he understood, however, her brother was not being respectful, in fact by bringing over two lovelies and wooing them before the Warlord, was a tad embarrassing. The look Kekeyama got from the Warlord, was more or less to deal with her Brother’s insolence straight up. Kekeyama understood perfectly. She rounded on her brother and his two choice females and offered each a sinister smile. “There is a time for service, and a time for pleasure. I am sure you two ladies would not want to disappoint the Warlord, after all is it not he who holds your lives in his hands?” She then backed up and hoped damn well the Warlord heard her, so he could make a gesture that the women would understand that he would follow through with the threat. <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin was bent over still recovering from the last blow, his eyes on the ground before him his breathing still heavy, what was she doing? He forgot all about her whilst trying to regain his composure, his eyes glance forward only to see the Serpents leg’s, noticing they were moving forward towards him, he attempted to get back up as his eyes followed the flow of her body, to late he saw her hands clasped together falling down with great force his eyes widen as her strike hit true, right smack in the middle of the neck ”ARHH….” He couldn’t even finish screaming out before his head was sent flying down to the rock hard floor below him with great speed, *BANG* his head hit the cold stone floor, his body went limp as he blacked out laying down in front of her, a small amount of blood trickling out from under his head into the grooves of the stone floor, signalling the blow was a success he was still breathing but out cold, was this the end for the Ronin? Should he have listened to the old warriors advice? His life was now in the hands of the Serpent and what she saw fit to do with him. :: Leaning back in his throne his gaze become narrow as he watched Keke address the two females around her brother, . “There is a time for service, and a time for pleasure. I am sure you two ladies would not want to disappoint the Warlord, afterall is it not he who holds your lives in his hands” keke suggested towards the two ladies there face said it all Embarrassed and angry that Keke would impose such a thing towards them, their eyes fell upon him as a low growl came out from his cracked lips, leaning forward with one open palm resting on his knee, he was about to get up when the two girls eep’d and ran off into the crowd, their faces would not be seen again he would bet his entire kingdom on that fact. He laughed aloud pleased with the results Keke had promised him, this was a gesture towards her as he sat back in his chair “Only you could do something like that with a straight face keke, I assume you will keep him on a tighter leash from now on” his eyes flicked over to kayne who was unfazed by this motion to remove his newly found toys “Now to business, I do agree we should wait and see what the dragons army do, let’s allow them to make the first move. I thank you for your guidance in this Keke” he extended his arm to allow her palm to fall into his where if she would allow it he would kiss her fingers in a sign of thanks and deep respect, his eyes narrowed on Kayne “ I want a reading as soon as you are ready Kayne” he gestured to the private chambers behind his throne, a small room with one entry and exit, no windows just a table and four chairs with torches on the wall to light the room up, The warlord nodded at Keke and then made his way into the room to await the two gypsy kin. Kayne watched as his sister told off the two girls who were not pleased with what his sister said, although once they saw the Warlord was not pleased with them they ran off in a scurry, a slight grumble in defiance “ you never let me have any fun sister” he whispered so only she could hear his digits run through his course hair as he smirks slightly, a twinkle in his eyes as he glances at her with a wink, quickly registering what the warlord said he nodded slightly as he watched the warlord make his way off “ Eh, I don’t really fancy it, Besides there are so many other young ladies to woo” he spun on the heel of his foot turning his back on his sister, he had full intentions on not going into the room where the warlord awaited for his card reading as he much preferred to spend his time around the ladies.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Breathing heavily, the Serpent stood over the felled body of the Ronin. A slight pool of crimson was showing upon the cracks between the rock floor, and though the Ronin was still breathing, he was no longer conscious. The Serpent did not come off without being injured herself, looking down as she placed her slender digits upon the dark swelling of her stomach where the Ronin had made a hit land. The Serpent swore silently that he would pay for damaging her once more, but at least he was now out cold on the floor. Snatching up a simple robe, she made her way to the door, opening it and then calling out for a guard or two. The clatter of footfalls was heard as two of the Warlord’s top guards appeared, and thankfully they were not drunk. “In my chambers a man is unconscious. He broke in and attempted to kill me. He is wanted by the Warlord for crimes against our lands. Drag him to the dungeons, while I get ready for the feast. You are to report back to me when you have completed this task.” The two guards ambled in, and saw the weapons of the attacker discarded, the man on the floor in a small pool of blood. One guard looked back at the Serpent in amazement. She had taken down a man…with only a robe on? If only they knew the truth. Dragging the Ronin out, the Serpent closed the door, and then leaned against it. A true look of fear came over her face. That was too close. She had fought out of the instinct of survival and managed to get a break. She secretly swore there would not be a second time. Blinking away a tear, she then went to get ready for the Warlord’s feast. :: Kekeyama graciously allowed the Warlord to plant a kiss upon the back of her hand, and then turned his attentions to the brother – Kayne. He wanted a reading, and he wanted it now. Reassurance no doubt that what Kekeyama had said, and that he was acting properly in his ideals on how to go about winning the upcoming war. Kekeyama knew her brother well enough at losing the two frightened females back into the crowd. She knew that there would be others, for it was all too easy for Kayne to gather more into his web of deceit. But now was not the time for play, and she knew it. When Kayne lamented that she never let him have fun, she smiled innocently as though she had no idea what he was talking about. “You can suck the souls out of the nimble creatures of this court…after you have appeased the Warlord. I am sure the lovely ladies will all be wet with anticipation for your attentions.” She then gestured with her hand towards the door which the Warlord had gone through. “So…keep it in your pants and go read the cards.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronins lifeless body laying there as his blood marked the floors of the serpent, a steady stained memory on her floor to remind her How it went down, and how easily it could have gone the other way If the Ronin did not disguard his weapons. The guards picked up Ronin’s unconscious body, dragging it down the hall feet first towards the dungeon, who knows what was to happen to him now, will the Serpent inform the warlord about Ronin? Did she have other ideas for him, only time could tell. A large sigh was heard as Kayne spun once more on his heels to face his lovely sister who was standing there with a smile on her face ‘You can suck the souls out of the nimble creatures of this court…after you have appeased the Warlord. I am sure the lovely ladies will all be wet with anticipation for your attentions.’ She had basically told him to stop messing around and do his job, she never let him have his fun as he grumbled under his breath before walking straight to his sister, swinging his left arm around her waist he pulled her in close and personal as he guided her with him “If I am to deal with him, then so shall you” he intended to bring her with him since he had to endure the old warlords company, others looked onto the two, as Kayne had her in arm the females from before were fuming, this is how the rumours spread about them, some said they were sister and brother others say lovers, no one could tell exactly all they knew is what they saw, and the females of the courtroom were jealous and fuming that kayne had Keke in his arm, it was all too obvious to see as Keke was given dark looks from females they passed “I wonder what the cards have to say today about the warlord” his digits strumming the back of Keke’s lower waist as he whistled a tune mid walk. Finally arriving to the door where the warlord disappeared into he opened the door for keke and gave her a helpful push infront of him through the door as he walked in behind her closing the door behind them both. As he walked past Keke his fingertips ran across the side of her face as he kept eye contact with her, his hues than flick to the now sitting warlord who was awaiting for Kayne to sit down, Kayne’s head and eyes facing the warlord his fingers trailed off the tip of Keke’s face and wiggled signalling her to follow him as he sat down on the chair and pat his knee awaiting her to come sit down on his lap he arched a brow whilst laying his hands on the empty wooden table. “The future is unsure, but to me the many pathways in life show me a glimpse of what could be, what will be and what has been” his palms lift up off the table hovering just above It as they cross over each other once, nothing happened and then back again once they separated they allowed the view of a Tarot card deck that was sitting on the table, just appearing out of thin air or so the onlookers would appear. With that he leaned back and waited for the warlord to continue his questioning as his eyes flicker to Keke. The warlord’s eyes opened as he saw Kayne and keke in arms walking into the room, these two are too confusing for the likes of him to understand as he watched Kayne walk forward and take a seat, his eyes directed to Kayne’s waving hands on the table suddenly the deck of tarot cards appeared out of thin air, He always enjoyed this part secretly, the warlord thought him and keke were truly demons with powerful magic although he was not sure exactly. “ I want to know the future, what will happen in this war, Whose paths do you see? Tell me exactly what I need to know, not what I want to know” his eyes fall upon keke for a mere moment before flicking back down to kayne whose eyes were devilishly glaring towards his awaiting eye contact, it sent a chilling feel down his spine.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Serpent prepared herself for the banquet in a stylish gown that was black silk, with a golden serpent that was sewn from the very top of her neckline, then went all the way down to the floor. Made specially it was an exceptional dress that showed off the Serpent’s curves without fault. Her hair was now tied back in a ceremonial bun, with long ornate hair pins, that were actually poisoned tipped daggers – holding her hair in place elegantly. She had used a light make up, and taken care around her eyes, accentuating them with a black ink that made her look all the more serpent like. Her jewellery was of serpents that wound around her wrists and ankles, with one that was made into a necklace that rested gently upon her skin – two rubies for eyes stared out from a serpent’s head. Pleased with her attire, she was now ready to attend the Warlord’s feast. She did however have to remind herself of the captive Ronin, and what part he plays in the killing of the Dragon and Rikken. She expected the guards to attend to her in the Dining hall, after they had ensured the Ronin was well secured. Half of her wanted to go check, but she knew that she could not keep the Warlord waiting. Raising her head proudly, she set off for the hall, unaware of the arrival of the Gyspy siblings that currently had the Warlord occupied. :: In the small room, Kekeyama took her place seated upon her Brother’s lap. She did not react to his frequent stroking and touching, as she got a kick out of seeing the anger rise from the mere females that had become infatuated with her Brother; Kayne. This happened everywhere they went. Perhaps Kayne did it to make all very aware that he kept his sister close, for reasons that would eventually come to pass. The tension in the small room was so that you could carve it with a knife. The Warlord showing his basic humanity. Desperate to be told if he was right in his actions, and his desires. If the cards would read in favour, or show him death. Often when cards of ill advice were shown, the humans tended to overreact and show fear. This would be interesting indeed, if the Warlord did such a thing. Kekeyama leaned back and rested herself against her brother, almost casually as the tarot cards appeared as though by magic. The Warlord had questions, and fired them at Kayne, while Kekeyama tilted her head; keen herself to see how this played out. <3>

IceTe3a: In a dark cell in the dungeon the floor covered in dried blood, scattered bones and bloodied tables amongst torture equipment and tools, two chains hung from either side of the walls guided by two chains hanging from the ceiling with one large hoop at the end of it, the chains coming down from the sides of the walls went through the hoops and dropped down, they were attached to Ronin’s arms forcing his arms to lay outward in a v motion above his head (( Like this \ O / <-  )) his head drooping downward as his chin rested on his chest, his feet dragging across the floor, this was to make his muscles tense and more susceptible to torture and having a deeper effect. The guards who had taken Ronin to the cell had locked the door and taken the key, Finding the Serpent they nod slightly as the pass her the key “ The Prisoner is secured as best as we could although we cannot be sure when and if he will wake up” with the the guards quickly went back to their posts before the warlord found them abandoning their posts, They feared the serpent but they feared the warlord more. Kayne smirks at the questions the warlord was giving him, typical questions anyone asks when will I find love, Will I become Rich, What’s my future, When and how will I die. No one ever asked anything out of the ordinary which bored Kayne slightly, but it was to be expected, Nodding in understanding he grabbed the tarot cards in one hand as he single handed started to shuffle the deck of cards all 78 cards were guided smoothly through his controlling hands allowing for a swift and easy transition of placement no one knew the outcome of the draw not even Kayne knew what would come out of the draw. He stopped shuffling the deck quickly ; placing the deck in front of the warlord “Keep all your questions in your mind focus your energy on them and cut the deck for me. He watched as the warlord took a deep breath, he seemed to be meditating on the questions in his mind, Keke had leaned back against him allowing her weight to fall upon his body, he was used to this and never minded it he always kept her close to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist interlocking his fingers together as he awaited the warlord 10 minutes had passed as the warlord was still meditating, honestly this man took things to literal bored of waiting he rested his chin on keke’s shoulder nuzzling her cheek slightly as he took in her scent, he loved the smell of a female. Finally the warlord cut the deck, Kayne gathered the cards and placed them back on top of each other he knew exactly which spread he was going to use, it was the Five card Horseshoe spread each card had a different meaning starting from left to right the Present Position, the Present Desires, the Unexpected, the Immediate Future and the Outcome. He spreads the entire deck across the table placing his left hand up near Keke’s face he holds up all five fingers with a devilish grin, signaling for the warlord to choose 5 cards in total, the warlord picked five cards not turning them over he pulled them towards him, as Kayne placed his left hand over the edge of the cards on one side and trailed it to the right side of the table where the cards ended as he did the cards disappeared from the left side of his hand, finally the deck had disappeared all together leaving the 5 cards appear in the middle in front of them in a horseshoe set up, Kayne never did this himself and the warlord never set them up he just allowed people to believe it was magic. The warlord nodded his head signaling he was ready, as Kayne waved his hand near the first card he stated simply “ The Present – The justice card” he said just before the card flipped over on its own to reveal the picture of the Justice card. It was a Major Arcana card, this was indeed Ironic it made Kayne’s right eye twinkle slightly for he knew exactly what this meant, the Justice card does not apply to the laws made by mankind although sometimes the laws of mankind do mimic the laws of the universe that justice does enforce, and in rare cases like this one it indeed refers to them “ Rikken has died it may have not been by your hand precisely but it was by your order, with the outcome of this there will be a consequence for what you have done, Every action in life has its immediate reaction” This was the butterfly effect plain and simple the laws of the universe even though hidden to man was all to well known by Kayne and they could not be violated; only enforced. The sword of Justice, a double-edged blade as always, is ready to mete out punishment for those who have wronged, and to reward those who have done good deeds. Even though each man thought his own deed was good in the end it was up to the universe to decide. “war…” it slipped from the Warlord’s mouth as Kayne knew it would have, he was right he Killed Rikken and the Dragon and now war was on his doorstep, it was an immediate reaction to his action and the cards confirmed this. (MORE)

IceTe3a: He continued “The Present Desires – The stars “ He said once more before the card flipped over to reveal the stars , The stars prove a difficult card to read as it shows that the questionnaire know his path is true and is guided by this. “The path you are taking you continue to force yourself to believe is the right one, and no other path is truer than yours. You wish to unite Japan under your rule and nothing else will matter besides this” The warlords eyes widened how did Kayne know of his plan to seize control over all of Japan? It came a shock to him but Kayne expected this was the Warlords plan all along. “The Unexpected – The devil” Sure enough as the card flipped the Devil card appeared “ There is much going on around you that you have yet to understand and to learn, Your vision is tunnelled and this will be your downfall” he knew the warlord would not take this easy as he noticed the change in the warlords face “ I warn you to keep a close eye on those around you, for your path may become harder to reach than you first thought it would” glanced down to keke who was still leaning back against him, wondering how interested she actually was in all of this he continued “The Immediate future – Wheel of fortune” at this point the warlord stopped watching the cards as Kayne had proved himself once again he knew the outcome of the cards turnover before they actually turned over by themselves such dark magic was being used in this small room “ The Wheel of fortune tells a story of uncertainty and the want to control but the lack of will to do so, If you follow suit and ride to meet your fate you will surely fail.” More bad news the warlord took it in for a moment but instead of taking it as bad news he took it as a fair warning, Don’t ride out to meet the dragons army, instead allow them to attempt siege and destroy them from the comfort of home. “Lastly The outcome – The Tower” Within these walls you will be safe from failure although your own is secure Your sons failures you will learn all too soon” with that he wrapped his arms around Keke’s waist once more giving her a reassuring squeeze as he glanced into the Warlord’s eyes. The warlord who was taking all this in until the last part glanced from Kayne to the cards of which all but once had gone this card was not turned over to show its picture, the warlord extended his hand picking up the card and facing it to him, card in hand he started to shake uncontrollably, this was not an outrageous shake more of a scared body shake the warlord’s eyes flicked over to Kayne who just finished licking his lips, Kayne moved his head to face keke’s neck giving it a slight kiss behind the ear before whispering so the warlord and Keke could hear “Death” The warlord dropped the card and sure enough the card was Death. The warlord stood up suddenly as his chair fell backwards hitting the floor, his body shaking as he glanced back down to Kayne whose eyes had a devilish look in them quickly the warlord stormed out of the dark room back into the Great hall, “My son I need my son I demand to see my son GO GET HIM NOW “ he demanded as a guard went off to go get his son. Kayne smirked slightly as he gave out a devilish laugh and bit Keke’s shoulder out of boredom “Do you think he will be alright?” he said whilst biting down on her shoulder playfully. (End))

CharlotteCarrendar: – As soon as the Warlord stormed out of the small room, clearly terrified by the reading and the power of Kayne’s words, Kekeyama let out a sound laugh that shook her entire frame. She had so enjoyed the play that had gone on before them. How clever Kayne was in the explanations for the cards that were dealt in faith and fate. She actually bit her tongue as it protruded from between her plump lips, snuggling into her brother with her back as he had shown affection all throughout the meeting. It was a joy to witness someone as great and powerful as the Warlord show such a lack of control when confronted with the Death card. So it was true, he feared what all mortals do – an untimely death. He had no real control over his own fate, and his emotional outburst went against the bard’s sisters previous instructions. They just never learn. Turning her face toward her brother as they are mere inches apart, she whispers. “Now, wasn’t that worth it? I mean, tasting a woman’s lust is one thing, watching a powerful man practically piss himself with fear is really quite the show.” She actually took a deep breath, then shivered as it delighted her so. “Can you imagine the look on his face as he bellows for his son? I bet its red and purple, with the vein’s in his neck and eyes standing out, ready to pop. Hope his heart can handle the stress.” The true nature of the gypsy girl was now shining through. She was all for showing respect when due, but as soon as the Warlord’s back was turned, how she cruelly changed her tune. Kekeyama reached up to run her fingers down her brother’s cheek before tickling under his chin, much like he did with the females of the court. “You can go play now. It’s my turn now.” She rose up off his lap and then sauntered out after the Warlord, with a distinct swagger in her step. :: Out in the dining hall, the Serpent had arrived with the key in hand of the locked up Ronin. She clasped the key tight to her palm as she dared not wish to lose it. Now she had to explain to the Warlord about the captive, and the part of her report that she had left out. But he was calling for his son, and so the Serpent fell back, as the well dressed Son finally emerged, bowing before his father. “I came as fast as I could, Father, what is it?” <3>

The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Eight

The Serpent Strikes Back

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar
xZehphyrZ

IceTe3a: Ronin hung there as he swung by the chains, he would not let anything slip about where the young lady has gone or who had taken her, he watched her place the picture in between her breasts he’d have to get it back from her when he had the chance, as she came closer he averted his eyes so he was not staring at her as he overheard her state ‘I don’t understand you. You work for the Warthog. A man who goes back on his word – a sham. A crook, and yet….you are here, chained and about to be killed, and you would rather die than reveal who took the Child bride and why?’ he felt her finger on his chin as she forced his face up, to be at level with hers, glancing into her eyes he was brought back to the time when he was but a child, such memories he cherished by why did she bring up such a past? Her eyes must remind him of his mother or sister, he averted his eyes once more not allowing her to see the emotions that dwelled bottled up deep inside of him. ‘You like other men, can be bought – yet what you truly fight for is something you already lost a long time ago. I don’t know who this sister of yours is, but maybe by your actions here…you may have just gotten another chance to find her.’ His head hung low without much effort; he had not said much since she had entered the dungeon, but when she said that his dry cracking lips parted as he whispered softly “Someone like you, could never understand” before falling silent again, not even his breathing made a noise, as he faded in with the darkness. : The warlord had cleared the Great hall of everyone except a choice few, Keke and Kayne, His son of course, a few guards and he allowed the serpent to come when she was ready. “She’s taking her time, the poor bastard must be dead! HA” he bellowed into the empty hall, as the others watched him looking onwards “Kayne, I want you to go look for any clues you can find about the missing wife of my son, if anyone could find out this it’s you” Kayne nodded as he glanced over to Keke and smiled devilishly. The warlord watched Kayne as the Serpent entered the hall, Kayne said something to her before he left the room “Well what of him Serpent? “ he bellowed as he got an answer right after ‘ He refuses to speak, even under the threat of death. Whoever took the Child bride rode in with him and was able to get past the guards. My guess is they are on their way back to Rikken’s land. A land with no army. It would be easy to get her back, but….you have a war looming, My Lord.’ He growled low as the serpent had failed to extract any useful information out of Ronin “How unsual, usually you’d have them screaming for mercy within 10 minutes serpent; Did you go easy on the poor lad?” he chuckled slightly as he glanced over at the guards “YOU THERE, Bring me the Ronin, and make sure he’s in the right… Mindframe, Do not fail me unlike Serpent has” as his eyes glanced back to the serpent he rubbed his chin “So he has honor perhaps? No.. he’s a sellsword, He has weakness’s Keke, Serpent, Exploit his weakness’s until he either submits to becoming out ally, or tells us what we need to know” he smirks as he sat down on the throne, pulling his son to sit down next to him he leaned over “watch the wrath of the female’s son, maybe you will learn something from this” he chuckled : The guards were already in Ronin’s cell “Right, this is the one The warlord requests your.. PRESSENCE” the first guard said as he launched a sucker punch into Ronin’s stomach, only to have Ronin cry out in a gasp. Releasing Ronin from his chains, he fell to the ground as the dragged him out of his cell by the floor, his skin slightly grating as they continued to drag him without a care.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Truth – The Serpent before had never shown mercy to a man that had not only harmed her body, but toyed with her spirit. But something about that picture, that now rested between the folds of silk and the Serpent’s breast was the key to something bigger. An emotional response gained from merely taking it from him. This is why she didn’t burn it. This is why, she kept it. Was it for a future bargaining tool, when he said that the image on that picture was burnt into his mind? Family – the greatest bond one can have with another human being. More powerful than just idle friendship, the blood that ties us can never be erased. The Serpent was taken from her true family before she could speak, or protest. An innocent babe who was thrust into the blood thirsty world of the Warlord, and had to fight to survive from the youngest age. Humanity stripped from her, torn from her spirit and now she viewed herself simply as the Serpent that all saw her as. Cold, calculating…unfeeling. The girl that lay deep beneath the scales…was unreachable. The Ronin’s words however packed the surface of her cold exterior. “Someone like you, could never understand.” He like others judged the book by its cover. How little he really knew. The Ronin did not have the foresight to pass such judgement against this merc, the assassin of the Warlord, but he did anyways. Returning to the great hall, the Serpent would have to face her Master and explain how she failed to gain information on the Ronin, under the pain of death. She kept to herself about the picture, for to her that was a private matter and one the Warlord would never be able to even understand. The Warlord’s anger at the Serpent’s failure to bring up the goods, was noted and she bowed her head as he lashed at her that she had gone easy on the Ronin. Truth was, she understood the Ronin now better than before. Now it was time for the Warlord to act on this matter, and act he did. Telling the guards to bring the Ronin before him and his advisors. Kekeyama squirmed in her seat with a giddiness while waiting to see this tortured wretch be brought before them. The Serpent may be harsh in her ways of extracting information, but the gypsy had other ways of making a man talk. Ordered by the Warlord to use her talents to sway the Ronin, Kekeyama rose from her place and glided out to stand alongside the Serpent, who gave her an annoyed look. “Come now, Viper. Keep those fangs in check. Let a Mistress of Malice show you how it’s done.” The Serpent hissed at her violently, before simmering as the Ronin was dragged into the Great hall. <3>

IceTe3a: – Kayne whistled as he strolled down the hall, questioning guards and others he bumped into, each leading him to another clue or a wild goose chase, only time could tell. Strumming his guitar as he watches two guards get pissed by the gate he arches a brow before walking, over to them, “Eve lad’s, where’s the priest that was to be looking after the Bride?” the guards looked at each other half blind as one pointed in a direction just barely “Thank’s boys” as kayne walked off he could hear the merry making of the guards “ Iiiiiiim druuunk and I wanna go home” Kayne smirked as he sung the rest of the tune “I’m tired and I want to go to bed” as he turned a corner he could see the bishop chapel down the road “ I had a drink an hour ago” as his heels clicked on the cemented flooring he makes it to the door and just before he knocks “I had a drink an hour ago and it went straight to my head” *Knock knock knock* The door answered as he questioned the old man, who welcomed him in for some wine and bread. Kayne would not refuse one of the cloth so he entered as the father explained himself. Meanwhile Ronin was dragged into the great hall, and tossed onto his back as he took a deep breath, laying on the floor on his back his limbs stretched out unable to move to much as he glanced around the room as to what he could see. Noticing the Serpent eyeing him from a distance, he saw the young boy from Rikken’s, and next to him must be his father… The warlord, he glanced over to his side as he heard footsteps, only able to see the legs of a female walking towards him, he sighed slightly as he knew something was going to happen, He hoped to be able to get close to the serpent so he could snatch his photo back. His eyes flick over to hers, he stared straight into her eyes not giving her a inch as he gave her a cold dead look, the look of someone who has lost all emotion in the world, one who knew his end was up but did not care for his goal was more important.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The priest who was showing signs of his age, by the way he shuffled along the stone floor was all too happy to see the gypsy Kayne. It was not often that he was treated to company, especially with the current state of the Warlord’s castle, with half the guards intoxicated from the celebrations. He poured Kayne a chalice of wine, then eased himself into a chair slowly. His regal robes still hanging upon a hook on the door. He was waiting to be called by the Warlord to perform the wedding ceremony, as the old warrior had told him. “You work for the Warlord, my Son?” he asked, taking a sip of wine as he eased back. “I am so wanting to do this ceremony with the child bride and his son, but I imagine he is entertaining dignitaries and is not yet ready. Good thing the other monk has taken the girl to be blessed at our temple font.” You see, the priest had not even checked the temple to see what was happening there, more worried about being punctual for the Warlord. Little did he realize that he had just given away a clue as to the disappearance of the Child bride. Smiling in contentment, the priest chuckled. “Always love a celebration.” :: In the great hall, all eyes were now on the Ronin, who had been leaft to lay on the floor on his back with his limbs stretched out. Spread eagled. His head moved around to gain sight of those in attendance, and he paid particular attention to the Serpent. He had lost all his emotional feelings at this moment, as though waiting for a sweet death. Kekeyama approached the Ronin and sunk to her knees, reaching out to stroke his cheek gently. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Sell Sword.” She leaned down to his ear and whispered. “Tell us of the Child bride, and you shall be free.” <3>

IceTe3a: Kayne eyed the old man who just admitted to what had happened and his part in it, he shook his head, as he started to shuffle cards with one hand, taking the glass of wine in the other, he took a small sip and savored its flavor before clearing his throat. “Father, that was no man of the cloth you allowed to walk away with the young bride, it was a rebel agent of the dragon lords” his eyes went dark and mysterious as he placed the wine down, he came to a stand and looked around the room before glancing at the father, he knew exactly what happened now, and he did not want the father to be implicated, such a weary old man could not know of such trickery. “Father.. So you’re telling me you have not seen the child bride all night? In fact you have been here practicing your ritual for the ceremony, by yourself since dawn?” he leaned in and patted the fathers hand softly as he knew exactly what he must say now, but he hoped the father understood exactly what he was going on about. As he strolled out of the fathers chambers he gave a wave goodbye behind his shoulder. “So.. he’s to blame, let’s see..” leaning against a post he had to come up with a different story, so he could not implicate the father, his time will come and he is already suffering why would Kayne allow the old man such gifts as the relief of death? :Back in the great hall the warlord watched as he edged on his son, “See watch how she does it, completely different from the Serpent. In fact she may be better than the Serpent could ever hope to be, at gathering information from men” he said the last part as his eyes flew over to the serpent with a dare saying ‘Prove me Wrong’ he chuckled slightly as he glanced back to Keke and her work.: Ronin laying on the floor staring at the Serpent just as Keke started to stroke his cheek, his eyes flicked over to Keke’s with a deathly glare, silence in the room as he stared her down “If you want to keep that, Remove your hand” he growled, He may not have enough energy for a proper fight, but he may have enough to break some bones if anyone dared come close enough to piss him off. He waited for Keke’s answer as he shoved her hand away from him by budging it with his head.

CharlotteCarrendar: – From his happy daze the Father looked up as the gypsy spoke of the truth of what had occurred right under the old Priest’s nose. The sudden shock hit him, like a knife had been plunged into his chest, as the chalice fell from his grasp. “Nooooo, it can’t be. He was a man of the cloth! God…oh father what have I done?” He cried, looking set to have a heart attack. The girl must have been abducted right from under his nose. SHE WAS WITH THE SO CALLED MONK. The Priest’s whole body trembled violently, as he feared the wrath of the Warlord, when all this came to light. Terrified, he could feel the dark claw of death itself place a hand on his, but it was not Death, but the gypsy, who stared at the old man and told him exactly what his new story would be. That he had spent the night practicing the ritual all by himself. The Priest’s head lolled around as he tried to make peace within himself, and now live with the lie that was being planted. It was no secret the Warlord would kill the Priest in an instant to learn of his blatant act of stupidity. The gypsy waved a goodbye, leaving the Priest to dwell on the situation. As the door closed you could hear the quiet sobs of a broken old man. :: The Ronin was not at all an easy mark to torment, and even more resistant to the charms of the gypsy Kekeyama. He used the weight of his head to push her hand away, threatening to take it from her, if he was able. She pulled back her hand and then smiled at him as she saw the look of defiance in his eyes. Then the darting glare at the Serpent. This brought the gypsy to look back at the angered Viper who was standing back from the pair. What was it about these two that were trading looks like one could kill the other? One thing about the gypsy was that she had the ability to lock into people’s emotions. There was something in the Viper’s eyes that gave that away. Turning her attention back to the Ronin, she mused. “So the Snake didn’t kill you, and yet…she still has her coils around you. How very odd. Does she know something you’re not telling? Is she part of your schemes?” It was true, that Kekeyama didn’t trust the Serpent, and saw her as a threat to getting in close with the Warlord. <3>

IceTe3a: – Kayne nodded as he figured out exactly what he was going to do, he’d blame the guards at the gate for letting in the strange man and stating that they knew all well he was not known but let him pass just because he spoke The warlords name, This should suffice the old bastard enough to get him off his seat and into this war. He yawns as he goes on to stroll down the hall “Heads will roll~” as he notices a group of females sitting in a courtyard, perfect time for a quick wooing session, as he glides across the grounds with grace falling in between them “Hello ladies, lovely night tonight isn’t it? Amplified by your beauty of course” this of course was a winning line as they all sighed with a slight sigh of romance. He had them in his claws as he smirked, his needs more desire than that of a normal man wanting sex. Back in the throne room Ronin glared at the one kneeling before him, he listened but he did not say a word until she stated the serpent had him where she wanted him ‘So the Snake didn’t kill you, and yet…she still has her coils around you. How very odd. Does she know something you’re not telling? Is she part of your schemes?’ he growled “I’d kill her given half the chance” he said as he threw his right fist up towards Keke with all the energy he had left in him, hoping to land some sort of blow. The warlord listened to Keke and then glared at the Serpent, the cards did say treason, as he growled “Serpent, Is this true?!” he demanded she answer him at once, he knew she’d deny the accusation of working with Ronin as anyone would. He stood up “Prove yourself, I find it weird, you would leave this man in such a healthy state when I ordered you to get the information from him. As my eyes at witness, you prove yourself or so help me blade will find your head” he growled a threatening growl towards her, he did not know if this accusation was true or not but he needed her to prove she was on his side, and her salvation lay on the floor in front of keke.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The attempted fist strike attack on the female gypsy just missed it’s mark by inches, but that was not to say that the girl Kekeyama didn’t get the message – loud and clear. His body slamming back to the stone floor, but his admission that he would kill the Serpent in a second if he could adding fuel to the fire that there WAS something going on. The Viper like Serpent turned her body slowly towards the Warlord as he spat words at her in an angered tirade. “Serpent, Is this true?!” His words loud enough to rattle the very windows. The Serpent stood her ground, a menacing and cold expression washing over her delicate features. Did the Warlord actually believe she would go against his wishes? And all for the pathetic male spawn that lay upon the ground. Never before would the Warlord have seen the veiled hatred in the Serpent’s eyes. Disgust coiling throughout her insides, as her hands slipped within the confines of her sleeves. Rearing up like a cobra, she was not one to mess with. Her silken robe shimmered as the Warlord continued with his tirade of abuse…daring her to prove herself. “Prove yourself or so help me blade will find your head” The Serpent began a slow walk towards the Warlord, her eyes never leaving his. Her face like granite, and she did one thing. Removed the picture that she had procured from the Ronin and tossed it at the Warlord’s feet. It was a picture of a girl, a child. The same one stolen all those years ago. If he picked it up and had the memory to recall who she was, he would see the link for himself. “My service to you is done!” With that said, she simply walked out of the Great hall, and headed for her chambers to pack. <3>

IceTe3a: The warlord glared at the serpent as she threw the picture down, he stared at her as she stormed off stating her service to him was done he growled as he took the picture and glanced at it for a moment before his eyes widdend “I almost forgot…” he glanced from Ronin to the serpent “Her brother…” he growled as he stood up “YOUR BROTHER WILL DIE FOR YOUR DISRESPECT” he growled as he glared at keke “KEKE, Have your way with the man and make sure it’s painful and slow” he barked orders as he glared at his son then back to the Serpent “You will regret this woman!! “ Ronin laid there as the commotion was around him, he overheard the warlord sister… it couldn’t be, that would explain why… he glanced over at Serpent and grabbed her ankle as she walked by, his eyes glancing up at her as he came to the reliazation that she was infront of him the entire time, his eyes watering up full of sad and joyful tears, as he coughed, his lips part “Ayame Musashi … My darling sister.. “

CharlotteCarrendar: – Years of torment, torture….pain. The Serpent was a creation of the Warlord’s evil, and when it came down to it, the Warlord would easily discard her as a simple tool, no longer of use. The anger was practically boiling beneath the veneer of the Serpent’s skin as the Warlord shouted that her brother would die for her disrespect. The truth was now out in the open and those few in attendance were about to witness the full fury of the Serpent. Never before had the Serpent unleashed with such hatred and malice. Only the coughing of her brother as he lay on the ground, catching her ankle with his hand. The Serpent gazed down at her brother, a softer look on her face which was soon replaced with rage as the Warlord ordered Kekeyama to have her way with the Ronin. Hissing violently, the Serpent turned her attention upon the gypsy. Her lips quivering as they raised to show gritted teeth. There was a fluffy of silk, as the Serpent ripped her hands out from her sleeves and then propelled a hira shuriken at the neck of the gypsy girl, her mark true. Landing to the side of her neck, with blood spurting out. “AAARRRGGHHH!” Kekeyama screamed, while the Serpent twirled and gripped a long spear from one of the statue guards. She twirled it in her hands and then screamed at the Warlord. “YOU STOLE MY LIFE!…NOW, I TAKE A LIFE FROM YOU!” With deadly accuracy of a javelin thrower, she hurtled the spear at the Warlord’s son. The spear hit him dead in the chest. Blood exploding from the wound as the boy sat there, pinned to his grand chair. Knowing that there was little time, she pulled out a dagger from her sash and hacked away the binds that held Ronin down. “GET UP!” she screamed at him, and attempted to led him from the Great hall as no doubt the Warlord would be panicking about his now dead son. <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watched as she responded to his calls, he smiled lightly as he watched her take action to her threats, firstly cutting Keke’s neck watching her fall into place, then she hurled a spear, a direct shot into the warlords chest, his eyes widened as he was cut loose by his newly returned sister, quickly he nods as he comes to a stand, he glares at the warlord “I will return for you” he growled as he took his sister by the hand and followed her lead. Kayne who wasn’t too far away heard the distinct voice of his dear Keke screaming, wiping the blood from his mouth, he left the drained females laying there in the courtyard “I’m coming my love” he said as he came to a sprint, his eyes flick past the serpent that was leading someone away from the situation but he had no choice but to run to keke. Coming into the door he growled as he saw her on the floor bleeding from the neck “WHAT DID YOU DO OLD MAN” he glanced as he saw the old warlord cradling his son who had a spear pierced through him “What happened here!?” he growled as he picked up his dear Keke
Holding her neck so he slowed down the blood coming out “Darling we need to get this looked after” as he came to a stand and glared at the warlord “I hold you responsible, I will return for our payment” he growled as he ran off into the night in search for a doctor : “MY SON” he said as he ripped the spear out of his chest and held his wound “My son, I will avenge you I swear..” his head lowering onto his sons as he started to cry “GUARD CLOSE THE GATES, LOCK THE CASTLE FIND THE INTRUDERS AND KILL THEM” he screamed out as the guards went off to find everyone who had betrayed him

xZephyrZ: For the Warlord’s lands they rode, he had a small group, scouts set out at intervals of five hundred metres in any direction would signal him if they came across a single man. The men and women of The Eyes were no ordinary soldier, each was a fearsome warrior in their own right, but these few who served as the eyes that guided their master’s hand were agents of shadow, infiltrators, liars, thieves and saboteurs, deadly with sword and arrow alike. They would be the first wave to bowl in to the Warlord in this oncoming storm, disabling his defences and leaving the path clear for Seiyuu and his vanguard make a bloody charge for the Warlord and his agents. He would take everything from this man, his money, his title, his home and his family, he would leave nothing, the Warlord would know loss as he had, he would know what it was to have hopes and dreams crushed before his eyes as his fate burned in Dragon Fire. They were close by now; horses had been tethered under the cover of trees, as had been done by the other intruders on these lands, unbeknownst to the Young Dragon. But one thought ran through his mind, a singular purpose, pure and unrestrained, revenge. They had approached in silence, as a Tiger stalks its prey. Scouts sent forward to end those who dare block the path of their master, Seiyuu and his vanguard waited patiently. (Seiyuu) “We end this here and now, though we may be few we are blessed with righteousness and justice, we will end the tyranny of this villain, let it be known to the world”. With a flash his own man returned, had he spoken too soon? (Seiyuu) “Takana, you return without rendering so much as a glance at our opponent? Are his forces so strong?” The Young Dragon whispered, surely the odds were not so insurmountable. (Takana) “Young Dragon, it is not as you think, your heart will dance with the glee of children watching a New Year’s fireworks show, the Warlord and his men celebrate their victory, drowning themselves in Wine and Beer, this will be a simple task”. Seiyuu’s heart leapt in to action, as they spoke the rest of his forward scouts would be ending the lives of the Warlord’s men indiscriminately, by bow and blade they would know death, their corpses paving the path in to hell. With that he could hold back no longer, the Young Dragon let out an indecipherable cry of rage and excitement, they charged for battle, killing anyone who dared stand against a Dragon. No one could stay his wrath, for he was now fury incarnate.

CharlotteCarrendar: – A large flap of skin hung down from Kekeyama’s neck, as blood spewed onto her beautiful gown. The gypsy maiden was gasping like a fish that had been taken from the sea. Her hand reaching out to her brother as he ran to her aid. Her body started to shake and tremble violently as she went into a state of shock. She seriously thought she was going to die from blood loss. Kayne came to her, kneeling and saw the terrible wound inflicted by the angered Viper. “Brother…” her voice a garbled whisper as she tried not to cough. She needed him more than ever before, knowing no one else would come to her plight. He spoke to her, saying that she needed to be looked at by a Doctor, and he rushed off, leaving her to her devices, as the Warlord was now cradling his dead son. Crying, he ordered the gates be locked, and to find the intruders to kill them. Little did he know, that the Serpent knew the Castle like the back of her hand. As a child she had explored its many floors, doors, and secret passages that were built by the Warlord’s ancestors. Stealing her brother down a long corridor, she came to a large tapestry, and flicked it back to show a hidden door. The dust rose from the moving of the rug, which showed this had not been used in a long time. “Quickly, we don’t have much time.” The Serpent urged, opening the door, and pulling her brother through. The passage was dark and there was the dripping of water from above. Rats scurried out of the Serpent’s way as she took her Brother deep into a maze that would ultimately lead them to the sewers. From there, it was a treacherous journey beneath the castle and to an opening grid that was a good mile from the Castle grounds. This had been used in the past to sprit people away undetected. Such as nobles who would not stay and fight the oncoming hordes of their enemies. Who would have thought the Serpent would dare use it? <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin gets dragged behind his sister, he was so happy to see her but he could not wait to stop and hold her in his arms; merely following what she said as he darted around with her “Right right, I’m keeping up” he mumbled as his body screamed out in pain from his muscle use. His body was tenderized, from the beating the guards gave him earlier, with a slight sigh he arched a brow “Take us out to the forest, I have a horse there waiting for us.” He stated hoping his sister would be able to find their way outside and towards the horses “It’s… so good to see you again sister.. I’ve missed you so much… I know I can never truly give you back the life you deserve but I hope I will be enough to satisfy your family needs” he said that with such emotion in his voice as a single tear ran down his cheek. His swords… he forgot his swords; His father’s blade was still in the castle somewhere, but did he really need it now he has his sister returned to him? Kayne had his sister in hand as he sighed slightly, shaking he laid his sister down, as he ran his fingers across his face “Darling, I love you so.” As a tarot card appears out of his hand he presses it to her wound as his eyes glow “Judgment” he stated, as his sisters neck healed as if it never had been cut in the first place, a red hot fire engulfs the same location on Kaynes neck, as the wound appears through the flames. “Argh, forgive me; I could not live to see your beauty harmed” he said he wrapped a scarf around the now fresh wound across his neck “. : Back in the throne room the warlord walked out onto the balcony and looked down onto the lands bellow “YOU WANT WAR, YOU HAVE IT, SERPENT I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU” he roared loudly, as he became more corrupt, his features showing just that.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Hearing her brother speak of how much he had missed her, and then the directions that there was a horse in the forests outside the Warlord’s grounds, had the Serpent feeling emotions she had not felt since a young child. Her mind was trying to focus on getting them out of the Castle grounds alive, and as far away as she could dare, knowing the Warlord would be sending as many men after her, for killing his son. Trudging through the slush and slime that was on the bottom of the sewer it made it hard going, till soon you could see moonlight streaming through the large grate above. Gripping the rungs of the iron steps, she hauled herself upward placing a hand on the old grate and flipping it back, so that they could escape the dingy sewer. Only when standing in the tall grasses of the field, could see the forest close by. Looking back at the Castle you could see the ever present glow of torches, as they swung the gates shut, in an effort to stop the Serpent and her brother escaping. Little did they know, she and her brother had made it out. The Serpent was leaving behind everything she owned, everything she ever knew. As she waited for her brother to haul himself up the stairs and to the surface, the Serpent knitted her brow wondering where to go. “I am a marked woman. The Dragon will want my head, and the child of Rikken….she will want justice for the death of her father. You should take your horse, and go back to the Warthogs. I will take the north road, to the land of the Wolf. I may be of service there.” <3>

The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Nine

A Warlord’s Rage.

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar
xZephyrZ

IceTe3a: Ronin followed his sister he still could not believe it was her this entire time, If only he knew earlier perhaps things may have been different. He sighs slightly as he’s brought to think about his father ‘I found her father’ he thought to himself as a smile cracked on his face, his body was still in such pain from being beaten and chained up for so long, he defied his muscles requests for him to stop as he pushed on keeping up with his sister. Watching his sister pull herself up and through the iron bars he was next, this would hurt he said to himself as he readied his body, with one outstretched arm he pulled himself up “Argh..” his muscles were straining before he got a grip on his footing pushing with all his might he landed right behind the Serpent, finally free of that hellhole he glanced around the grounds as he caught his breath. The forest edge was so close; he could see it as he knew exactly where his horse was located. His sister started talking to him as he glanced up at her face “I am a marked woman. The Dragon will want my head, and the child of Rikken….she will want justice for the death of her father. You should take your horse, and go back to the Warthogs. I will take the north road, to the land of the Wolf. I may be of service there.” Shaking his head in denial he came to a stand cupping her face in his rugged palms “No, I just found you after years of searching, You will stay by my side; No one can blame you for your misdeeds as you were not the one to blame. The warlord is they will understand your situation, I will be by your side to protect you do not worry” he smiled as he leaned in and kissed her head. Kayne stood there as his newly found scarring on his neck still burned from the magic he used, picking up keke in his arms he smiled down to her as he knew her skin looked like nothing ever happened “The things I do for a beautiful woman” he simply stated as he made his way out of the Castle grounds, almost near Ronin and his sister, his glowing hues glance around the grounds as his eyes fall upon the two, a half smile creeps onto his face “ A brother and sister reunited after years of being apart” He left this part of the card readings out so the warlord would not know, what fun would it have been if the warlord knew about this reunion? He laughed slightly as he looked down to his Keke, he could relate to Ronin for what his goals in life where “What men will do for a female” he sighed slightly as he reminisced over tonight “We shall leave for now and rest until you are feeling better” his eyes glanced around as he continued to walk down a dirt road, he’ll find the nearest inn, barter for a room for the night so Keke could rest at ease. After an hour or two of carrying Keke in his arms they finally reached a Inn down the road, the Innkeeper asked no questions and showed them to their room, Kayne requested Food and drink be brought up as he placed Keke down on the bed gently, and boiled the water, placing it in the bathtub once it was hot enough, he dropped a few healing oils in the water as they let of a relaxing aroma of lavender “Come Keke, relax in the bath and heal your muscles” he said as he walked to the window, removing his scarf so he could see the new scar he would have for life through the reflection of the window. The warlord watched as the priests did a prayer for his dead son, so many emotions coursing through his body at one stage rage for the ones who took his son, sorrow for his son dying such a dishonourable death, Guilt he blamed himself for what had happened, if only he was more prepared he would have foreseen this and it never would have happened his son’s body was removed to go be prepped for burial “I promise my son..” His son will be given the honors of a warriors death, by fire he will have it setup for tonight. “Prepare the flame pit for my son… Give word to the public of what has happened here tonight” he welcomed all to come grieve and mourn the loss of the warlords son. Glancing around everything that Kayne had read in the cards had come true so far, He should have heard their warnings more clearly but he was too cocky to listen; now he paid the ultimate price. “I want the armies readied and prepped for a siege, any man able to hold weaponry are to be trained to the best of the abilities time gives us” he was prepping for a war, for siege to lay claim over his castle as he continued barking orders about the food storages and water supplies to be filled. Adding a curfew no one was aloud out at night unless under strict instruction of one of his heads or himself, anyone else was to be killed on sight. The Dragons army would be on his door step within any day, he needed Raiden to come back with his reports, he regretted Kayne and Keke being lost allies of his, Kayne did promise their return but to what end he did not know, All he knew was he owed the two a debt he did not know how to repay, (( More))
IceTe3a: , something he would have to discuss with the two once they return. He needed their advice more than ever right now; he was left alone in the dark, was his kingdom to fall to ruins? Not on his life, he would not allow this to happen. Raiden was sitting on top a hill, near the Dragon’s armies; Skuttle his raven perched on his shoulder watching the armies with his black eyes as Raiden took a tally of exactly what was going on. “The army is well prepared.. unlike the warlords who lay wasted in alcohol” his hues flickering across the vast encampment of the dragons army, noting the siege weaponry as he scratched skuttle’s belly, who in turn started to stretch his wings showing how happy he was to be scratched “What you think skuttle? I think the warlord bit off more than he can chew this time” his eyes glanced over to his loyal raven who knew he was talking to him through the use of his name “KYAAAAH!” as he flapped his wings, Raiden chuckled “I agree, he will choke” his hues glance down to the pile of 4 guards stacked on top of each other, a small scouting party keeping watch of the outer rims unable to report back at this time due to their untimely deaths. Under his mask there was a sinister smirk “Never saw it coming” he said as he sighed as he took a stand, he was happy with the count he had in his head “Right, time to head back” as he came to a flash stepping run towards his horse who in kind started galloping, Raiden made a speeding jump clearing the back of the horse, landing safely onto the saddle “HAR!” he screamed as he kicked the horse to gallop faster. (( End ))

xZephyrZ: The Gates had closed, perhaps they saw the Dragon coming? It mattered little (Seiyuu) “Forward Scouts, open the gates” he shot at Takana. (Takana) “Of course Young Dragon, the way shall be cleared”. With that the shadowed figure would vanish almost instantly, soon after a gaping hole in the Warlord’s hide would be opened. The Young Dragon and his vanguard rushed through like sharks drawn to the scent of blood. He could taste it, the blood of the guards who lay dead in all directions, the fear of those who would soon meet the same fate, but most of all the sensation of his blade plunging through the Warlord’s filthy throat. Turning back to his men he issued the only order they needed (Seiyuu) “Lay waste to it all, leave none alive”. With a nod man and woman began hurling firebombs on anything that would burn the fortress would be ablaze in moments, trapping them all, no soul would enter and none would leave. Swiftly the proceeded through the streets of the castle, civilians cowered in the homes while guards who tried to stop them were silenced without so much as a gesture, approaching one of the Warlord’s men he drew his sword, the guard took a defensive stance with his spear, lunging for Seiyuu as he advanced. Effortlessly the Young Dragon swatted the spear aside, relieving the man of his head with a single horizontal slice before continuing forward.

CharlotteCarrendar: – For the first time in as long as the Serpent could remember she actually shed tears. Who would have thought that the Ice Queen herself was capable of feeling? The Ronin; her brother was all too ready to forgive her for her misdeeds, but the problem was she couldn’t forgive herself. The Serpent knew what she was, who she was. One of the most hated females in all the lands. As the Ronin cupped her cheeks, pressing his gnarled digits to her cool flesh, he would see the pain in behind her eyes. Almost like she was undeserving of his pure intentions. Ronin swore that he would protect her if she stayed by his side. He had no intention of letting her go, now that he had found her after years of searching. But she was not the child in the photograph. She was a woman moulded to become the creature of nightmares. A she devil with a beautiful face. The Ronin moved his hands from her cheeks, but planted a kiss on her head. A swirling of emotions were squeezing at her very heart, as though trying to kill the evil viper that lay coiled within her. “I don’t deserve you, Brother.” Her voice was almost broken, as the words came out – an ache if one listened carefully. A few moments of silence between them and then the roar of the sounds of horses hooves. The Dragon was on the march. There was no time to lose. She knew where the horse was tied; she could see it, and together she led the wounded Ronin to his steed, so that they may flee to the Warthog’s land. :: Many miles away the old warrior was now galloping through the gate of Rikken’s town, much to the shock and astonishment of the towns people. Many that had burnt their dead, along with Rikken himself. The child bride was pummelling her small fists on the old Warrior’s back as she realized she had been stolen away from her Warlord groom. “You mean mean man. Take me back!…Take me back to my new home.” She certainly made a fuss, as the old warrior pulled up at the stairs of Rikken’s home. Many of his faithful servants came out and all praised to see the return of the angered child bride. Alighting from his horse, he then helped the troublesome girl down, who was still calling him many colourful names. “Wait till my father..” Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. “Your father is dead, Child, as are many others that were here for your wedding to the Dragon’s son. They all died too. You should think long and hard about this. The Warlord’s son was a murderer. Now you are home, where you belong. In time, you will see this was for the best.” One of Rikken’s wives came out, and ushered the sobbing girl back inside the house, as the old warrior leaned against his tired horse. “I only hope the Ronin got away.” :: Carried by her brother many miles to a nearby inn, Kekeyama was relieved to be taken to a quiet room, where a bath was drawn for her weary body. But she could not get over the sacrifice that her brother; Kayne had made in taking the scar from her neck, and replanting it on his own. She rose from her bed, and crept across the floor to where he stood. Gently, she placed her arms around him, burying her face into his back. “My brother, you suffer for me. I promise on my life that I shall find a magic to make the scar vanish.” She rubbed her cheek against his back, silently cursing the Serpent for her wicked ways. The gypsy was sure that the Serpent’s run of luck was fast running out. <3>

IceTe3a: They arrived over the hill a small handful of them ran straight into the castle screaming and slaughtering the guards unaware, The bell’s were ringing warning of attack the dragons army was attacking or so the warlord thought, the warlords small army was ready for a siege as the warlord ran down to meet them on the wall, little did he know the young dragon was already inside the castle coming through the main gate, The warlord made it to the strategic wall where it was best to fire arrows from as they took their positions “TO WAR MEN” the warlord bellowed as he pushed through the ranks of his army, “ARCHERS TO THE WALLS, SWORDSMEN DEFENSIVE POSSITIONS YOU KNOW YOUR PLACES” he continued to shout out orders his hues glance up to the dark skies, as hurling firebombs whizzed through the night sky lighting up the darkness,, the City walls were ablaze, as the firebombs hit random locations over the cities “FIRE CREWS SORT OUT THESE FIRES, DEFENCES PREPARE THE BOILING OILS AND FIRE PITS” he hollered as they all took place. Climbing up the stairs he glanced out to the dragons army as he raised his arms “YOU BE LOST YOUNG DRAGON OFF THE EDGE OF YOUR MAP, THERE BE MONSTERS OUT HERE” he hollered towards the young child taunting him, “TREBUCHE’S FIRE AT WILL, ARCHERS AT THE READY GIVE NO QUARTER” the trebuchet’s hurled large boulders towards the Dragon’s army, as the archers released their arrows into the night sky. Squire boys running around as they checked the archers arrow supplies making sure they were filled. Medics prepared to take the wounded as many had already arrived with loss of limb or already dead. A bloodied young squire came to the warlord and screamed “THE CASTLES BEING STORMED, THEY BREACHED THE GATES WE’RE DOOMED” as he continued to run away screaming the same thing over and over. His gates were left open, Why were they open?!? As the young dragon’s army started to pour into the castle he had left a choice few to fire the Flame bombs into the castle, a two point attack it was perfection expertly executed, he backed into a corner his archers watching him, as he gets grabbed from behind “It’s time to leave sir” it was Raiden, he threw the warlord in front of him and continued to push him forward “I have saved your life this night, our contract ends on the dawns break.” The warlord looked at him with fear and shock of what has happened … The cards were right, he nodded in agreement to Raiden’s demands. As he watched raiden scream out orders “MEN FALL BACK TO OUR MAIN CASTLE, YOU RIDE AHEAD AND PREPARE THE DEFENSES THIS CASTLE IS LOST” with that the men all screamed and ran away some running straight into the young dragons path others running towards a escape gate and attempting to make it to the main castle far away from this one. The warlord finally came to his senses to find himself on horseback being led by another horse Raiden was riding, they were going towards his main Castle “Good… Goood” the warlord stated. Ronin quickly took the serpent in hand as he heard the war cries of the two armies “Come, I will not take no for an answer” he pulled her along behind him forcefully as they snuck through the darkness to the single horse left Behind, he looked around to make sure no one was following them “We will ride to Rikken’s old place, which is now the young ladies, no one will come after you I promise” he said as his hands gripped her waist, throwing her in the saddle he swung up behind her, this was more to make sure she had no choice but to follow his commands, he would not let her out of his sight “I do not care what you have become, nor what you have done young sister; Whatever path you may lead in life I will follow without question, My life is in your palms. But for now we will regroup back at Rikkens” as he kicked the horse it went off into a gallop
IceTe3a: “I Promised our father, on his deathbed I would return you to my arms, My entire life has been for but this one reason” he said as he held her close in his arms, his hands gripping the reins of the horse making sure it stay on trek. A sigh of relief and a tear from his eye rolling down his cheek as it dropped down and hit his sisters shoulder, he did not notice he was tearing up more lost in the moment as he had a smile like the none anyone has ever seen upon his face.

IceTe3a: Kayne was looking at his scar as Keke wrapped her arms around him, he could feel her face in his back as she promised she would find a way to remove the scar apologizing, he smiled lightly as he turned to face her, his back now leaning against the window, his chin resting on her shoulder as he softly kissed her neck “Darling Keke, you do not need to apologize, do not worry about the scar, It’s manly for a man to have a scar, I wear it with pride darling” he said as he wiped her face, clean his hues casually glancing into hers with delight you could see how sincere he was about what he had said, as the innkeepers cabin boy came in and dropped in two plates of mixed meat and fruit, with a bottle of wine and two cups. Gently leading her to the bath he smiles as he encourages her to take a warm soothing bath, walking to the tray of fruit he picked up a bunch of grapes, taking one off he placed it in his mouth and chewed as he casually walked back and sat at the head of the bath facing towards the wall, just where he could see her head popping out of the bath and nothing more “Come, try the grapes you are famished im sure” Raiden was on the borders of the castle, watching the two have at it “Im late” he said as Skuttle crowed, Raiden pushed skuttle to fly as he pointed to the castle “Go my friend be safe and find me afterwards” he quickly dismounted and slapped the horses ass forcing it to gallop off into the distance away from danger.. “Good…” he said as he glanced around slightly, walking into the shadow of the wall he disappeared into the darkness. The warlord was up on the Wall’s shouting and barking orders as Raiden appeared from the shadows near him grabbing the warlord from behind, he simply says “It’s time to leave sir “ he threw the warlord infront of him and continued to push him forward “I have saved your life this night, our contract ends on the dawns break.” The warlord looked at him with fear and shock Raiden saw the warlord nod in agreement to his demands. “MEN FALL BACK TO OUR MAIN CASTLE, YOU RIDE AHEAD AND PREPARE THE DEFENSES THIS CASTLE IS LOST” with that the men all screamed and ran away some running straight into the young dragons path others running towards a escape gate and attempting to make it to the main castle far away from this one. “Such cowards..” he simply stated, he noticed the warlord was in some kind of blind shock he had no choice but to lead him to a set of horses not far away, quickly he ordered the warlord onto the first one, who did what he was asked “So suggestible of you” he said as he jumped on his horse, grabbed the reins of the warlords horse and rode off to the larger and more defendable castle further in the warlords lands “GO MEN, PUT WEAPONS AWAY! RUN ON BACK TO DEATHMOURE’S CAVE” Raiden shouted as he knew just what was waiting for them, in the old warlord’s main castle. “I Promised our father, on his deathbed I would return you to my arms, My entire life has been for but this one reason” he said as he held her close in his arms, his hands gripping the reins of the horse making sure it stay on trek. A sigh of relief and a tear from his eye rolling down his cheek as it dropped down and hit his sisters shoulder, he did not notice he was tearing up more lost in the moment as he had a smile like the none anyone has ever seen upon his face. Kayne was looking at his scar as Keke wrapped her arms around him, he could feel her face in his back as she promised she would find a way to remove the scar apologizing, he smiled lightly as he turned to face her, his back now leaning against the window, his chin resting on her shoulder as he softly kissed her neck “Darling Keke, you do not need to apologize, do not worry about the scar,

IceTe3a: manly for a man to have a scar, I wear it with pride darling” he said as he wiped her face, clean his hues casually glancing into hers with delight you could see how sincere he was about what he had said, as the innkeepers cabin boy came in and dropped in two plates of mixed meat and fruit, with a bottle of wine and two cups. Gently leading her to the bath he smiles as he encourages her to take a warm soothing bath, walking to the tray of fruit he picked up a bunch of grapes, taking one off he placed it in his mouth and chewed as he casually walked back and sat at the head of the bath facing towards the wall, just where he could see her head popping out of the bath and nothing more “Come, try the grapes you are famished im sure” Raiden was on the borders of the castle, watching the two have at it “Im late” he said as Skuttle crowed, Raiden pushed skuttle to fly as he pointed to the castle “Go my friend be safe and find me afterwards” he quickly dismounted and slapped the horses ass forcing it to gallop off into the distance away from danger.. “good…” he said as he glanced around slightly, walking into the shadow of the wall he disappeared into the darkness. The warlord was up on the Wall’s shouting and barking orders as Raiden appeared from the shadows near him grabbing the warlord from behind, he simply says “Its time to leave sir “ he threw the warlord infront of him and continued to push him forward “I have saved your life this night, our contract ends on the dawns break.” The warlord looked at him with fear and shock Raiden saw the warlord nod in agreement to his demands. “MEN FALL BACK TO OUR MAIN CASTLE, YOU RIDE AHEAD AND PREPARE THE DEFENSES THIS CASTLE IS LOST” with that the men all screamed and ran away some running straight into the young dragons path others running towards a escape gate and attempting to make it to the main castle far away from this one. “Such cowards..” he simply stated, he noticed the warlord was in some kind of blind shock he had no choice but to lead him to a set of horses not far away, quickly he ordered the warlord onto the first one, who did what he was asked “So suggestible of you” he said as he jumped on his horse, grabbed the reins of the warlords horse and rode off to the larger and more defendable castle futher in the warlords lands “GO MEN, PUT WEAPONS AWAY! RUN ON BACK TO DEATHMOURE’S CAVE” Raiden shouted as he knew just what was waiting for them, in the old warlord’s main castle.

xZephyrZ: Further they went, in to the castle, to the Warlord, but they had not gone unnoticed. The Warlord’s underlings rushed to the defence of their lord, before he knew it they were met by a hail of arrows and boulders, (Seiyuu) “TAKE COVER!” he yelled, he would not see any more death, not of the people close to him. Thankfully they were able to take cover in nearby buildings. Swordsman now rushed at them, archers continued to fire, but this would do little to halt his advance. (Seiyuu) “ADVANCE CAREFULLY, I WOULD SEE NONE OF YOU DIE TONIGHT!” he yelled, The Eyes would hear him, they always did, and they were the family he never had, their bonds running deep. The Young Dragon continued to move forward, slaying one petty soldier after another. Surprise now being lost he flicked the pistol on his belt in to action, turning on the ball of his foot just in time to slay an archer bent on killing the Young Dragon himself. He moved further forward, the Eyes of the Dragon not far behind him, a few had been injured in the melee, and some even seriously, and skills alone did not win you the day in this kind of situation. Noticing this he gave one final order (Seiyuu) “GET THE INJURED OUT, SCOUTS, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!” Moving further still the Young Dragon was just outside the keep itself, felling another who had not even been paying attention to him. The Warlord was nowhere to be found though; little did he know the Warlord had escaped his grasp. More of the Warlord’s endless minions poured out of the keep in front of him (Seiyuu) “WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THAT PUTRID FILTH YOU SCUM CALL LORD?!” he spat, it was clear his own skill level was far above their own and numbers were no guarantee they would come out alive. Knowing he would be all but doomed one replied (Soldier) “HA! You fool! Our lord is no longer among us, your efforts are wasted! We will all burn together!” Gone? How? By what sorcery did he escape? It was the perfect opportunity; the fortress had been all but sealed, the Warlord’s men drunken. “Naivety!” he cursed under his breath, he had been blinded by his own rage, far too hasty, of course there were other exits, and of course the Warlord would not be so stupid! He grossly underestimated his opponent. (Seiyuu) “CURSE IT ALL!” A blade passed inches away from his face, another streaking for his chest, throwing his body back it passed over him. From this position he raised his right arm and fired, hitting his mark without any margin of error. Two more charged in one swiping at his legs the other cutting down toward his neck, letting his body follow through from the previous movement the Young Dragon fell backwards throwing his blade toward the man looking to cleave his neck in two, the other blade found mark down his right calf. (Seiyuu) “AGH” Seiyuu screamed out in pain, his frustration built. This violence was meaningless, had he spent those years away tempering his sole to become a bloodthirsty animal when he could not get to grips with one man? It was clear they had no further business being here. The Young Dragon reached for a small pouch by his waist, throwing Dragon Fire at the remaining men so as to cause a flash of fire, meant to temporarily stun and blind them. (Seiyuu) “FALL BACK, FALL BACK ALL OF YOU! DAMN IT ALL!” The world crumbled around him, his life, his past, his future, all of it burning just as the Warlord’s fortress did around him. Just as they had sped to battle the Eyes of the Dragon fled, leaving the fortress in ruin and many of his men dead, but not a scratch on the man himself. There was no choice for him now, there could only be War.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Thrown onto the horse by her brother, The Ronin; The Serpent had little choice but to accept the situation as it stood. The Ronin had made a vow and promise on his father’s death bed, that he would one day find his lost sister and when he did he would never release her from his arms again. As the horse galloped away from the Warlord’s lands, the Serpent could only think of the dangers that were now looming against them. As it stood, she was wanted not just by the Dragon’s Empire, but also by the Warlord. She had killed leaders of their people, and that was a crime that would not go unpunished. No matter what the Ronin said about being able to protect her, she had doubts he could stop entire armies for coming for her head. Riding to Rikken’s; a land with no army to speak of, and little in the way of defences seemed foolhardy. Feeling the press of the Ronin’s chin on her shoulder as they rode on, she knew he would keep true to his word but the cost would be great. In the blink of an eye the Serpent’s world had been turned upside down, and she was having trouble adjusting to this. One cannot simply stop being what they are, even in finding her lost brother. No doubt when those that sought her head would come, she would fight to the death, and perhaps then restore honour to her name. At the moment, she felt she had none at all. As the horse sped on, the cool of the air of night invigorated the Serpent’s senses keeping her from falling asleep whilst in the saddle. She wondered of her brother’s plan when he reached the lands of the Child bride of Rikken. She hoped he would be astute in his cunning, and have the foresight to see the dangers that lay ahead. :: In the small room at the Inn, Kayne and Kekeyama were sharing a quiet moment, as the young gypsy felt the weight of blame for her brother’s disfigurement. Her eyes rimmed with tears, as he assured her that he considered a scar to be a mark of honour for a man. But still, she could only see him as being harmed and Kekeyama found that difficult to accept. The bath that had been prepared was giving off steam and it did look so inviting, that Kekeyama removed her silken gown, letting it pool to the floor at her feet. Tender steps taken and the naked gypsy girl sunk into the bath’s depths letting her head go under, only to have it bob up again, with her face cleansed by the oil rich waters. She reached for a sponge and started to rub it across her skin, adding a soap to the mix so that she worked up a lather, paying attention to her shoulders and upper back. Reaching from within the tub, Kekeyama took up a chalice and sipped it quietly, as she regarded her brother thoughtfully. What would be their next move from the Inn? Surely the Warlord was in deep, with the Dragon Empire ready to attack. Where did they now stand? Allies in counsel, or enemies? Setting down the chalice again, she rested her forearms on the side of the tub, her skin glistening. “What do the cards say, my darling Brother?” <3>

IceTe3a: Dawn was almost upon them as Roning and his sister rode for Rikken’s estate, the horse working overtime carrying them both, he’d be tired after this one that was for sure. He wondered how faired the Warlord, not caring if he lived or died but Ronin would much rather kill the warlord himself, for stealing his sister away from him, but at this moment in time all that mattered was that she was with him “Ayame I did not mean to show such little respect for your opinion, I know you are hunted, but So am I as of now. There was no real reason for us to split apart once more” he smiled as he knew he was right, they were making good time as they pass the border onto the Dragon’s lands “When we get to Rikken’s stick close to me, I will explain your situation if they wish to accept me they must accept you” he fell silent for the rest of the trip Just as they arrived back into the town of Nagoya, the horse at this stage came to a walk as they approached Rikkens estate, he jumped off the horse leading the horse behind him with his sister riding ontop. A guard took a glance at the female, as he screamed “THE SERPENT” he came dashing forward towards Ronin not expecting ronin to attack, Ronin’s brows furrowed as he growled “ Her name is Ayame…” with his right arm Ronin grabbed the man by the neck “Lay a finger on her, See what happens” he squeezed the man’s neck tight before shoving him to the ground “ Go get me the warhorse, Tyunayoshi” he stated as the guard glanced from the serpent to Ronin before running off shouting Tyunayoshi’s name Kayne sat there as his sister stripped down to her skin, slowly sinking into the bathtub he smiles lightly as she sips the wine, Plucking off a single grape he raises it to her lips gently pressing it against them “I need not seek the cards to see this future Keke, The warlord will fail in his Endeavour, Ronin will have his day” His hues started glowing a dark orange as he glanced into hers “ The young dragon will take back what was rightfully his and finally prove his worth to his title amongst his men, as for you and me our paths are clouded from me” he smiled lightly as he continue to stare into her beautiful eyes. Finally reaching the gates of the main castle, far into the warlords lands his army was ready for war, archers on a split shift spread across the high and thick walls, the double barred iron gates constantly guarded by a small patrol of warriors, kept closed at all times to block entry to the wooden gate behind. On the outer of the castle walls the encampment of his footsoldiers were prepping for war as it looked like a giant tent city out here. Raiden rode himself and the warlord into the castle, just as dawn broke, Dismounting he glanced over to the warlord “I have fulfilled my contract, Our paths end here warlord. I wish you luck in your endeavors” turning on the ball of his foot, he did not wait to hear out the warlords plea or thank’s as he disappeared into the crowd of the city. : The warlord dismounting from his horse was approached by Raiden who laid claim to the fulfillment of his contact before disappearing from sight, Not giving him a chance to plea a second contract he had just lost one of him most skilled warriors. “I want the gates guarded and closed at all times, No one enters or leaves. Gather my war council I will see them in the strategic room” he barked to the guards as the scattered off. This was where he made his last stand, where he would finally rid the world of the very last son of the dragon. But he had no one at his side anymore, Who would he council now.

Death Club Role Play Live

Parlour Dreams

Logan’s Sweet Ride

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IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was intrigued to hear about Logan’s misadventures though it was more what happened off his bike than on that made her quirk a brow. ~Shot?~ she thought to herself. She wondered who would be stupid enough to take a crack at him. As she considered this, he showed off the different scars, three of which were from bullets. Stray or intentionally, it was amazing that Logan was alive. Course, when he mentioned that he hadn’t fallen off his bike, but had his bike fall on him one night, that Dixie had to cover her mouth to suppress a laugh, since the way he told it, it sounded like the bike had a mind of its own. Logan laughed loudly with a shake to his head about that situation. And knowing how heavy those bikes were, it was sure to have woken him up. Logan pointed outside the window to where his bike was parked – a 2003 Anniversary Softail Harley Davidson. She was a beaut too, and well maintained. The gleaming chrome was a testimony to that. Dixie sat up a bit, and then heard Logan ask if she liked her bikes. Naturally, she nodded. “Dem owns a Ducati, buggered if I know the numbers and jazz, but it’s big enough for two people easy. I’m not allowed to touch it. It’s his…”baby” She accentuated this by bringing up her fingers to emphasize the word “baby” . Least she respected the man’s wishes about his bike. Tito was now underway with the shading, working on the plated helm that Ned wore. The needle gun hummed and buzzed, as he pressed down working in the colour, then lifted the needle out and wiping the ink in. He was making good time. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches as she covered her mouth to hide a giggle, he knew what had happened was funny and he didn’t mind that others found it as funny as he did ‘Hell! If you can’t laugh about your past misfortune’s what can you laugh about?’ he thought to himself as he came back to reality. He smiled when Dixie said she liked bikes he arched a brow “Ducati? Bloody jap crotch rockets, I prefer me Harley’s over anything else” he chuckled slightly and slapped his knee at the thought of a man riding a Ducati, that wouldn’t sit well with anyone his the Nomad charters around the world. “He won’t let you touch his baby?” he arched a brow slightly “Well that’s just not on, I hear where he’s coming from when it’s to do with touro’s or random people touching it, but someone you know.” He shrugs “Guess some people are different” scratching his head slightly he was lost for a moment trying to remember if Dixie had mentioned Dem before “Who’s this dem bloke and where’s he at? “ he glanced back to her, whilst waiting for her to explain he arched a brow “Never taken the Ducati out?” his face brightened up slightly as it looked like he had an idea “ How about you go take er around the block for me?” he smirks as he jiggled the keys in front of her face “Go on love, Once you’ve had Harley you’ll want nothing else” he really loved his Harley’s a lot, suppose it came with the turf he was in. His back was feeling great, he loved the feel of the tattoo gun shredding into his back leaving a inky trail behind that eventually turned into an art form. “I honestly can’t wait to see this beast, I reckon you’d be almost ready to start shadin soon, yea mate?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – There seemed to be a clear divide over those that preferred Harley’s to the Japanese model tourers. It all comes down to taste and also the comfort in a ride. Harleys have a long standing reputation as far as bikes go, and Dixie had to admit, she always got a thrill when she heard one pull up at the lights beside her. Logan called Ducati “jap crotch rockets.” That was a term she had not heard before, probably because Dem would never call his own bike that. It was pretty much a blast at the manufacturing and what they are used primarily for. It was true, that Demetrios did not take well to having people touch his things, be it his bike or his club. Now came the time when Logan was curious about Demetrios. This was going to be where Dixie tensed a bit. Tito glanced up from his tattooing and shook his head, but Dixie was not about to withhold anything from her new Aussie friend. “Demetiros, or Dem as he is known, is my partner. He owns this Tattoo shop, as well as the garage outside.” She gestured to the back and then continued. “He also owned the night club The Death Club.” This was where things were about to get very dark and interesting. “A few months back, it was a regular Saturday night – I was working the bar, the place was packed. There was an altercation in the ladies room, and I happened to be there, since I wasn’t feeling well. Anyways, the club came under a rocket attack, presumably from a Russian gangster. Yuri, I think his name was. Eight people died in the initial attack, and our star dancer, Mia was kidnapped. Apparently the whole thing was planned. Dem and his best mate Alex were both struck by gun butts, and were beaten up while the the place was getting pretty much razzed.” Dixie paused, as this is where things get sketchy. “Dem and Alex…know some very dangerous people. Both were in the Greek military…and they took a crew…uhm..” She stopped at this point, as Tito continued to shade the helm. “They went to get revenge…and save Mia.” This would be a lot to swallow, but when she finished, she felt that she had a great load come off her. Tito spoke this time, to try and better the mood. “Shading…already on it, half way done. How about Dixie get you a drink, huh?” <3>

IceTe3a: He didn’t know what he just asked as he was about to find out their dark secrets, he listened to Dixie who started to explain herself ‘Demetiros, or Dem as he is known, is my partner. He owns this Tattoo shop, as well as the garage outside.’ Nodding as she told him about her partner, and how he owned the club and this tattooshop “Righto” he said as he continued to listen to her ‘A few months back, it was a regular Saturday night – I was working the bar, the place was packed. There was an altercation in the ladies room, and I happened to be there, since I wasn’t feeling well. Anyways, the club came under a rocket attack, presumably from a Russian gangster. Yuri, I think his name was. Eight people died in the initial attack, and our star dancer, Mia was kidnapped. Apparently the whole thing was planned. Dem and his best mate Alex were both struck by gun butts, and were beaten up during the the place was pretty much razzed’ a single brow arched up as high as it could go just what has this little sheela gotten herself into exactly? And her man sounds like he was a bit shady himself not wanting to comment on anything until he had heard everything, he kept his opinion quiet for now ‘Dem and Alex…know some very dangerous people. Both were in the Greek military…and they took a crew…uhm.. They went to get revenge…and save Mia’ shaking his head slightly his lips part “Strewth love, you’re in some deep shit for someone like yourself. This dem and his friend’s sounds to me they’re playing wannabe gangster really.” He rubbed his chin as he continued on with his opinion “And he just up and left you, for revenge and to get this young lass back? No protection, no nothing?” he shook his head once more as if he was disappointed in this man “ Russian’s huh, I’ve had my fair share dealings with them, Jap’s, Americans. It comes with being a nomad. We’re international, we have charters all across the globe, even one here” he scratched his head “ Somewhere around here anyway” he had to laugh at that last part “ But, I don’t think that’s the life for you doll, trust me I’m a bikie” he gave her a cheeky wink before pulling out a scrunched up paper and a pen writing down his personal mobile number he holds it in front of her “Anything happens doll, call me” he said with a firm look on his face.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie got up as Logan was asking if she was left behind. Truth was, she was. He had left without saying goodbye, taking the bike out and then heading off to gather together his men, for the tour to Russia. She had the odd message on email, but that was it. “No, no protection. And yes he just up and left.” Dixie headed down to get Logan a drink as Tito was really going great guns with the shading. “The Dixie…she uh very sad a long time. I watch her…come home from art college…night after night, sometimes in the rain on the bus. No gooda. I say…work here, it safe…and you no getta wet.” It was pretty clear that Tito was keeping an eye on Dixie, but there was only so much he could do. “Dixie, only getta happy now. He gone a long time. We don’t know a thing. He could be dead.” Dixie came back up with a tallie of a VB and set it down for Logan, trying to regain her composure and show a smile. The whole world of gangsters, and the Russians…everything was totally out of her league. She was just a scrap of a kid from St Kilda living in Prague of all places, and trying to keep her head above water. She took the paper with the phone number on it and smiled. “You’re alright, you know that Logan.” <3.

IceTe3a: -He was surprised when Tito started talking to him about Dixie, but he listened anyway, ‘No, no protection. And yes he just up and left, The Dixie…she uh very sad a long time. I watch her…come home from art college…night after night, sometimes in the rain on the bus. No gooda. I say…work here, it safe…and you no getta wet.” He shook his head, so that prick up and left her without any protection? Any true man that was born into this lifestyle knows they will come after their loved one’s so always make sure they are protected “What a bastard” as he glanced over his hues followed Dixie as she started to walk back towards them ‘Probs won’t be coming back anyway.. Poor thing’ he thought to himself as he smiled when she came with a beer watching her place it in front of him he chuckled slightly. He watched as she took the number stating that he was ‘alright’ giving her a wink he smirked “You’re all ace’s love” as he reached around and tapped Tito’s knee “You to mate, ever need any help, Feel free to give me a yell” he smiled as he had now made some new friends, But what would Dixie think of him if she ever knew what he had done in his past as a bikie, or what he will do in the future? That question sat and ate away at the back of his mind, shaking it off his body was starting to feel the tattooing now, after a big session they’d almost be finished or at least he thought they’d almost be finished, as he took the VB bottle to his lips taking a generous sip out of it he gave a sigh of relief “Ahh cheers hun”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Tito had changed dye vials again switching the colours for the shading. It was now almost finished, and any true tattoo lover would be astonished with how well it was looking. You would swear it was almost life like. Seeing Dixie come back with a drink for Logan, Tito refrained from saying anything more about Demetrios and Dixie. He simply didn’t want her to know just how worried he had been. Logan was being the perfect customer, sitting so still as the tattoo was being finished off on his back. It was probably Tito’s best work, and no doubt Dixie would be taking a few shots for the Tattoo parlour walls. Dixie blushed at being told she was all aces. That was a hell of a compliment to the young Aussie. Tito felt the pat on the knee, and said he was alright, and welcome to sing out if he needed help at all. Tito pulled back the needle after finishing the last of the shading, and set it on the rack, as he cleaned up Logan’s back. “Mister Logan…she’s a finished.” Dixie actually got up to take a peek, and you could hear the high pitch squeal as she saw it complete. “Tito…you clever bastard.” She chortled, giving him a light hug for doing such a great job. Dixie asked Logan to stand so he could check the tattoo in the mirrors to the back of the studio, so he could see it for himself. It was pretty bloody good. <3>

IceTea: He could feel Tito finishing up the shading of the tattoo, going from one spot to another as he grinded the needle in then dabbing some ink on it, then grinding it into the same place this allowed the ink to spread through the grazed skin giving a shading look to it. Almost done, he could barely contain himself as he glanced over at Dixie who started blushing from his complement, he smiled lightly as he watched her, suddenly Tito announced the tattoo was finished followed by a high pitched squeal and a ‘ You cleaver bastard’. Dixie invited him to stand up and come see the tattoo for himself, as he took a stand his muscles were used to sitting. He had to stretch it out as he gave a big “Awhhhh, That’s better” you could hear the muscles relaxing as his bones clicked every so often. “Right then let’s see this” as he casually walked down to the mirror he turned so his back was facing it, taking a good long look at it, he turned his head with a big smile “You bloody ripper!!! You’re a champion mate!” he was extremely pleased with how the tattoo looked as he grabbed Tito’s right hand with his own shaking it firmly, giving him a slap on the back. Turning to face Dixie “And you!” he picked her up from the waist and bumped her forehead with his lightly before placing her back down on her feet, “You two are all aces in my books” he smirked as he stretched some more, going back to check out the tattoo again “The boys will love this one!!”

CharlotteCarrendar: – To have such a satisfied customer, especially Logan was all worth it for Dixie and Tito. Smiling broadly as she watched Logan see the art work for the first time, Dixie almost wanted to do a dance. Tito pulled off his latex gloves and sat back down on his swivel chair, starting to clean up his work station, plus he had to clean the needle gun as well. Tito smiled and shook hands with the ecstatic Aussie biker, continent to know how happy Logan was. “It a looka good on you.” Was all Tito could think to say. Dixie on the other hand, whooped as she was picked up and had her forehead bumped as part of way of thanks. She squealed as she placed back down, smacking Tito’s arm. “Told ya you were a Master of the art, Tito.” Tito waved his hand, getting all shy as he continued to clean up his things. Dixie then asked Logan. “I can go get your shirt and ….gun now, if you like.” Figuring he would be wanting to head off soon. Being stuck on that chair for hours must have really stiffened his muscles. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckles slightly as he watched the commotion in the tattoo shop, hearing Tito saying it looked good on him he smiled “I love it mate, defiantly the favourite tattoo I have.” He nodded in confirmation as he smirked. Glancing over to Dixie who seemed more excited than he was, he watched her slap Tito’s arm and comment on how good Tito was as a tattooist. “She’s right mate, your top gun” he gave Tito the thumbs up just as Dixie asked if he wanted his gear back yet, he raised a brow slightly “Trying to get rid of me that easily huh” he chuckled as he nodded in the direction of the back storage area “ Go on then get me my gear, How’s about I shout you a drink, least I can do” he smiled as he glanced over to Tito “Aye Tito, your mother alright? She’s been pretty quite mate” he chuckled as he had just remembered that Tito’s mother was in the back room somewhere doing god knows what. “So what you say love, let’s go get a drink. I’ll take you on my bike” he smirked

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie had actually forgotten about Tito’s Mamma, who was oddly quiet out the back. Deciding to go and check, she excused herself and took off down the two stairs and ran across the checkered tiled floor to the back room. Coming through the door way, there was Mamma, fast asleep with her mouth wide open catching flies. The movie had long since finished, and Dixie carefully placed a small blanket over Mamma, trying very hard not to wake the old lady. That was the last thing that Dixie or Tito needed at the moment. The young Australian crept out of the back room and pointed to it so Tito could see. “She’s sleeping.” Dixie mouthed silently. From there, Dixie went to get Logan’s belongings, which were safely stored in the back store room. Coming back out, and in a good enough distance from the back room, Dixie said. “Nah, mate, not trying to get rid of you, just making sure you don’t leave these behind.” Handing them over, she was surprised when he offered to take her for a drink on his bike. “Really?” Dixie asked. She ran a hand through her hair, wondering if she looked okay. “Uhm, sure…let me go fix myself up and…we can go. That alright with you, Tito?” Dixie motioned her head towards Tito who was now comfortable about Dixie being around Logan. “You don’ta stay outta too late.” He wiggled a finger at her as if he was a parent, and Dixie poked out her tongue, before dashing to the garage, and getting ready. A few minutes later she was back, and wearing a biker jacket. “Ready!” She said with a bright smile. <3>

IceTe3a: – He watched as Dixie snuck in for a moment, leaning to the side to try to glance in seeing if the old bat had kicked the can he watched as Dixie came out and mouthed to Tito that she was asleep, he chuckled slightly as he watched her disappear again ‘Strewth she can move” he said, as she came out with his gear. Taking it in hand he placed the vest on, leaving his bare chest and arms exposed, placing the pistol back in it’s usual spot he arched a brow as Dixie started to rub her hair, asking Tito if it was ok. Tito came across like a parent as he told her to be careful, he chuckled slightly as she ran off “Don’t worry mate, I won’t let anything happen to her On my life” he said with a firm look across his face acouple minutes passed as Dixie appeared in her biker jacket, giving her a once over again, he winks once more “Love the leather doll. Should we get you patched in?” he said the last part as a jest, as he waved to Tito “Make once again Solid job on the tattoo. I’ll be recommending you to all the boys for when they come over here” he nodded as he walked upto Dixie placing his arm around her shoulder “Right love, you’re wearing the helmet” he said as he walked out shoving her out of the door gently in a kind of gentleman and aussie mixed way. Walking over to his bike he took his helmet and passed it to Dixie, as he sat down on the bike. Leaning against the handlebars he smirked “Come on love, ready for the ride of your life?” he smirked as he waited for her to jump on, Kicking the bike over he started the engine as he purposely revved the engine a lot louder than usual, the sound blasted straight out of the muffler and made a nearby car alarm go off as it echo’d down the street.

CharlotteCarrendar: – This was probably the first time that Dixie had been out on her own without her old Death Club bartender friends, or her friend Mary, who was busy working on a new design collection. Giving Tito a wave, she was almost pushed out the door by Logan, who was pretty keen to go after saying a last word to Tito about how the job he had done on the tattoo was bonza. Coming out to the pavement, Dixie was fixing her hair in a ponytail, as Logan handed her a helmet. “So much for my hair.” She joked, putting on the helmet and tying up the straps securing it in place. With her jacket zipped up and looking a million bucks, she jumped on the back of the bike, and put her arms around Logan’s waist. The roar of the Harley as it started up beneath her, certainly gave her a thrill, and she now understood what all the fuss was about. “All that power between my legs.” She thought to herself. Her visor down, she tapped her helmet to his to let him know she was ready, and then hung on for dear life. <3>

IceTe3a: -He glanced back with a smirk as she sat down on the bike, He gave her two good revs as he saw Dixie tapping her helmet signalling she’s ready. He shook his head chuckling as he pulled her arms to wrap around his waist “Don’t be shy love, besides she’s got quite a kick” he said as he leaned the bike up straight, kicking the stand back in its place he was now holding them and the bike up with one leg, as his left foot sat under the gear tab, holding the clutch he kicked it down from neutral to first gear, dropping the clutch fast as he hit the revs faster the back wheel started to spin, the friction of the wheel spinning against the road created a smokey cloud behind them in short he was doing a burn out as the bike finally gripped the road, speeding forward he kept up with the Rev meter as he kicked it into second. Finally on his bike again he could feel the wind in his hair as he took in a deep breath “Where’s a good pub love” he said as he leaned back so she could hear him over the roar of the engine. Coming to a red light he pulled up to the line near some cars, as he glanced over towards the drivers who were trying to get a sneaky look at him before glancing away once they noticed he was staring at them. He chuckled and revved his bike “Always happens, I like to think they’re bike enthusiasts but I know better”.’

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie wasn’t shy, but this was her first time on a Harley. She was just excited, and the noise of the machine added to it. Hanging on tight, the bike took off at speed, and Dixie made a bit of a whooping sound in her helmet as the bike over took cars, and was speeding through the traffic. “Where’s a good pub love” Logan asked, as the biker leaned back so she could hear him over the engine. “Third right just down this street. A place called Molly’s.” Dixie sung out, trying to be heard. Molly’s was a small cafe and licensed bar that happened to be run by the oddest couple. Frank “Molly” Jenkins and his Czech born wife Helga. Together they ran a joint that had both Aussie flavour as well as Czech favourites. Dixie had been there a few times before, but knew this would be right up Logan’s alley. He loved Four’n’twenty and VB, he was going to love Molly’s. When they came to a red light, Logan pulled up the bike and she too noticed the other drivers who were giving them sideways glances. Dixie kindly flipped them the bird as the light went green. “Watch who you’re pervin’ at ya Gallahs!” <3>

IceTe3a: He nodded as she gave him the directions to the pub, noting it was the third right, arching a brow when Dixie flipped off the onlookers he shook his head and started laughing “Truly a sheela, doll” he said as the light went green he revved the bike kicking it back into first they flew off in front of the cars, as he kicked it into second and then third, passing cars as they weaved through them. The engine of the bike was that powerful it made the chassy vibrate, a well known fact about all Harleys. Coming to a stop at the next set of red lights they were close to the turn off as he clicked the stand on, he stood off the bike in the middle of the road “Don’t mind me love” he said as he placed his hand on her bottom waist of her back and slid her forward into the driver’s seat, kneeling down he placed her right foot on the rear brake’s “right foot, rear brakes; Light touch they are sensitive” he smirked as he walked around her grabbing her left foot he placed it on the foot rest and slid her toes under the gear tab “She’s in neutral now, so first is a click down, neutrals half a click up and u skip neutral from first by clicking all the way up that’ll put you in second, so click up for gears, click down for lower gears, switch her at around 6,000 revs” he smirked as he came up to sit behind her placing her right hand on the handlebar “ Don’t bother using the front break’s we’d just go flying off” as he placed her left hand on the clutch and handlebar “That’s your clutch, Don’t need to tell you how to use that I hope” he said as he took the weight of the bike off the stand, clicking it back into its place he sat there keeping her stead. “Don’t be nervous just think natural, I’ll grab her if she misbehaves” he chuckles as he waits for the light to go green.

CharlotteCarrendar: – When they came to the next set of traffic lights, Dixie got something of a shock when Logan actually got off the bike. What was more alarming was that he pushed her further into the driver’s seat. “Wait…what?” She spluttered beneath her helmet. She watched as he knelt down and then took her right foot, placing it on the rear brake. He wanted her to ride HIS HARLEY in the traffic. At first a wave of panic hit her. What if it toppled over, what if she stalled it? So many thoughts raged through her mind, until she found herself nodding like…a noddy as he relayed the instructions of how the bike worked. “Right foot brake…got it.” He then grabbed her left foot, and placed it on the foot rest. The gear tab was just above her toes. She’s in neutral now, so first is a click down, neutrals half a click up and u skip neutral from first by clicking all the way up that’ll put you in second, so click up for gears, click down for lower gears, switch her at around 6,000 revs” Dixie’s mind was racing. “Click up for higher, click down for lower, switch her around 6,000 revs…” this was all going through her head and she gripped the handle bars, while getting herself comfortable in the seat. Feeling Logan get on the back, and saddle up behind her, she took in a deep breath. “Don’t break it…don’t break it.” She kept saying to herself in her mind. The light went green, and with the kick stand up thanks to Logan, Dixie skipped the gears up to second, as she eased the clutch, and then accelerated as the bike took off with a find trail of smoke behind it. She was keeping it pretty steady and chewed her lip as she tried desperately to ride casually, if there was such a thing. She changed the gears up as the revs speed up. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckles as he knew she’d be nervous on the bike but she didn’t need to be, he just wanted her to have fun “Heh, Don’t worry if you wreck it, She’s only a bike. Let’s have some fun, you’ll do fine” he said just as she was getting used to the position of everything. He didn’t bother watching her as he blindly trusted her just as any Aussie would, the lights went green she clicked it into gear leaving the cars behind them in a trail of burning wheel smoke. “You’re a natural love, Now don’t think about it too much just open her up and enjoy the moment” talking about letting Dixie speed the bike up as fast as she wanted he smiled as he placed his hands on either side of her hips gently, as they cruised around. She was in complete control of the bike now; he had nothing to do with it, as he hoped she would enjoy the experience of riding a Harley. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” he jested playfully as he continued to look around at the things passing by, it wasn’t very often he was able to look around whilst the bike was moving as he had to keep his eyes on the road, but this was defiantly a interesting experience to be had. With his new tattoo on his back, two new friends in his life, He was going to the pub with Dixie the smoking rebel chick for a few drinks this day was looking to be a good one.

CharlotteCarrendar: – There is something about experiencing riding a Harley that was hard to compare to any other machine. It was not just the noise, or the power – but the way it cruised along. Dixie went through the next two green lights, and was relaxing as she changed the gears effortlessly, the engine almost growling and snorting beneath her. Dixie was feeling a freedom that she had never before known. It was addictive and gave the young Aussie a sense of euphoria. The pub could bloody wait, as she rode through the beautiful Prague streets. Passersby were waving as she turned the corners like a champ, the roar of the machine as she picked up the gears invigorating her senses. If she could rip off her helmet and let her hair free she would have. When Dixie pulled up at the lights…there were looks, for sure. Dixie didn’t give the gawkers a second thought, only pulling away at speed and leaving the cars behind in her wake. Soon she had come back around after doing a few blocks and pulled up right outside Molly’s, where a rotund looking fellow was sitting on a cafe chair outside his cafe, smoking a cigar. “MOLLY!” Dixie sung out as she turned off the bike, and took off her helmet. Molly looked up from his paper, and then saw his favourite little Aussie girl. “Dixie Chix, what’s this? You got a bike? Suits you.” He said, then seeing who was on the back. “G’day Mate…come to try some of my home grown Aussie flavour?” The owner stood up and scratched his crotch. He wasn’t shy around people that was for sure. “Just be sure to wash your hands before serving us, Molly. Oh, and this is Logan…from ‘Stralia.” She said proudly. <3>

IceTe3a: He knew they had missed the turn off for the pub but he didn’t care, Dixie was enjoying the ride and he was not one to deny her the pleasure of this experience so he let her drive around Prague’s streets as people looked at them. Something she’d have to get used to, no matter who it was but when they heard the roar of a Harley they had to have a look at it. He had never seen a person say one bad thing about a Harley, as smiling he knew she was defiantly enjoying herself, she turned the corners without issue and he sat there as if he was being driven by a lifelong experienced bikie. Finally pulling up to the pub she was talking about she parked the bike like a champion, as he took the weight of it on his leg and kicked the stand down allowing it to rest on there. “Bloody hell love you’re a natural for sure.” He complemented her driving skills for a first timer as she introduced him to molly, who greeted him in kind. “G’day mate, I sure am from down under, came to get a few VB’s and some tucker. Ow’s it hanging?” he said. Taking a quick glance in the pub he could see it clearly as he grabbed the helmet off Dixie and placed it on the handlebar of the bike “Shall we love?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie’s face was a little flushed, but that was from the excitement and adrenalin of riding the bike. The young Aussie gave up her helmet to Logan, and started to unzip her jacket, as Logan made introductions with Molly, who was already heading inside to get the couple a table ready. “You betchya.” Dixie answered to Logan, as she led him inside the quaint cafe. Sure enough there was a wide screen TV that was playing a rugby league match from back home. Canberra versus the Rabbitohs. The people that frequented the cafe, many were from Australia, some from New Zealand, and a few odd token Americans. Molly had found the pair a table, and got out the menus. The rustic charm of the establishment, along with a lot of pictures and posters from home, was enough to cure the homesickness of many an Australian. He had team picks of his favourite football team, and then there was the Cricket players too. Jerseys in glass cases, and all manner of Aussie flags and bric a bac, that would bring a tear to an Australian’s eye. “Special today is the Reef and beef. Plus I do a bloody good meat pie if ya fancy. Beer wedge chips, and the usual salads. Wife insists I don’t serve enough. Ha!” His laughter rolled out and he was certainly enjoying seeing Dixie and her companion. “VB’s…you got it, Sport.” Molly said, heading off to get a couple as his wife berates him in Czech. Thankfully, it was just water off a duck’s back to Molly. “Couplea days..Beautiful!” He sang out, to which she threw her hands up and went into the kitchen again. <3>

The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Ten

Seeking Justice

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar
xZephyrZ

xZephyrZ: The Young Dragon rode to return, word of his failure had been sent forward, he knew Mitsunari would not be pleased to hear of his recklessness, but as ever would maintain his emotionless façade. He had certainly been rash, if only he had stopped.. thought, there had been minor casualties, but casualties none the less and the burden lay on his soul alone. (Seiyuu) “DAMN!” he choked the words out from behind teeth like prison bars. There was simply no way to vent his frustrations, he had to accept what had happened and look to the future. If all those years taught him anything it was exactly that. With that his eyes flicked up to see Takana, returned from relaying the Dragon’s message, he urged his horse forward as the shadowy man re-joined them so that he was by his side. (Seiyuu) “What news? Do we have any orders?” he questioned. Takana bowed his head slightly before replying (Takana) “We do not have any further orders but to stand by Young Dragon, they wish to re-evaluate our strategy now that we are facing a head on conflict with the Warlord, it was also requested you return at once.” The man hesitated for a moment (Seiyuu) “Is that all? If that’s the case we shall return as reque-“ Takana interrupted the Young Dragon, his face of a man who was deep in conflict within himself (Takana) “Dragon… Seiyuu.. Amongst the men.. I had heard of a Ronin who was sent to kill the assassin that murdered your father and rescue the daughter of another Lord who was killed, they were saying he was to return to a certain village, it’s not far from our current position, if you wanted more information about how he died…” he did not finish his sentence. Takana knew what the Young Dragon would do, but he could not afford to betray the orders of the Empire now, he had yet to redeem himself and launching his own personal crusade would fatally wound his chances, he waited for a reply. The Young Dragon looked away for a moment, set adrift in his own mind. He knew Takana would have figured out his dilemma already, the Empire or revenge? The Empire’s War Council would never approve of this kind of behaviour, but his heart was with his father.. he wanted all those who had plotted against him dead and this lead was priceless. (Seiyuu) “Then I ride for this village, how do I get there?” the man attempted to choke back the words, but he was bound by his life to serve the Young Dragon, he simply could not refuse (Takana) “I see you have already decided.. despite the consequences.. I will go with you, you need not face this alone!” Takana was determined to be there for the Young Dragon no matter the consequences, as far as he was concerned his soul belonged to him after back then. (Seiyuu) “No, you will not follow, I must face this alone, you will lead the Eyes in my stead, Mitsunari would be a fool to reject your aid in times such as these…” He paused only for a moment “So, how do I get there?” It was impossible to convince his master once his mind was made up (Takana) “A day north, follow the road you come to, it will be difficult to miss, they said it had been razed to the ground, may your soul be protected…” With that the Young Dragon would ride for the nameless village alone, unable to predict what lay ahead.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Riding high in the saddle, with her chin tilted up, she observed the guard that met them as they entered the land of Rikken. He was not at all happy to see the infamous Serpent, making sure to alert all, screaming her name and making a run at the horse. You could see the Serpent’s body tense as she hissed at the guard, only having the Ronin step in front of the guard – grabbing the man’s neck, and challenging his authority. “Her name is Ayame” This was a name she had not gone by in a very long time. Her brother practically threw the guard to the ground, and summoned the War Horse to come and meet him at once. Easing herself in the saddle once more, the Serpent bowed her head, the faint breeze toying with her hair. She did not like how this was going so far, and was concerned that they would be led into a trap. From a far house, the old warrior; Tyunayoshi appeared. In his right hand his boa staff. A troubled look swept over his features as he approached the Ronin. Casting a glance up at the Serpent, as she sat silently on the back of the horse, the old warrior asked. “I see you brought back a trophy, why is it not just her head?” He was under the impression that the Ronin sought to end the Serpent for her murderous ways, and yet she was sitting without binds on the back of his horse. The Serpent glared at the old warrior from beneath her veil of black hair. “You are still alive… Tyunayoshi. I thought my Master left you for dead.” Her voice had a cruel edge to it, as she made it plainly obvious that she cared little for the one known as War Horse. He chuckled, to hear that she still had a fire in her belly. “Your Master may have taken an eye as a prize…but not my life, my sweet Viper. “ he then shot a look at the Ronin and said. “Feisty, isn’t she?” Course, he had no idea…that the Serpent was Ronin’s sister. That was bound to come as a shock. :: Kekeyama sucked the grape into her mouth, chewing as she listened to her brother recount how the cards were dealt and their meaning. Clearly the Warlord was going to be the one to lose the most in this war with the new Dragon. Youth always has an edge over the frailty of an old man’s mind. Kekeyama pushed back from the edge of the tub, then rose up. Water trickling down across her body, as she reached for a towel, stepping out onto a soft rug. She started to pat herself dry slowly, her eyes locked on her brother. “Then we must choose our path wisely. I don’t fancy dying all for an old man’s misdeeds.” She then licked her lips slowly, as she came to mull over what would be a good option now. “I wonder if the young Dragon has a taste for women, such as myself.” What was she plotting? <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watched as the old war horse came strolling down the path with a boa in hand, he noticed Tyunayoshi’s confused faucal expressions, this was going to be interesting to explain to him but Ronin was sure that Tyunayoshi would understand. Watching as Tyunayoshi came to a stand before them both he expected exactly what Tyunayoshi was going to say ‘I see you brought back a trophy, why is it not just her head’ Ronin stood there listening to all Tyunayoshi had to say just as Tyunayoshi and Ayame started fighting with each other. “Enough” he said loudly, walking over to Ayame he picked her up off the horse and placed her down to stand before him, placing a hand on her back he lead her in front of Tyunayoshi. “She is my sister, Ayame” he said as he glanced into her eyes with a smile “The warlord took her from my family at a young age, she did not know what she was doing, She is on our side Tyunayoshi” he said in a firm voice showing how serious he was “I have found her and she will never leave my side again. I have returned here to continue our plans If you have issue with her being here. Then you have issue with me as well and we shall take our leave, If you are fine with all of this than can we continue on inside so I can fill you in on what has happened” he glanced over to Ayame and smiled lightly “Be respectful to Tyunayoshi, he did not know your story and nor you his. I expect you both to get along” he demanded. : Kayne was watching Keke closely as she rose from the tub and dried herself off, wrapping a towel around her smooth body. Coming to a stand he heard her talk of their plans as he chuckled slightly, walking around behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closely as he leaned against the wall, her soft skin was hot from the boiling bath as it warmed up his skin in the process “I understand we have to tread lightly dear sister, but never forget we are not like the others around us” he smiled as he kissed the back of her shoulder his eyes started to glow a dull orange as his lips trails across the skin of her shoulder gently kissing her up to her neck he bore his teeth as he lightly nipped her neck. “I trust you to choose our path wisely Keke, you shall lead this one and drag me along as usual” he smiled gently.: The warlords army was preparing for battle, The guildsmen were working on new Battle weaponry as the builders reinforced the gates and walls, upgrading the defences with brand new Archer Towers. The warlord was up in the giant castle on the 12th floor high above the ground as he was surrounded by his new generals in the army. He gave them little power this time as they had to sit and take orders, No advise was to be given nor talking to be had whilst the warlord was in control. “ I want The men’s weapons sharpened all of them, Check the armors. Also make sure the guildsmen are working and not slacking off” as he barked out orders. He may have lost the battle but the war was hardly over, he had lost his advisers and his son but he would have revenge. As he glanced back into the cave “Have we managed to tame that cursed thing yet?” he growled as he looked down to the giant tent near the entrance of the cave, no doubt full of wounded failures. He would have upper hand this time he would make sure of it as a corrupt smile came across his face.

xZephyrZ: As the Young Dragon rode the storm which had been brewing within his mind unleashed all it had. Had he made the right decision? Should he turn back now? Would it look like he was running from his failure… again? What could he possibly do about his father’s death like this anyway? The Young Dragon shook his head in frustration, he was but a man, young at that, not wise, nor experienced, he could only take all this as it came. By now the Warlord would be preparing for war, the Ronin had to be back in the Lord’s lands, there was no trace of him at the fortress. The Serpent, the assassin that had been responsible for his father’s death, was also nowhere to be found, what had become of her? This future was too uncertain.. he longed for the peaceful days he had spent in the mountains with the men and women of the Eyes. How had it come to this? Fate was fickle.. why did the path to his destiny have to be so rocky and harsh, it was as if he was bound to the rocks at the mercy of the waves.. But he would take control of his destiny, that’s what he was doing now, he need not worry about his decision, as long as it was his own it would all work out. The Young Dragon reassured himself of this (Seiyuu) “Get it together.. you’re being stupid” he muttered urging his horse forward, he had found the path Takana mentioned, he need only follow it to find the Ronin, unaware of what surprises wait for him.

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was like watching two cock fighters squaring off against each other –feathers all ruffled and angry. It would take something special to stop it from turning into a physical battle. That is where the Ronin stepped in. He boldly called “Enough” and it was enough to make the pair fall silent. The Ronin reached for Ayame and lifted her from the horse, placing her down gently upon the ground. Her dress shimmering; smoothing to her frame as it settled upon the dust. Ayame felt the press of her brother’s hand to her back pushing her forward. She was introduced as his sister. This came as a complete shock to the old warrior, who stared at the Serpent more closely. The Ronin put forth his case, that she was stolen at a young age, and moulded into the very woman that stood before them. Problem was, Tyunayoshi knew the Serpent a lot longer than Ronin did. He didn’t trust her at all. The issue was that they needed the Ronin in that town, what with the likelihood of another attack, possibly from the Dragon Empire over the death of their leaders in this very square. Tyunayoshi frowned at what Ronin has said, about either accepting the fact of who she was, or that they would leave. “Keep her caged….I trust you, my friend, but not her. Trust is to be earnt, and she has a long way to prove that I am wrong.” Wise words, it would seem. The Serpent only nodded with a soft “yes”, when Ronin asked her to be respectful of Tyunayoshi . Would she hold to her word? :: Kekeyama exhaled loudly as her brother took her in his arms, and pushed her to the nearest wall. Her head tilting to allow his kisses that caressed her skin. His teeth raking her flesh. “Mmmm, my darling brother, I do not plan to let you down. You are my first concern, and I plan to provide you with enough females to sate your lust.” This was said with a heavy undertone as her own lust was rising. She brought both arms up and over her head – fingers interlocking as they shared a quiet and poignant moment. The siblings bond practically unbreakable. One would die for the other, and vice versa. “No doubt, the dragon will want to hear his future. We have quite the show to perform. Her eyes turning a sweet red as she gazed into her brother’s. “I’ll make you proud. I promise.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin nodded slightly “She will be by my side at all times, I trust her with my life just as I trust you Tyunayoshi” he shook his head slightly, People allowing past and emotions to run over their judgments such a unmediated and unconditioned thing they were showing.. Like untrained students rivaling each other. Grabbing Ayame’s hand he started to walk up to Rikken’s old place “How is the change over, are the guards and other lords accepting the young ladies claim to the title?” he said as he guided them both towards a outside table, taking a seat he let go of Ayame’s hand as he continued to glance at Tyunayoshi “The warlord was under attack as we left, it did not look good he was losing the battle.” He said as he went on and on filling in Tyunayoshi all about what had happened with the warlord explaining how he got caught, about Keke and Kayne and everyone else. He glanced to his dear sister and smiled “What are your thoughts sister? What would he do in this situation”: Kayne was kissing and nipping Keke’s neck and shoulder softly as she spoke of promises and safety “Oh Keke, you know I would do anything for you, there is no need for such promises.” As he leaned back and smiled His lust was outrageous that he was in agreement of, Only Keke could keep him on a tight leash, any mere normal female would suffer a painful fate if Kayne was released onto her. His eyes smiled with a devilish gleam “As you wish sister, I shall read him the cards. Just ask and I will do” he said in an almost submissive way although Kayne was anything but submissive, Keke just had that kind of control over him “ You would like to see this world at civil war yes? Burning in fire, the pain and screams of those dying under you” he boasted her title for her as he bit down on his own lip drawing blood as it trickled across his bottom lip. His body was warming up as he touched his lip with his finger glancing at his own blood “It’s been awhile..” he was stating how long it had been since he last bled, although he loved the feeling of pain being what he was it brought him pleasure.: The warlord grumbled slightly as he had learned the beast was not yet tame “How can you not tame it, we’ve been at it for years!” he barked as he sighed slightly “Get the magic council to study on it, figure out a way to tame it” he growled under his breath as a guard ran off with his orders, The magic council… gathered in the Warlords lands as they tapped into ancient and dark magics they were a peaceful bunch never going to war, but were useful for their healing abilities and knowledge on Lore among other things. They escaped their own lands coming here promising their wealth in all the knowledge for safety and the right to do as they please, the warlord accepted this as he knew they would be a very valuable ally.

xZephyrZ: It was finally in front of him, what would be a nothing to most experienced travellers the Young Dragon had been unable to escape the bombardment of this thoughts. He slowed his horse to a Canter now, one by one villagers passed him, throwing glares and strange looks at him without remorse, it was only natural they would fear outsiders. Approaching the one closest him the Young Dragon spoke up (Seiyuu) “I am looking for a Ronin, do you know anything of him?” The villager shot him a glance and kept on their way, head down. He tried again (Seiyuu) “Does anyone know anything of a Ronin? I heard he was in these lands, is he still here?” No replies came, it was clear the townspeople were wary of strangers now and who could blame them, these people had been visited by death, reaper of souls, they had lost loved ones without so much as a word. He gave up for now, riding further toward the town, coming toward the gate two guards noticed him and approached immediately spears pointed directly at him (Guard) “Halt! What business have you here? Identify yourself at once and state your purpose!” Once more it painfully obvious what had happened to these people, they were right not to trust him, with a slight sigh he spoke (Seiyuu) “I do not mean you or these people any harm, I am an envoy of the Dragon, his Youngest Son, I seek out the Ronin who recently graced these lands, please, I only seek more information about my father’s death” Of course he didn’t expect the guard to be convinced. The guard replied eyeing him grudgingly, he had recognised the tattered garb of the Dragon’s Empire, but this only served to make him more suspicious (Guard) “Do you expect us to believe this, it is impossible to prove what you say, and even if it is true, you could be the herald for an attack upon our lands, for the death of the Dragon and his Son… for revenge..” With this the Young Dragon dismounted his horse immediately falling to his knees and bowing on all fours (Seiyuu) “I am sincerely sorry for the losses you have had to endure, I will accept full responsibility on behalf of my father, you may take all my weapons and have me escorted by as many men as you please, I wish only to speak with the Ronin if he is still here”. Now it would be impossible for the guard to refuse, reluctantly he took the Young Dragon’s blade and pistol, taking a moment to gaze upon the Lorenzoni repeating flintlock pistol such technology was extremely rare in these lands. He nodded and replied (Guard) “Fine, we received the Ronin not long ago, we will escort you in to the town and inform them of your presence, your belongings will be returned when you leave, you may tie your horse up outside town, we will ensure it is not stolen” it was clear the guard felt a little uncomfortable addressing the Young Dragon in this way, perhaps no one had presented themselves so humbly before him in such a way, at any rate the Young Dragon was being taken to meet the Ronin, his heart jumped, this was it.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The stares and whispers didn’t go unnoticed by the Serpent, whose hand was taken by her brother; the Ronin. He led her into Rikken’s old place. The old warrior walked just behind them, still keeping a close watch on the Serpent. To him, she was like a coiled viper that could lash out in the blink of an eye. Hearing the Ronin’s query about the Child bride of Rikken, he was able to answer. “So far there has been no disputing her right to title. She was upset naturally to be brought back, but on hearing of the atrocities that occurred to these her people, she suddenly had to grow up, very fast.” Walking with the aid of his boa staff, he made a constant clacking sound against the tiled floor of the large house. As he passed those elders that had come out to see the arrival of the Ronin and his sister, again there was much whispered discussion. Coming to an outdoor patio area, the Serpent was lead to a seat at a table, where the Ronin sat right beside her, finally releasing her hand. The old warrior joined them, but remained tight lipped as he heard of how the Warlord faired in the past few days. “What of the Warlord’s son? Surely he will try to come for the child bride.” This was a good question, and the Serpent interjected. “He’s dead. You shan’t have a problem from him.” She didn’t say how he died or who killed him, but the old warrior already knew. “Turned on them as well, no doubt.” He said, staring into her eyes, as though trying to pierce her cold veneer. “An eye for an eye.” The Serpent said simply. “Touche’” Tyunayoshi uttered, looking back at the Ronin. Asked by the Ronin for her thoughts on the situation, she spelt it out clearly. “The Warlord has lost many to his cause, but don’t underestimate him. He didn’t survive this long purely on luck.” That was a fair warning, if ever there were one. :: Kekeyama was released from her brother’s hold, and she glided over to start dressing in a simple silk dress. The colour was blood red, fitting for a such a woman as Kekeyama. She smoothed her hands across the silken fabric, making sure it hugged her figure to perfection. Kayne assured her that he would read the cards, and play his part. Glancing over her shoulder she purred. “I want to be able to sip from a chalice made from the skull of the most powerful man in this conflict, as I watch the world burn at my feet.” She crossed the floor and ran her finger tip across her brother’s lip, before sucking her finger slowly and demurely. “You always did taste good.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin listened to everything they both had to say, as he didn’t bother paying attention to those around them staring and whispering, it was always going to happen; just something his sister was going to have to get used to, as he rubbed her hand for reassurance he smiled to her. “Right, I agree, we should not count the warlord down and out. And what of the Dragons army, We should expect retaliation from them as well” he sighed slightly as he rubbed his head, so much was going on he could hardly keep up with it all, “I am going to need three new blades eventually, I lost mine back at the warlords castle” he chuckled. “Tyunayoshi I want you to take charge of Rikken’s men, we need to make sure this place can be defendable and the men ready. We also need to inform the young lady of our plans” he nodded as he glanced over to his sister “Ayame? Will you help me defend this village when the time comes?” he knew she would answer yes; at least he hoped she would. As he smiled lightly, he glanced around the place it was clean as if nothing ever happened but Ronin knew better this was where he first laid eyes on his sister and where so many had died. After awhile of chatting Ronin’s ears twitch as he heard two sets of footsteps coming closer “Someone’s coming” he said softly as his eyes darted to the location from where the sound came from, he was on high guard having his sister near him, he would not let anyone harm her that’s for sure. A guard appeared around the corner leading a young adult male behind him, who could this young man be and why is he with the guard? Has he caused some sort of trouble only time would tell. :: Kayne leaned against the wall his back pressed against it firmly as his hues follow Keke as she glided across the floor with such grace it looked like she was floating. She placed on a simple silken dress, dyed the colour of blood red; He had to smirk at her choice in colours ironic really, as his dull orange hues were pulsing as they followed her. The blood on his bottom lip was collecting as it started to tip over and drip down towards his chin ‘I want to be able to sip from a chalice made from the skull of the most powerful man in this conflict, as I watch the world burn at my feet’ with a devilish smile creeping across his face he stated “And so you shall bask in the blood of the fallen their blood will fill your tub in which you will soak your beauty in, as you sit upon your throne with skull in hand and mere men at your feet, I shall see this happen for you my dear keke” He really would do anything for her, but from time to time he has gone off course and thrown a power play out no one knew which of the two were stronger, all that was certain was that when he went off the tracks from keke she pulled him back in. His hues following her as she crossed the floor towards him, her arm extending in front of his face as a single digit touched the bottom of his lip, soaking up some of his blood she retracted her hand and sucked the blood off her finger ‘You always did taste good’ she stated to him which was met with an arched brow “Shall you have only but a taste? Or will you indulge yourself in a feast.” He questioned her as he watched her carefully. He knew if this went down one path he would suffer some interestingly new scars upon his flesh. : The guard facing the old magic council had informed them of exactly what they were asked to do, “Tame a beast of the ancient times such as this one, is no easy task” one stated as the rest agreed “It can be done though, but not without repercussions” another stated at this point the guard was confused as to exactly what to report back with “ We shall have the beast tame to a point, were it will feel the need to protect this land but no more, This will not allow control of any kind” the guard nodded as he finally got an answer he could understand running off to tell the warlord, the dark mages formed a circle in their magical chamber, as they chanted (( [www.youtube.com] )) It sounded like singing to those who were not trained in their ways, it was actually an ancient language they used to consult with the dead, summoning and most magic they used.: The Warlord hearing this from the guards report nodded sending the guard away, ‘ so.. They knew a way after all.. no control but protection, that will have to do’ he thought to himself, The warlord had his army preparing itself and training, the blacksmiths making new weaponry and armors, the guildsmen creating new battle weaponry and upgrading the defenses of the town. All was going to plan, as he sat back in his throne closing his eyes he started to drift off to sleep

xZephyrZ: Stripped of his gear and separated from his steed the Young Dragon was led through the village, he noticed a few choice words and glances being fired in his direction but he did not allow this to bother him. As they moved further through the village towards what appeared to be the Lord’s manor the people became older and more refined, most likely nobles meeting to discuss the course of action they would take. It seemed as though everyone had been shaken by this, the ripples were inescapable even by those who had not seen fit to enter such waters. All was quiet as they delved further in to the Lord’s manor, the occasional snicker could be heard but every other voice grew distant except for just one, someone had noticed they were coming, perhaps this was the Ronin. As they rounded the corner he was the group for the first time: one man, not unlike himself, rugged and unkempt and woefully under-armed if he was to be a wandering swordsman, the next a woman of porcelain, her features elegant, her skin flawless, one might say the incarnation of a goddess, finally an older man, boa staff in hand, he was extremely well travelled and it was plain to see. The relationship between these people was unclear, however a child could see that there was a great tension between the old man and the beautiful girl, what part the other man played here was unknown. Before he could go any further the guard stopped in front of him (Guard) “Wait here, I’ll introduce you” he walked over to the three and continued “This man came looking for a Ronin, he claims to be the son of the recently deceased Dragon, he has surrendered all his weapons and his horse is tied up outside the city, how would you like to proceed” this final comment was directed toward the older gentleman, apparently he acted as some kind of advisor here, this meant he could not be the Ronin, this meant then it must be the ragged looking man, for the world of the Samurai was not one for a woman to enter. The Young Dragon waited silently for a reply from the Old man, by now all three of them were staring at him and it was obvious each was skilled in their own way, he bowed to show his respect and continued to wait.

CharlotteCarrendar: – No one could have forseen that the youngest Son of the Dragon would enter the house of Rikken without weapons or even his own men. After discussing plans on how to gather defences, who would lead the people of the village – namely Tyunayoshi, and that the Serpent would also do her bit to protect these people, everything came to a halt, as the guard announced the unexpected guest. Tyunayoshi rose slowly from his chair, looking at the Serpent with a hard stare, before he made an odd grunting sound under his breath. It took a great deal of honor for the youngest Dragon to wish to come and have talks with those of Rikken’s lands. Little did he know, the very murderer of his father sat at that table. The Serpent remained perfectly still, not speaking or even looking at the young dragon. Already in her cold heart she knew the truth would come to light. Who would dare be the one to say it? Tyunayoshi? Her newly found brother? The old warrior walked with a slight limp towards the young Dragon and then bowed low in a show of utmost respect. “Emperor, welcome to the land of the fallen Rikken. I am Tyunayoshi, I once served your father in the War of a thousand moons.” He was the fabled War Horse, a legend that had become a ghost with the days of the conflict that had long since passed. So, this would be news to the ears of the Ronin. More of the old warrior’s life was slowly coming out into the open. He gestured towards those at the table. His hand had a slight shudder, a tremor if you will. “This is the Ronin….and the woman, is….” At this he paused, as though waiting for her to announce herself. “Ayame.” You could hear the softness in her voice, as she slowly turned her head towards the Son of the Dragon. She did not give out her last name, for she did not see the need. She was a woman in the midst of the affairs of men. The Serpent did not smile, but she rose and bowed graciously. What if the guard whispered the truth of her identity? It was a case of wait and see. :: “Shall you have only but a taste? Or will you indulge yourself in a feast.” Kayne was more or less offering himself to her, his beloved sister, and as tempting as that was, she did not want to leave him with more scars than he currently had. “You know of my hunger, and while I appreciate your offer I must say no. I will feed when I am in the land of the Dragon. So many many soldiers on which to dine.” She curled her lips into an evil smile and winked. “Time is a wasting. Let us find this new Dragon, and bend him to our will.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watches the strange young man as he is introduced as the young dragon, so the dragon had a younger son, how interesting but what exactly is he here for? He glances over to Ayame and smiles as he comes to a stand. Slowly he walks over to Tyunayoshi quietly as his eyes fall upon the young man before him, Ronin did not bow before the young dragon as he was not his emperor. He imagined someone from the Dragon’s bloodline to be… Taller to say the least, as he glanced over to Tyunayoshi who had just shared more of his past with everyone “What exactly is it you seek Young dragon?” he said in his low tone, before extending his arm for his sister to come join him near his side. “I am Ronin, I believe you have been looking for me” he knew his sister was indirectly to blame for the dragon’s death, but he would not admit to that nor would he inform the young dragon of this instead if the young dragon asked he would intervene and explain to him how the warlord hired mercs and snuck in his own men as monks, placing full blame onto the warlord where it should be. This would allow Ayame to move on from her past and not have the repercussions of something she had no control over come back and bite her in the ass.
IceTe3a: Kayne arched a brow as Keke declined this was unusual, she did not wish to leave her mark on his skin? Perhaps she still felt bad about the scar on his neck, or perhaps he wasn’t what she wanted; Either way it was the first time he’s been rejected from a female after offering himself which he hardly ever offered himself most females offer themselves to him. In keke’s case she just did as she pleased, never asked not requested something he was used to. He kept it in the back of his mind so it would not distract him as he gave his usual bow one arm extended outward to his side the other tucked in onto his stomach “As you wish Keke” he said gently, as he walked over to the table and gathered his guitar strapping it onto his back. Walking over to he casually he raised his palm and gently stroked her cheek as he glanced into her eyes “Shall we?” he smiled once more awaiting her

xZephyrZ: The Young Dragon was a little overcome by this greeting, it seems they didn’t know much about what had transpired between the Young Dragon and his father. (Seiyuu) “Please do not bow, do not address me as Emperor, I have not earned it.. I have been away from my home for many years, I am heir by blood only, not by right.” He paused for a moment, he had not heard of the War of a Thousand Moons, not that he had paid particular attention to wasteful details like that back then “I apologise, Tsunayoshi” he continued, with a small bow “I have not heard of such a war, it must have been before my time, nevertheless, I am honoured to meet you.” It occurred to him Mitsunari would certainly know something about this subject, having been advisor to his father for as long as he could remember, of course it wouldn’t hurt to make inquiry “Tsunayoshi, I wonder if you had served under my father if you know of any man named Mitsunari? He had always been one of the closest advisors to the Dragon” without waiting for an answer he turned to see the Ronin approach, he bowed respectfully as he had done before, he seemed cautious wasting no time before asking questions (Ronin) “What exactly is it you seek Young Dragon… I am Ronin, I believe you have been looking for me”. Of course it didn’t bother Seiyuu, this was his reason from coming to these lands (Seiyuu) “Ronin, I am pleased to meet you, you are correct I have been searching for you. I was informed you had recently been tracking an assassin by the name The Serpent in the lands, this assassin was responsible for my father’s death, I wish to find them, have you got any information?” Even as he spoke something seemed amiss, the girl had not paid him any attention since entering, the tension in the air had grown ever so slightly, the old man seemed at odds with one of them and it did not seem to be the Young Dragon. He bowed once more “I apologise, have I interrupted something?”

CharlotteCarrendar; – The young Dragon was to the point as to his reasons for coming to the land of Rikken. To find the one known as the Serpent. The one that was responsible for the death of his father and many others. While the old Warrior and the Ronin spoke with such a politeness, the Serpent held back, even though her brother had offered his arm to her to come stand at his side. There was something in this about honor, that was mentioned time and time again. They were all warriors in their own rights, fighting for their land, and what they believe to be true. Ayame was really no different from them, but for the first time, the Serpent was about to come out of the shadows, and reveal herself. If she was going to start a new life, it was going to have to be clean. The Serpent glided from the table and headed straight for the young Dragon. Past her brother and the old Warrior. You could hear the growl under the old man’s breath as he sensed something was about to happen. “I can give you the information you seek on this…assassin.” She said simply, holding her head up. Could one believe a creature as fair as Ayame was capable of committing murder? Tyunayoshi could not hold back, he could feel it in his bones what she was doing. “Ayame…sit down.” His voice grumbling like thunder. She shrugged her shoulders and then glanced at the old War Horse. “You have killed countless men, War Horse when engaged in battle, why am I any different? Why try to cover up the fact of what I did?” The Serpent then rounded on the young Dragon and said simply. “The one you seek, is me. I am the Serpent. I killed your father on the orders of the Warlord.” She then stood with a cold hard expression, ready to defend herself, should he lash out in rage. :: The innkeeper had arranged horses for his guests, after Kekeyama had tickled his fancy and made promises that he hoped she would one day keep. Heading out of the inn, she took the reigns of a mare, as a stallion was waiting for Kayne. “I don’t plan on walking.” The gypsy said, mounting the horse and patting it’s neck. <3>

The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Eleven

Redemption

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar
xZephyrZ

IceTe3a: Ronin’s muscles tensed as Ayame told the young dragon exactly who she was and what she did, thank god Tyunayoshi intervened on her. Spinning quickly he glares at his sister giving her a deadly look as he points the chair they were sitting at earlier “Go sit” he growled softly, cheeky shit she was as he spun on his heels to face the young dragon once more, “No you are not interrupting anything, as for the serpent she was not the reason for your families death, The warlord is at the point of the blame for this. As for the serpent, she is dead you never have to worry about her again the female that you see before me is my sister Ayame, she was once known as the Serpent but she was stolen from my family at a young age, she knew not what she had done as she has changed her ways once finding out the truth of it all, she is as much of a victim as you or I am. If you have issue with this you have issue with me, speak now or hold your tongue.” he smiled lightly as he took note of the young dragon, “I believe you have a war to run Young Dragon, shall we get to the point of this?” he said in a blunt tone. Ronin pointed to the table where Ayame was now sitting inviting the dragon over to sit with them as Ronin casually strolled over to sit with his sister. Ronin writes down some specs on a parchment it was the designs and specs of the three swords he wanted made as he calls a guard over “Please take this to the village blacksmith, I will pay him on collection. Thank you” he watched as the guard took the note and bowed before walking off to do his task. Kayne smiled as he watched Keke walk over to her mare stating she had no want to walk the entire walk, he had to agree, walking over to her he smirked, the fact she had rejected him earlier still in the back of his mind, it’s time to remind her who he is as his bottom lip still fresh with his blood as he came to a stand in front of her as his hand rested on her shoulder for but a moment, slowly gliding down her back his digits trailed against her skin, he picked up her right leg with his righ arm wrapping it around the side of his waist he bent her over holding her up with his left hand on her back, rubbing his bottom lip across her lips he gave her a passionate and powerful kiss, holding it against her lush lips for a moment, his right hand rubbing the skin on her right leg that was wrapped around his waist, his hand trailed up to her thigh before he pulled her back up and letting her go. Turning on the heel of his foot he didn’t bother to look at her face or anything he just hoped she wouldn’t reject him next time after this display of exactly what he was as he walked over to his Stallion, giving it a light pat he smiled as he straddled the saddle on the beast, coming next to Keke’s horse he glanced over at her. “My love, where shall we venture to on such a glorious night?” he smiled, the blood still fresh on his bottom lip, baring his teeth at her he bit the air in front of her playfully as he smirked.

xZephyrZ: Both Tsunayoshi and the Ronin approached the Young Dragon after he spoke, the young female in a world all her own for the moment. However, just as he had dismissed her the porcelain maiden made her move. Past the Ronin and Tsunayoshi she approached (Young Girl) “I can give you the information you seek on this…assassin.” She said, as if to throw a needle aimed directly for his heart, who exactly was this woman anyway? Before he could reply Tsunayoshi interrupted (Tsunayoshi) “Ayame…sit down.” It was all a little confusing, just what was the relationship between these three? What had transpired between them? Once again before he could fully process what was happening more was unfolding before him, it was almost perplexing, of course until those words left the young girl’s mouth (Ayame) “The one you seek, is me. I am the Serpent. I killed your father on the orders of the Warlord.” All time and space halted for but a second, a second that lasted a thousand years. How could this have happened? The Ronin had sought to kill this young girl, but now she was by his side. She admitted plainly it was her doing.. For what reason? Did she wish to repent? That would be unfathomable.. Assassins were one of a kind, cold blooded killers.. Did it have something to do with the Ronin… or perhaps Tsunayoshi? His soul screamed “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!!!!!” But losing his cool here would mean his end, it was at least him against The Serpent assuming the Ronin or Tsunayoshi did not get involved and he had nothing but his bare hands, it would be perfect but now was not the time. The Ronin shattered the singularity, (Ronin) “No you are not interrupting anything, as for the serpent she was not the reason for your families death, The warlord is at the point of the blame for this. As for the serpent, she is dead you never have to worry about her again the female that you see before me is my sister Ayame, she was once known as the Serpent but she was stolen from my family at a young age, she knew not what she had done as she has changed her ways once finding out the truth of it all, she is as much of a victim as you or I am. If you have issue with this you have issue with me, speak now or hold your tongue.” How was this even possible? Any explanation was better than none, but this was a little farfetched.. (Seiyuu) “You are.. She is your…. Working for.. The Warlord…” He managed to pull himself together, just barely. Clearing his throat he continued (Seiyuu) “I apologise, it is a little difficult to comprehend, if that is the case I have but one question. Why? Why did you side with the Warlord, what was your motivation?” Did it even matter? She didn’t deserve to live, she had murdered his father and brother in cold blood… but he even deserve to seek revenge..? It had only just struck him, how could he claim to be a burning avenger when he himself had abandoned his family and never returned. He would not attempt to kill her, not yet anyway, if at all, this moment was certainly not opportune. The Ronin had directed him toward the table (Ronin) “I believe you have a war to run Young Dragon, shall we get to the point of this?” Though, Young Dragon did not move, staring into the eyes of the cold blooded snake he would wait for a reply.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Both the Ronin and the old Warrior Tyunayoshi displayed anger and annoyance at Ayame’s bold announcement that she was in fact the very one that the Son of the Dragon was searching for. She could see no reason now for a reason to lie, and in fact by the look on the Young Dragon’s face he was in a state of shock and confusion as to why the hand of the Warlord was standing alongside those that should by rights be her enemies. The Ronin claimed the Serpent that lay beneath her delicate veneer was dead, but was it really? How can you kill something that has manifested into reality from a person’s damaged soul? Only on word of her brother did she return to the table, resuming her place with her hands upon her lap and staring out into the garden below the balcony. It appeared that the men only wished to deal with the current matter of the state of rising tensions between the Warlord and the Dragon Empire. It was no place for a woman obviously. She kept her silence now – her head remained still. The old warrior Tyunayoshi shook his head, and folded his arms with the boa staff in the crook of his arm. “Son, I am myself having to deal with this dilemma before us. But we must look at the facts. The Warlord is not going to stop until he has his revenge. He wants not just to control the lands of the Rikken, but yours as well.” This was true, so now was the time to plan and prepare. :; Kekeyama was taken by surprise by her brother’s boldness. He displayed the wants of a man that had been without a woman in sometime, but also to teach his sister a lesson – to remind him of who he was, when it came to a rejection. Picking her up in a manner that brought her in close, he kissed her with a fierceness that would leave her breathless. Blood stains upon her supple lips as he pulled away and let her go. She gasped and had to regain her footing as she clutched the side of the horse. Oh, he was good, but she was better. Mounting her horse swiftly, Kekeyama replied to her brother’s query of where they would be heading. “North of course. Till the setting of the sun, and then…we rest and play.” That said, she kicked her horse’s flank and started to gallop down the road. <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin’s eyes followed the young dragons stare as he noticed the dragon was staring at his sister, coming to a short walk he blocked the young dragon’s view of his sister as he towered over the young male. “Forget and forgive, you know who your true enemies are; Are you so ready to throw away potential allies over a honest mistake?” he demanded in a powerful and low tone, as he extended an arm to the table “Now either join us in our talks on our next steps, or leave. But know this, any insult or attack upon my sister will condemn your life forfeited. “He said in a loud voice so everyone could hear, glancing over to the old war horse, he had a look that told a simple emotion he was over this already. Turning on his heel he left the two to deal with it as he went to sit with his sister, as he came to her he glanced down with a smile as he sat down near her “Do not think you have no place in a man’s world, there is no such thing as a man’s world you are as equal to us as anyone else my dear sister, I only asked you to remove yourself so he may calm his mind and open to have explanation guide his thoughts” leaning over he wrapped his arms around his sister giving her a firm hug “My dear Ayame it has been too long.. I am truly grateful for your return”

IceTe3a: As he let her go he came to look over to the old warhorse and the young dragon “What is your opinion dear sister?” he smiled lightly Kayne watched as his sister was left breathless, a slight smirk left on his face as he arched a brow to what she had stated. Making sure they had everything they needed, a single thick rug for them to share and lay upon, when they needed sleep, food and water to last them a few days all were attached to the sides of his horse as he watched Keke’s horse come to a run leaving him behind Keke galloped ahead, he shook his head with a jolly chuckle “HYAA!” kicking the horse told the beast its master wanted it to gallop ahead, the muscles of the beast went to work as he caught up with keke, falling in behind he watched her body move with the horse as he arched a brow and licked his teeth. “My oh My” he said at the view he saw before him, they travelled the plains for awhile as he glanced around, it has been quite awhile since they stopped to rest, the horses would be feeling it after awhile.

xZephyrZ: They all just dismissed him, it wasn’t a big deal, the Ronin glared down at him momentarily suggesting he should simply forget about it all. This ludicrous suggestion may not have been such a bad one at the time, of course the Ronin would be biased but this situation was certainly not a favourable one. Never could he have expected reality to warp and twist as if it would change nothing and yet here he was. (Seiyuu) “I… I will join you. You are right, it is better to have allies at a time like this” The Young Dragon for the first time in years was broken, scattered, falling apart piece by piece, it would be impossible for him to act naturally in this situation, but he would do his best. Disregarding the threat made by the Ronin the Dragonling approached the table and sat, looking at nothing in particular, ears only half open, he was visibly shaken. Over and over he had run through the many, varied punishments the assassin would face, over and over he spoke of righteousness and revenge, but it all meant nought now, he had simply crumbled like stone under siege, an army without command. His willpower had been that of a child deprived of their prized toy, his resolve but a smattering of emotion. Almost soullessly he question the Ronin and the old warrior (Seiyuu) “What will you do, now that war has come…”

CharlotteCarrendar: – When a door closes somewhere a window opens. That very moment that the young Dragon felt that everything he had been searching for, chasing had been literally curb stomped as the three before him had more or less dismissed him like he was nothing but a mere boy at the table of men. Why even Ronin was paying more attention to the cold looking creature that was his sister. But out from behind a column, a fair girl that had the grace of a high birth came out. It was the intended Child bride of the Dragon, the one that had been at the centre of all this controversy, the very reason for this war now. She too had lost out in the actions of the Warlord, but still a very important piece of the puzzle. She already had ill feelings for the old Warrior, that took her from the Warlord’s land, but she could not deny the emptiness in her heart for seeing the death and destruction that the warlord had caused. Ignoring the Ronin and his Serpent sister, she approached the young dragon, and bowed politely. “Forgive me, but I have been listening to all that has been said here in my dead father’s house.” She went for a chair near the young dragon and reached for his hand. “I know how you feel.” She said, caressing his hand with her own. “But these people wish to fight for you, not against. The true enemy is the Warlord. Only unified, do stand any chance of defeating him.” News by way of whispers had reached her that the son of the Warlord was dead. She did not even look at the Serpent, for she found fostering hatred only kills a kind heart. “Listen to them…they know what to do.” During this Ayame let her brother hold her and responded to the hug, but the events taking place before her made her revaluate everything. <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watches as the young dragon sits at the table, his sister returning the affection as she wrapped her arms around him, he smiles gently as he leaned his head against her shoulder with a slight sigh, his eyes glance over to the child bride who finally showed up from hiding in the shadows, only to ignore his sister and himself, but in the end did a flip to say the young dragon should hear out his words. “You need to gain your title back young dragon, mass your army and prepare them for war against the warlord. He surely is doing the same and he has a head start.” He glanced over to the child bride “Hello little miss, Glad to see you are adapting to your situation.” He said in a blunt tone, making sure she knew fairly well how he felt about her betrayal towards her own family, friends and townsfolk. He glances over to his sister and Tyunayoshi “Any advice from either of you, Sister speak your mind. Your information is invaluable the young dragon would be foolish to not accept this fact” as he glanced back to the young dragon his head still resting on his sisters shoulder. : Kayne was following Keke closely, it was dark by now but not that dark as he thought now would be a good time to set up camp for the night “Woooah” he said pulling his horse to a stand “We’ll set up camp here for the night” he stated as he jumped down off the horse, grabbing the supplies and single bedding he placed them on the floor, pulling out a bunch of logs and kindling he started a fire as it crackled and roared in the wind lighting up the dark. Coming to a stand he spread out the single thick blanket, just enough for one person, or two if they laid on top of him. He came to stand as he held a bottle of wine in his hand from his sack “Keke, would you like a drink of wine? I’m afraid I have nothing better to offer” he said as he stood just in front of the now set bedding, his hues glance over to the fire making sure it stayed lit and stoked occasionally if needed.

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xZephyrZ: Each had now taken their place around the table though the Young Dragon’s mind was in flux, rebounding between reality and the madness that consumed his mind. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the old warrior, the Ronin or the Serpent, though he would be dragged back in to consciousness. (Child Bride) “I know how you feel” the Young Dragon snapped his gaze violently to meet the source of the words, it was a small girl, no older than fourteen or fifteen, another piece to the puzzle? “But these people wish to fight for you, not against. The true enemy is the Warlord. Only unified, do stand any chance of defeating him. Listen to them…they know what to do.” She continued. Just what in the name of the Empire had happened here, the Young Dragon felt as though he had been dropped in to a labyrinth without so much as words of luck. That was it, he couldn’t sit in place anymore (Seiyuu) “Just what in the name of the Empire happened here?! You will all EXPLAIN IMMEDIATELY!” he roared, raising himself up and taking a quick step away from them all “DO YOU HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE ALL OF THIS?! AND JUST WHAT AM I TO THINK OF THIS YOUNG GIRL GIVING ME ADVICE!! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL? I SHOULD LISTEN TO THEM? A KILLER, HER DERANGED BROTHER AND AN OLD MAN WHO WATCHES THE LAND FALL TO CHAOS AND PROTECTS THE ONE’S RESPONSIBLE?! THIS IS MADNESS!!!!!” with it all out in the open the Young Dragon relaxed a little, his breathing still heavy. Just how was he to handle all this? There were so many pieces missing, he had to know how he should treat the Serpent, the Ronin, Tsunayoshi, this small girl and even himself. The only way he knew was through the sword, it was said a man could understand everything about his opponent through the exchange of blades. The Young Dragon didn’t want words, empty explanations and bias he needed to understand before he could go any further. If the Serpent truly was reborn ‘Ayame’ sister of the Ronin he would have no choice but to work with them, for if even she could change he could not allow himself to remain broken, he must change and grow too. (Seiyuu) “Serpe-…. Ayame… I want to fight you, as a way to make amends for the sins you have committed.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The child bride put her hand up to her mouth in shock as the young dragon exploded in a fiery tirade that had him spitting his own bile filled saliva at the small group before him. He not only insulted the house, the child bride, but he let Ronin and the Old warrior have it. Perhaps it was the building of all that had happened, now coming to a head to be given advice from a child. The child bride got up from her chair and tore from the room in tears, leaving the old Warrior and the Ronin to deal with this, however the young dragon wanted satisfaction. He wanted justice and that would only come if he fought the Serpent. Slowly Ayame turned to look at her brother. “You cannot deny him this request, nor can I.” She said, rising slowly from where she sat. Casually walking to the centre of the room inside, a grand room and with guards around. “Give him a sword…two if you wish.” The Serpent said to the nearest guard, before she took her place on the other side of the room. Head raised she waited for the young Dragon to come and fight her. In her mind, she had nothing to lose. :: Kekeyama pulled up her horse as her brother had found a place whereby they may make camp. It was a shaded area, with soft grassy nells, perfect for sleeping on. Only problem was there was only one sleeping rug. Whether that was done on purse or not, she did not know. Tying up her horse, she wandered over to where her brother was offering her a drink of wine. It was all they had. Kekyama lay upon the rug at his feet, and stretched out, before reaching out for a drink of wine. “Only if you’ll drink with me.” <3>

IceTe3a: Ronin watched the young boy snap as the dragon raged on and on, forcing the young bride to run off crying, “He is but a boy, he knows nothing and is of no use Tsunayoshi we should send him on his way” as he came to a stand he heard the young dragon demand justice a formal dual against his very own sister. He stood there in anger as he growled a low tone “I warned you of this, Foolish young boy you allow your emotions to take control over you. Your unconditioned ways throw insult to your family and any man who calls himself a swordsman. You dare stand here judging my sister and those around me when you yourself were banished from your families sight.” His sister glances at him demanding he stay out of the dual and not interfere with it he growled at his sister as he knew she could be harmed glancing back at the young dragon “If you continue down this path and attempt to harm my sister, If she does not finish you off I will, for the insult you have given me” he growled at the young dragon : kayne watched as his sister laid down on the blanket before him, he passed her down the bottle of wine as he came to sit in between her legs “I do not drink wine my dear Keke, you should know this by now, but please drink for me” he said as leaned back against her with a soft sigh releasing from his lips. “Please enjoy yourself “ he said as he sat there looking up to the stars.

The Gun-Metal Blues

Chapter Four

Little China Girl

Writers
T1Legend
CharlotteCarrendar

T1Legend - Sam’s nose was immediately assaulted by the smell of the place. It was a scent that was heavy on basil, fried chicken, and egg drop soup. There was the constant clatter of glassware—distant and muffled by the walls. He nodded to the woman that pointed to the stairwell. Something about her raised his hackles, though he didn’t know why.

Soaked to the bone, Sam followed Natasha into her apartment. The family living in the room below hers had the television turned up too loud—it was a news anchor bemoaning the rise of the liberal media. He could hear their voices coming up out of the floor; they sounded angry. Somewhere, a baby cried.

The place didn’t look like it was lived in—but it was more than the sheets that covered the furniture. It didn’t feel like it was lived in. There were no personal effects. There were no pictures hanging on the wall, no magnets hanging on the fridge, and the apartment smelled vaguely of mothballs.

Sam closed the door shut behind him, but didn’t step much further inside. He watched Natasha approach the window and the blinds lit up with alternating tints of red and blue as the patrol cars passed.

“I owe a guy some money I probably shouldn’t. Hard to pay him when there hasn’t been any work.” He said, shrugging cautiously. He had questions of his own—like ‘Who the fuck blows up an entire club’, for instance…but he knew when not to press his luck.

“Look, I’m going to go downstairs and get us something to eat. I have a few questions for you, too. We can talk over Chinese.” Sam turned the knob and stepped out. He considered that now would be a good time to get lost while the going was good. He could just walk down the stairs and forget he ever saw the crazy—and quite lethal—Russian girl. He could just—

That was when Sam looked up and Saw a man rounding the corner with an Uzi in his hand. The man was Chinese—dressed sharp in that businessman sort of way with dark shades—and Sam would have bumped into him were he not paying attention. There was a moment when neither of them did anything.

And then they both reacted at once. Sam reached for the man’s gun and grabbed it by the barrel. It went off, spraying a line of bullet holes in the floor. He heard a commotion coming around the corner. There wasn’t much time left. Sam reached back around behind him and pulled out his pistol. He thrust it beneath the man’s chin and fired once. The Chinese man’s black hair puffed upward as though blown by a strong wind.

The Uzi fell from the man’s hand and Sam grabbed it before it hit the floor. A trio of similarly dressed Asians rounded the corner, but Sam was ready for them with the Uzi. He squeezed the trigger and motioned the gun gently from left to right, painting the general vicinity with gunfire. The men tumbled over on top of themselves and Sam decided that now was a good time to get going. He took off running down the hall and rounded the corner to take the stairs.

Something rushes past Sam’s face so fast that he can’t see it; so near that his beard stubble prickles with the phantom touch of bullets that are too close for comfort. Wall plaster explodes in a puff of dust against Sam’s cheek, coating it in white powder that looks likes flour. His natural instinct is to dodge away from the gunfire even though the projectiles have already missed; he leans back at the waist while twisting both hip and shoulder—his momentum goes out from beneath his feet. The woman in the red dress is standing ten steps below him with a snub-nose in her hand—the kind that fits snug in a garter.

He had stopped too quickly and leaned too far; Sam has a moment of vertigo at the height of the stairs

(Should have taken the elevator, Sammy-boy. Mind that last step, it’s a doozey!)

where it is all too easy to imagine his body lying across that last step, crumpled and broken. Sam knows that he is going to fall—he is falling—there is nothing he can do to keep from tumbling backward as his momentum carries him forward.

And so he doesn’t fight it. He falls and his back slams against the rail. Laying against the railing for support, Sam’s back slides along the staircase while his legs high-step their way down. The gunfire continues—it had never stopped—but everyone was aiming at where he had been standing. With a gun in each hand, Sam stretches out his arms.

The left index holds the Uzi’s trigger down—it sprays bullets generously—while the right squeezes the 1911 in time to a rhythmic beat so that it discharges to the pace of an up-tempo metronome. Wood bursts into splintering fragments all around him, the sound of ricochets ring in Sam’s ears.

The Chinese woman’s body jerks with each gunshot so that she appears to be doing some strange, epileptic dance. Her red dress turns a darker hue and she teeters backward on her heel, tumbling backward with the gravitas of a falling oak tree. She bounces down the stairs like a ragdoll, bowling over the person next in line and setting off a domino reaction.

A man spills over the edge and holds his arms out, flapping them as though he might fly. Wind ripples along the fabric of his expensive pants and his tie hovers before his face, defying gravity. But he and his tie only defy gravity for so long before he splatters against the ground the crunch of snapping bones, the front of his skull flat and caved in with his body and limbs twisted in a shape that looks like a pretzel.

Most of the others die in a less spectacular way—clutching the wounds in their chest and simply sagging to one side or the other—but one gentleman in particular followed after his swan-diving compatriot, except he landed neck first on the rung of rails two stories below, ping-ponging back in forth head over heels until he too joined the pile of bodies at the bottom.

Sam never stops squeezing the triggers—not even after the Uzi has jammed and the 1911 is spent. He has both guns in a death grip, and by the time he gets to the bottom his legs are numb and there is a dull ache in his back. He just lays there, sprawled out on the rail with his guns pointed out before him. A sliver of blue smoke seeps out of both barrels, smelling like gunpowder and lead.

“Christ!” He said, slumping to the floor. He viewed the unreliable Uzi and his old standby with a dubious expression, twisting them this way and that.

“I need to get a bigger gun,” He said, only to be interrupted by a new squad of goon-replacements that came bursting through the door. Only these were wearing SWAT style body armor and he was out of ammo. Sam dropped his guns and lifted his hands into the air. The police pointed their hardware at him with a single loud, synchronized hammer cock.

Sam said, “If you surrender now, I’ll see what I can do about getting my partner to take it easy on you.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Natasha toyed with the zippo lighter in her left hand, while peering out of the shutter blinds at the passing traffic. For now it seemed that the immediate danger of being detected by the corporation had passed. The Russian lowered her head a touch, releasing the blind from the pinch of her fingers. This would be the last place they would think to look, right? I mean, the district was more famous for its egg fu young, than a runaway agent. Taking a step away from the window, Natasha pulled out a drawer from one of the uncovered pieces of furniture – a bureau. Inside, a packet of cigarettes, that wasn’t water damaged. She moved to tuck the packet into the pocket of her jacket, when her new companion had an attack of the munchies.

“Look, I’m going to go downstairs and get us something to eat. I have a few questions for you, too. We can talk over Chinese.”

Just as Sam turned to leave, Natasha blurted with a disgruntled expression; ”I hatez chineze.” But it went unheard, as outside the apartment, someone was coming up to greet them. It was then she heard it. The electric sound of gunfire, and not just single shot weapons, one of them sounded like a Uzi. Who the hell did this Sam piss off? The Russian didn’t wait around to find out the answer. Tearing down the blind which landed on the floor bent and broken, she snapped the lock on the sliding window panel and slid it back. Leaping out the window onto the fire escape, she could see the red glow of gunfire, as Sam went on the offensive. The sounds changing momentarily, before the rat-a-tat started once again in earnest. Was he taking on the triad in one sad rundown Chinese restaurant. This couldn’t be happening, not just after what happened in the club. The Russian wasn’t stupid, she knew that this was going to attract a lot of attention and possibly get them both taken in. She didn’t doubt for a second his prowess with firearms, but the odds were stacked, and it wasn’t looking pretty.

Inhaling sharply through gritted teeth, as she flicked at the zippo lighter, she spotted something that suddenly made her bare a malicious grin. The gaudy fluorescent lights that were on the warehouse across the street happened to be that of the Lucky Dragon Fireworks Factory. A silver fleck was set off in the Russian’s irises, a reflection from the steel construct of the Factory.

”Perfectz.”

What was going through the Russian’s mind you might ask? Well, let’s just say that the fourth of july was going to have nothing on this. As she was about to reach for a clothesline rope that ran between buildings, and was on a downward angle to the house across the street, that was when she spotted the oncoming of SWAT team trucks. Great, it was the Calvary. This meant she didn’t have a hell of a lot of time. Sam sounded to be mowing down the Chinese like it was barrel shooting game, but he couldn’t hold on in there forever.

Gripping the rope, she sailed down between the two buildings, and over the top of the SWAT team truck undetected. Landing on the balcony on the other side of the road, she climbed up to the roof, and then made a run across, the dark of night creating a cloak for her movements. One of the top wind air vents was rusted on the Fireworks factory, and Natasha gripped the sides of it, teetering it back and forth until it snapped free. She set it down to her right, then gazed through the gaping hole. This factory was loaded. Every kind of firework and rocket imaginable, as well as drums of gunpowder, explosive charges. It was every kid’s dream, and right now, it was going to be Sam’s salvation.

Natasha dropped down through the air vent hole, and onto a top walk way, where she could see a lot better inside the factory. There was a truck filled with a load of fireworks parked just inside the roller door. Running down the metal framed gangplank, she took the stairs and slid down till reaching the bottom. The truck just so happened to have the keys in the ignition. Another lucky moment for sure. Time was now going to be critical, as the Russian set her plan into action. She picked up a small drum of gunpowder, punching a hole into it and then resting it on the back of the truck, after making a long line that led to the major holding of fireworks. That done she went to the roller door, and pressed the button for the roller door to open. Running back, she got into the truck – starting her up, she put it in gear, and jumped out of it as it started to slowly move on its own as she had placed a wheel lock brick on the gas. The truck was heading right for the SWAT team van, as the Russian raced across the road, only to come in behind the SWAT team, that were all armed and pointed at the man known as Sam.

“If you surrender now, I’ll see what I can do about getting my partner to take it easy on you.”

As they would turn around, the fireworks truck hits the SWAT team van, and there is a few seconds pause as a fuel line breaks under the truck. Fuel is pouring out under the vehicle as Natasha lights a cigarette.

”I never takez prizonerz.”

She flicks the cigarette back at the truck and that was when it the fuel caught fire, the fire tearing along to the falling gunpowder that was still pouring from the back of the truck. No doubt the severity of what was about to happen, was not lost on the SWAT team who were now all running for their lives as China town was about to have its biggest bang of the year.

~KABOOM!~

In behind Natasha, it was like a massive array of fire and explosions – massive rockets going off, the truck and the SWAT van being blown sky high by the force of the fireworks pay load that was on the delivery truck. Natasha ran through the Chinese shop, leaping over bodies as she reached for her companion’s hand.

”NO TIMEZ…RUN!”

She had never been more serious in her life.

The fireworks factory then erupted in a blast that was akin to a small nuclear explosion, with radiant colours filling the night sky. The ground shook and tremored from the blasts, that continued to go off without stopping. Townspeople and pedestrians were blown off their feet, windows were blown out of cars, and alarms were going off at a dizzying rate.

It was apocalyptic.

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A Page in Time

Chapter One

Going Home

Writers
CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a

~Journal of Nadia Chronis~
4th February, 2014
CharlotteCarrendar: – ~Looking out my window of my Mother’s home, I see the same boring weather that London is famous for. Grey clouds and drab skies. How I crave the warmth of a summer’s day. I still remember the early days of my childhood, spending the summers at my father’s villa. Seems like a lifetime ago. It was the only time my mother would allow me to visit, course that was before she shipped me off to boarding school and married her Ski instructor; Raul. It was at that time that I lost contact with my Father. Word from Mother was that he was off on another expedition to Antarctica. Did he ever stay in one place more than six months? I remember asking Mother, what on earth it was in Antarctica that he hoped to find. She was dismissive of course, believing that my Father’s love for adventure and archaeology was what ended their marriage. I think it was because she was sleeping with his best friend behind his back. Such a sordid tale – but true. Now school is but a distant memory for me, as I have started working in a promising new law firm. The years of study had paid off finally, and whilst I decided to take a room at my Mother’s house while she was off in Switzerland, I hope to soon have an apartment of my own. I have been looking, but everything is either way too modern, or in need of a bulldozer for all the wood rot and termite damage. I have the day’s paper so I plan to hunt more houses soon. Fingers crossed. ~

A light ringing of the door bell, had Nadia sit up from where she had just finished writing in her journal. Closing the book and setting it on her nightstand, she padded out of her room and down the long flight of stairs. In the door window, Nadia could see the outline of what looked to be a courier. Nadia opened the locks and then swung the door open, to see a gentle looking man wearing blue suit and cap. He gave Nadia a light bow, then handed her a yellow envelope. “Special delivery Miss. If you could sign please.” Formality for a simple letter? Nadia furrowed her brow, then shrugged, as she took the clip board and signed it, before then being given the letter. Thanking the delivery man, she closed the door, and started to walk back down the hall, slowly tearing open the letter. The first few lines…had her stop dead in her tracks.

“Miss Chronis, it is with regret I must inform you of the death of your Father, Con Chronis. I have included instructions as well as a plane ticket for you to come to Greece and be read your father’s last will and testament. Signed, Mr L. Galanos, Chronis family Solicitor.”

Nadia’s eyes started to fill with tears, as she slowly sank to the floor and wept.

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After getting over the initial shock of the death of her father, Nadia knew that she would have to call into her law firm and get emergency leave. Her secretary Miss Carson was more than understanding; delaying and in some cases, handing Nadia’s work load off to her partners, rather than have the clients waiting. It would take a good day before Nadia would be ready to leave for Rhodes, the island on which her father had lived. Nadia telephoned her mother of course, and also had to send her mother’s dog Rufus to the local boarding kennel, as well as stop mail services for a time. In her heart however, she was feeling truly broken. The young lawyer had no idea of the state of his health, or even how he came to pass on. No doubt there would be his family over there to explain everything to her, but it pained her to think he may have died alone.

The flight over to Rhodes was a fairly smooth one, though Nadia had packed lightly, and only taken her lap top, cell and purse on board the flight. Two suitcases were in the cargo hold. She did rush her packing, but it was not like this was going to be a holiday or pleasure cruise. She was going to deal with her father’s estate and then return to London; at least that was what she thought. Little did she know what was waiting for her.

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IceTe3a: Feet resting on the headrest in front of him slightly disturbing the passenger in front of Dante, but they’d never complain about it after seeing Dante with their own eyes, he gave off a quite scary feel or so he has been told; he was leaned back into his own chair on the plane resting the entire flight. Dante was heading back to Rhodes Greece, this would be the first time he had been back into his birth country in years but the loss of no adventure around for him for the past 3 weeks forced him to return. Of course his family had all but moved on by now as he lost all contact with them which he never really minded was for the best since he could never stay in one place for too long. Some background noise could be heard but he had his earphones in playing his tunes in his sleep loudly currently on the ipad was Laugh I nearly died by the rolling stones, one of his favourites as it basically summed up his life into one song. “Sir… Sir..” his arm was moving as harshly his earplugs were pulled out of his ears “SIR, you need to get your feet off of the passengers chair and sit upright we are trying to land and can’t whilst your seatbelt is on” the upset words of the flight stewardess rung in his ears, his eyelids open slowly allowing his piercing green eyes to glare into the young stewardess’s eyes, giving a simple nod his thick black leather combat boots hit the floor with a thud, pulling his char upright he glanced at the young lady “What..” he said in a low tone as she gave a huff “Honestly it’s a wonder you can look after yourself!!! You’ve held us up at least 20 minutes” she bent down and did his seatbelt up pulling on it tight as he shifted his weight “Careful with the goods love” he said with a half cocked smirk, she rolled her eyes as she wondered off. A few minutes passed as they landed, with a light sigh he finally got off the plane with a stretch and a salute to his home land “Home sweet home” he said as he wondered off to pick up his luggage ignoring the judgmental eyes of the other passengers obviously pissed off about him holding them up. Grabbing his suitcase he walks down the hallway only to have a hand stop him in place “Sir may we check your baggage and your persons?” It was two security guards, lifting his suitcase up with one arm he threw it into the first security guards arms sending him back a bit with a stumble. “Against the wall sir” as he complied knowing what came next he stretched out as they padded him down, finding a 9 inch bowie knife strapped to his waist which was hidden under his leather brown jacket, a Rope, a rugged and torn bag with tools and survival gear, his Passport among other. “Sir what are all these for? And did you declare your knife when travelling to visit; we may have to confiscate it? We understand you’re a tourist sir” Dante turned on his heel gripping the 5’9 slightly obese security guard by the shirt and picking him off the floor “You’re going to do what now Malaka? (Dick Head)” he said in a deep threatening voice as the second security guard was glancing over his passport, “I need my knife, for personal reasons. Wilderness survival” he had forgotten he had a slip stating customs allowed him to carry his knife for that exact reason it was located in the passport as the second security guard packed everything up and placed it next to Dante “Everything is in order here sir, Welcome home” Dante placed the security guard down, grabbing his gear he noticed that a bunch of people had walked passed him at this point, some even stopped down the hallway to see what was going on. Grabbing his suitcase he walked off from them “I’ll be at the main pub. I’m an adventurer I’ll find adventure there hopefully” he smirked as he walked out of the airport and took a cab to the local pub.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Nadia dressed conservatively for the flight. In a snappy charcoal grey suit with silken shirt beneath, a knee length skirt and dark grey pumps. She wore dark tinted shades and had her hair pulled back into a tight pony tail with only the lightest of makeup and jewellery. Beside her on the flight, she did encounter the roughest looking chap she had seen in a long time. He looked like he just emerged from the Jungles of Borneo and boarded the plane to Greece. Tanned, scarred and with heavy set boots, that he had pushed up against the seat in front of him. The looks back from the passengers in the next row showed that they held nothing but contempt for the man, who was wired with his iPod and enjoying some music, that she was actually able to hear. Nadia shook her head and then went to looking out the window down at the blue of the ocean far below, and her upcoming destination. Rhodes. The instructions that came with the letter said that her father’s man servant; Giles would be waiting to pick her up from the airport to drive her back to her Father’s estate. She wondered if she would still recognize Giles after having not seen him for nearly 12 years. She always thought he was old when she was little. Now, he should be ready for retirement. Maybe this was his last job for the family. Either way, she was touched that he would be there for her. Soon the stewardess had to act, after the people in the seats in front of her had complained. He made a bit of a fuss, then was very cheeky about having his seat belt refitted over his junk. Nadia tucked her bag back under her seat and held on tight to the arm rest, as the plane came into land. :: At the terminal, Nadia stood watching for her Gucci luggage, that was specially labelled to come around the baggage area. Seeing the bearded man swagger past and then get pulled up by customs, she had to chuckle. “I wonder what they find in his luggage.” She mused to herself, finally seeing her bags. She loaded them onto a trolley, and went to wheel her bags outside to where she hoped Giles would be waiting. Sadly, it was raining outside, and there were many cars lined up to pick up tourists and passengers, but no sign of Giles. She looked around hopefully, and then thought it might be quicker to take a taxi. Getting into one of the nearest ones, she tried to say where she wanted to go, but the driver either wasn’t paying attention, or didn’t understand her. Instead, he took her to the nearest pub.

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IceTe3a: Already been at the pub for awhile he had a few rounds as he caused a lot of trouble, two broken tables, 3 chairs and a busted window lay claim to his trouble making ways “You what mate?!” he said as he took another hit from a random man, he let that one slide as he let out a low growl his friend came from behind as Dante grabbed the rogue arm and tossed the man over his back to his front onto the floor the man’s back slamming against the floor as he let out a loud cry in pain, leaning down quickly he let the man’s face have a solid right hook, hearing the man’s nose shatter as he passed out; Dante then turned his attention to the last man who stood there in shock “What are you?” he said to Dante who just smirked as he leaned in giving a good one two jab landing right in the man’s face, blood splattered all across Dante’s face and chest, as he came to a stand both men laid before him on top of each other the manager was going to call the police if this hadn’t been sorted out soon, the manager looked pissed as Dante stood there all bloodied, not his own but from the two now unconscious men who laid on the floor before him. A group of 7 men grabbed Dante from behind “Right, time to leave” One of them said as they threw him head first out the pub door, he went flying in the air and landed face first belly down in the mud sliding slightly, he came to a stop as his chin rested on a pair of female shoes, his eyes looked at the shoes as he followed the legs up and there she was a female standing right in front of him as he laid on the muddy floor in the rain.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The cab driver was speaking at one hundred miles per hour whilst pointing at the pub that he was now parked in front of. Nadia was already slightly damp from waiting to get into the taxi, now he wanted to drop her off at the drinking establishment. “You don’t understand, I am trying to get to Bethesda. See?” She tried showing him the address on the envelope, but he was now demanding payment. Growling under her breath, she paid him the ridiculous amount of euros and got out of the cab, as he marched round the back and more or less hurled her luggage at her, before saying something colourful in Greek and driving off to his next fare. What was it with the people here? She thought to herself. Looking around Nadia was truly out of place. She went to get her luggage out of the mud, and then set them on an outside table of the pub. Inside, there appeared to be a brawl going on, by the raucous sounds of people being hit, furniture being broken and glasses smashing, along with a lot more swearing. The more Nadia thought of it, the more she was in a hurry to deal with her Father’s estate and get the hell off the island. Just then, her cell rang, and it was Giles. “Dear, why are you not at the airport?” His voice full of worry and concern. As she replied, people were being thrown past a window right behind her in the pub, with more glass smashing. “I’m…at…err…Niko’s Taverna…err…eek and there is fighting going on in there.” As soon as Giles heard this and the background noise he was quick to respond. “I be there in five minutes. You wait outside.” Course he hung up as she cried. “It’s raining.” Right then a sudden thump at her feet shocked her to the core. That man…that same man on the plane, was now lying at her feet, bloody and bruised. She stared down at him with her mouth open. “You!” What a way to meet up again. <3>

IceTe3a: *groans* “Ugh, those Puta’s are going to get it for that one” as he rolled onto his back the back of his head now resting on her feet as he had completely ignored her being there, the rain falling down on his bloodstained muddy body washing away the dirt as he opened his eyes once more to hear a “You!” he glanced up noticing a female gobsmacked and staring right at him, that’s when he realized he was laying on her feet. He’d be perfectly fine just laying there but not to cause any more trouble he rolled over next to her and came to a stand, towering over her as the tip of her head came up to his pecs. His shirt all torn and bloodied he still hadn’t addressed her as he ripped his shirt off and threw it in the mud, “Ugh my hat and jacket” he said as he glanced back into the pub his hand scratching his naturally formed six pack for a second before dropping to his side, his military tattoo’s showing on his body stating “USA Army Scout Sniper” with a sniper rifle pictured under it, and on his pec was a “Delta Squad SF” with a skull in crosshairs. “Im’a have to go back in and get my shit back”, finally he glanced down to the female still standing in front of him, so short and formal “What you looking at? Never seen an adventurer before?” he arched a brow as he looked around giving her a once over with his eyes he came to realize she wasn’t from Greece “Not from here huh, Tourist? Little girl’s should stick with the tour group” he said as he shoo’d her off with his hand waving at her, turning his back to her he took a couple of steps his heavy combat boots stomping in the mud, coming to a stand his head cocked backwards as he let the rain caress his bare skinned upper torso and face, enjoying the rain a lot he lost track of time.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Nadia didn’t know if she was shocked by what he said to her, this muddy and wet man before her, or if it was the way he looked as the rain washed away a lot of the muck on him. His shirt all torn revealing military tattoos as well as that washboard abs – she had to blink and focus for a moment, since when he went to stand, he was a hell of a lot taller than her. She actually had to close her mouth and then come up with a quick retort when he asked her what she was looking at, like she was perving on him (Which she was). “Course I have seen an adventurer before. My father was one, only…he didn’t get into bar fights.” Those were famous last words as a man with an umbrella came up behind Nadia and coughed. “Your father was constantly in fights, Miss. I know, I was often the one to drag him out of them.” Dressed smartly and barely a drop of rain on him, her late Father’s man servant Giles was smiling as he watched Nadia and the young adventurer trading words. “Giles!” Nadia said as she turned around, hugging the man, as he grimaced since she was wet. “A pleasure Miss, your car awaits to take you up to your father’s estate.” Finally she was going to be getting out of the rain, and hopefully into some dry clothes. Giles then spoke to the young adventurer who had just shooed Nadia for thinking she was lost from her tour group. “Do you need a lift to your hotel, Sir?” Clearly he saw something in the young man that reminded him of his former employer, Con Chronis. <3>

IceTe3a: He glanced back as she said she’d seen one before and in fact her father was one, arching a brow as his hand came to rest on his belt buckle, his thumb sliding down on the inside of his jeans “Is that so” he said as a man seemed to come from nowhere, a well dressed butler holding a umbrella, stating that her father had indeed gotten into fights “It’s the adventurer’s way to get into pub fights kiddo” he smiled agreeing with the man now known as Giles, he watched as the lady ran and hugged him, must have been a butler from her childhood either way she was from rich birth and hardly able to take care of herself or so he thought. The butler asked if he needed a lift to his hotel as he arched a brow, he had forgotten about booking a hotel room as a guy calls out his name “Dante” throwing him he brown leather jacket and brown hat, Dante catch’s them giving the guy a wave, ripping off his shirt, he was now fully bare-chested as he placed his hat on top of his head, sliding his jacket on he left it unbuttoned allowing his ‘washboard’ abbs to show with his ‘rock hard’ pecs “Actually, I don’t have a hotel I just flew in” rubbing his chin he smiled as he knew he’d rough it for the night something he’d do constantly and enjoyed immensely “Thanks for the offer, I’ll just rough it for the night find myself a nice dirt patch under a tree somewhere” he nodded as he glanced down to the female “You’d do well to stay within your kind’s area’s little Miss” he had copied Giles calling her miss but added Little in front in a teasing gesture, as he grabbed the tip of his adventure’s hat and tilted it up and down slightly in a gesture.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The man known as Giles actually found the young adventurer’s sense of humor to be quite funny, and chuckled at the way he was regarding Nadia. She truly was out of her element. Raised by nannies then boarding school at a young age. The times she came to Rhodes was when she was very little, probably too young to remember much. Nadia had to tear herself away from staring at the young Adventurer who introduced himself to Giles as Dante. Quite the name for such a rugged looking type. He mentioned he didn’t have a hotel to stay in, and that he just flew in from overseas. No set destination except maybe a nice dirt patch under a tree. The man servant thought about that for a moment, then said. “That patch is going to be ten inches of mud since this weather has set in. Why not come with us anyways. Miss Chronis has come to the island to deal with her late father’s affairs with the family solicitor. The estate is rather expansive, and a wonderful view of the harbour. Better than a mud hole.” Giles made it sound very tempting, while Nadia didn’t like the idea of the barbaric Dante sharing her father’s home. She gave him a gobsmacked look to which he placed a finger on her nose. “Your father always was generous to his fellow adventurers that came to Rhodes, I think this would be honouring his memory to help this young man out.” Grumbling, Nadia went to get her cases and head to the car, as Giles turned after her. “It’s only a short drive Dante, up to you.” <3>

IceTe3a: Standing there the rain caressing his tight muscles as the drops of water rolled down his body, his wet hair falling down around his face as he looked from the female to Giles, as Giles started to talk about the weather he knew the old man had a knowledge of the weather. Glancing up in the sky and back to the ground he had to agree with Giles assumption, he’d sink into a mud pit before he knew about it, this rain was set in although he didn’t mind the weather. He watched as Giles defended his choice to invite Dante to stay the night as they both walked off “Sounds interest, I could explore the grounds in the morning I suppose” he said as he tried to make everything into an adventure these days. Taking his long stride walks he caught up to the two in no time as he picked up his backpack with everything he needed with him in it, walking past the female’s he grabbed all her suitcases in one hand and threw it to lean on his shoulder as he walked towards their car “Where you want them Giles” he said as he came to walk next to the old man, obviously hitting it off with Giles was simple since the old man seemed to know a bit about being an adventurer and perhaps has some stories of his own. Either way this was going to be an interesting night, he was going to see how the other side lived and he knew he wouldn’t like it but it was somewhere he could get a good night’s sleep for once without having to be on guard, unlike out in the wild where he’s been awoken by critters of all kinds crawling upon his body.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Nadia was not enjoying this at all. She could feel the chill of her wet clothes now starting to get to her skin and her bottom lip had turned a strange shade of blue. Giles and Dante had hit it right off. This strange Neanderthal of a man now going back to her Father’s estate with them. She truly wondered if Giles had perhaps lost a bit of sense in his older years, but the truth was he was as sharp as ever. Gesturing for Nadia’s cases to be put in the trunk, he then opened a door for Dante to sit in the front, meaning Nadia would take the back. He was right about one thing. The trip from the Taverna to the estate was a fairly short one. It must have been years since Nadia had been to her father’s primary residence, and it looked exactly the same as she remembered from her child hood. The only difference was that her adored father was not going to be on the front steps to greet her. The house had 8 bedrooms, a large study and trophy room, as well as smaller rooms that he kept his antiquities in. On pulling up outside the main entrance, Nadia placed her hand up to the glass of the car window. She closed her eyes momentarily and played back in her mind that her father was standing there, his arms opened to her welcoming her back to Bethesda. She only snapped out of her day dream when Giles opened the car door. “Home sweet home Miss.” Stepping out, she went up the stairs slowly and opened the front door. Inside the foyer were massive statues, all of which were of the Greek Gods. Her father was one for Mythology and there was no inch of the house that didn’t show that fact. From paintings, to the various art and sculptures that lined the walls. Once upon a time she ran up and down the stairs here, and was told grand stories about her father’s travels and his tales of the Gods. All so fanciful. What she wouldn’t give to hear his voice again. To feel his arms pick her up and carry her on his shoulder out into the expansive grounds. Giles came in behind her and set down her cases. “Just as you remember?” He asked, knowing full well by the way she just stood there and stared, that it was. “What happened to him?” At this point, the man servant coughed, and then he said the most unexpected thing. “I wish I knew. The search was aborted some time ago. For all accounts he is dead. But….” He paused and this had her look at him oddly. “What do you mean?” Giles looked at her, never more serious in his life. “His last adventure….he simply vanished.” <3>

A Page in Time

Chapter Two

The Lost Journal

Writers
CharlotteCarrendar
IceTe3a 


IceTe3a: Dante placed the suitcases in the trunk of the car as he closed it shut, his wet hair flowing down his face freely as he watched Giles gesture for him to sit in the front, walking around to the open door he shook his head around like a dog splashing the water off it as he quickly ducked into the seat of the car closing the door behind him. They took off in a flash driving over to the more expensive side of Rhodes just out of the party district. Pulling up to a huge what Dante would call a mansion his eyes glanced around the rather large estate amazed at how much space one family needs to survive these days. Dante got out of the car and followed Giles and the lady from behind as she opened the front door Giles welcoming her home as he took a step into the main foyer noticing all the ancient artefacts displayed in the home statues of the Greek Gods lined the walls they were immaculate, he really enjoyed the Archaeology side of life as history was full of adventure and less depended on today’s technology now they were times to live in, he thought to himself. Various paintings and trinkets scattered around the place properly displayed, this was the house of a rich man and an adventurer –Whistles- “What a place, A bit too much spit and polish but love the artefacts” he said as he glanced over at the pair who were in conversation , scratching his head he could not help but overhear their conversation he walked up behind the young lady without noticing only inches of space apart as he once more towered over her, small drops of water sometimes fell off his body and onto her head as he looked directly over to Giles “So you think he’s dead huh?” he ruffled his hair as he knew most adventurers keep logs about their comings and goings. This man was sure to have a map room of where he planned his grand adventures, Dante would love to meet him one day and trade stories, and you say he’s lost? Where bout’s was he located last? Just because he’s disappeared doesn’t mean he’s dead, why I remember once I got lost in the Amazon for 6 months before finding my way out” he laughed aloud to himself. 

CharlotteCarrendar:- Nadia for a split second had even forgotten that Dante was with them and so when she turned her head to see the bedraggled adventurer dripping all over the floor, her face was a mixture of confusion and hurt. It is one thing to be told your father is dead via correspondence, but then to be told that he is presumed dead on arrival at her Father’s home quite another. Nadia didn’t know if she wanted to be sick, or go with the gut feeling that perhaps he was still alive. The question was where? The young lawyer had to ask. “Why would my father’s attorney tell me he was dead if there was a chance he wasn’t?” It was a fair question, and already Dante was weighing in with his two cents – also curious about this mystery. Giles stood silently for a time, feeling the pressure of having to explain Con Chronis’s last movements to his daughter. “Your Father had come across a shrine on the last archaeological dig actually here on this very island. As you know Rhodes is famous for its architecture and there was a rumour amongst a historical society that he attended of a mythical time piece. Related I believe to stories of the fabled city of Atlantis.” Giles cleared his throat as he continued. “One day, your father up and left the house taking with him only his dog “Samuel” and the pair headed off for the dig. I remember the morning well. He was in such good spirits. That was the last anyone saw of him. The island has been gone over many a time, till the police called off the search and your father’s attorney wanted to wrap up his affairs.” He knew that there was bound to be more questions. <3> 


IceTe3a: Dante scratched his head as he folded his arms and leant them on her head leaning his chin against his arms as he listened in, “They still digging up Rhodes eh?” he smiled as he looked down on what he was leaning against finding out it was the ladies head “Oh, hi didn’t see you there” as he glanced back at Giles “So he’s not dead, just missing by the sounds of it. There’s a lot more that could have happened sounds to me they just got over looking” he nodded as he came to a stand no longer leaning against the lady’s head as he glanced around thinking to himself, “Storm should be over by tomorrow I dare say. Giles, how long has it been since he disappeared exactly?” he knew anyone who called himself an adventurer could look after themselves in the wild so there was a chance he was still living and breathing, possibly hurt. Glancing down to the lady he wondered as to why she was even here? By the sounds of it she moved away from her father a long time ago “So what’s your story in this erm…” he said as he looked down to her 


CharlotteCarrendar: – Nadia was small, there was no doubt about that but Dante’s blatant disregard for her – using her head to lean on was a bit much even for her to take. She pulled out from under him, when he said he didn’t see her there. A likely story. The more he was around her the less she liked him. She shook her head a little and a spray of water drizzled to the floor. “Do you mind?” the young lawyer said with a discerning look. She had been trying to pay attention to Giles and the story of what actually happened to her father. It just didn’t make sense that they would simply give up on the search without some sort of proof to his demise. Even Dante’s response that the police got over looking gave her even more reason to believe there was more to this. Giles was quick to answer. “It was no secret that your father Con had rivals in the game. One such man by the name of Stanley Whittaker who used to study under your father was the hired consultant to put down that he believed your father was dead.” Now things were starting to appear murky, for the man servant knew a lot more than first thought. “He shares the same lawyer as your father also. So the moment it was announced the search called off, your father’s lawyer more or less jumped to have you brought here Nadia. Perhaps he thought you would merely sign off on your father’s estate and that Mr Whittaker could jump in and buy it at a bargain price. You have to understand much of what your father collected over the years is worth more than a King’s ransom. Not that they would have you believe it.” This was all starting to sound very suspicious, until Dante butted in again. He wanted to know her story and she shook her head, feeling that compared to her Father, she didn’t have one. “Dante, is it? I am fresh off the plane from London, wet….and just been told that my Father may well be alive. You want my story, well here it is.” She then tapped him on the chest with her pointy finger. “I’m a half Greek girl who plans to find out what happened to her father, in a country I know very little about.” <3> 



IceTe3a: It was true everyone basically gave up on the old man and pronounced him dead, this was an unfair call and he could see why she was upset as he looked over to Giles who was explaining the situation in more depth, “So this was more of a ploy to get at his collections and estate huh, sounds like someone might know something more than they are saying” Sounds like someone wanted the old adventurer gone so they could take over his worldly possessions without having to buy them at full price this included the estate. Dante was listening in as he arched a brow feeling the push of a single finger against his chest, he glanced down to find the young female telling him off how she’s half Greek and she wanted to find her father, who knew nothing about her home. “Right.” He grabbed her by the hips and picked her up with ease as he brought her to eye level “ How about you settle down, take a step back and breathe a little?” he smiled lightly as he placed her back on the floor “It is highly possible your father is still alive yes, As for not knowing Greece, That’s your fault for not knowing your homeland better, Look at me I’m an adventurer but I know all of Greece like the back of my hand” he glanced over at Giles and then back at the young female “What’s your name anyway? And I think you should get into a hot shower before you catch a cold, Giles how about we take a look at the old man’s map room if you don’t mind” he shrugs slightly “I don’t know, this is your call lady” he said nodding as he glanced back at her 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Giles for one was happy that the young Adventurer seemed to be clued in to what the man servant had suspected. People working against Con and may well have had a hand in his disappearance, or taking advantage of that fact. It was true, that Nadia had no idea about her Father’s life or world; due to being shut out from it by an absent mother who was more interested in her own pursuits. Nadia was denied the right to her heritage and this made her feel alien in a country that should well be in her blood. Dante wasn’t the kind of man to take a poke to the chest from a petite lady well, and for her efforts, he picked her up so that she was at eye level with him. It was most undignifying. The adventurer told her to stop and take a breather, but his actions only served to make her more annoyed. “You brute!” Giles had to side with Dante however, as she was starting to shiver badly from being wet from the storm. “Miss, why don’t you go and shower and I have your old room just the way you left it. The maid will take up your luggage and unpack your things.” Was she being dismissed? It certainly felt like it. “Ooooh!” she growled, before pulling on her wet jacket, and then huffing as she went off up the stairs, leaving Giles with Dante. “Why don’t I show you to Con’s map room, Sir.” Giles was polite as ever in the face of the young Nadia storming off. As they walked together, Giles said. “Her name is Nadia Chronis. She has not been to the island for 12 years, that was when her mother stopped access visits. Was not the girl’s fault. I believe she was sent to boarding school. Her father was distraught for years over this. But what could he do?” Leading them into the map room, it was clear that Con Chronis had travelled extensively across the world, and there were many book cases lined with journals, map books, canisters, artefacts and so much more, it would make a museum curator jizz his pants with excitement. Statues, weapons….so much here that Nadia may well not even appreciate, but Dante certainly would. <3> 


IceTe3a: He watched her as she called him a brute, this made Dante smirk as she was right he was quite uncivilized as they would say, he never thought he’d find himself in a place like this in a million years. He felt out of place as he watched Giles handle the lady with such grace, dismissing her to her room as she stormed off with a tantrum “Try not to get lost this time yeah?” he made the remark in kind to her appearing at the front of the pub somewhere where she defiantly was not supposed to end up. As he shook his head looking back at Giles “what’s her problem, to sheltered or something? Giles had offered to show him Con’s map room, as he followed Giles almost exited, Giles explained how Nadia had not been back for 12 years and her mother was the one who forced that. “Nadia huh, interesting name” he said as he continued to follow Giles “I can understand her position now, she had no choice but to grow up like that. Nothing a couple of years in the wild won’t fix” he smirked cheekily to himself as they finally reached the map room, which was decorated with artifacts, old leather bound books amongst other trinkets and rare items. As he glanced over the maps and notes of con he nodded “right right, I see” he said to himself “Well travelled con was” as he started to read what con had written it would take him all night “Giles could I trouble you for a Scotch and can I smoke in here? It’ll take all night, I’ll stay up and research” he said as he looked up at Giles his finger tapping on a point on the map. As he walked over to the fireplace, he helped himself as he started a fire to warm up the room “This sounds like an adventure, a bit of a mystery too” he said as he walked back to the notes and maps at Con’s desk, as he stood in front of the con’s large leather chair. 

CharlotteCarrrendar: – Nadia’s anger was understandable as she heard the throw away remark asking her not to get lost on her way to her room. She knew where it was..she thought. Coming to the top of the stairs, she did have to wonder for a moment which way, then realized it was right and turned almost too sharply. Dante was grating on her nerves, no matter how good looking he was. Huffing, she went down the passage, till finally reaching a room that had her name written on the door. For a moment, Nadia held her breath, and turning the knob it was almost like she was stepping back in time herself. The room was just the way it was the final time she stayed with her father. Pretty pink and blues, swirling butterfly patterns painted on the walls. Unicorns and other mythical creatures. A whole mural painted by her father and even signed with his name and her hand print. Nadia felt a lump catch in her throat as she sniffed. Recalling being a toddler when her father painted this room for her. All her toys, her books and games were left on the very shelves where she last remembered playing with them. The room was free of dust and smelt clean and fresh. He must have maintained this room so that it was ready for her return. Who would know that by the time she came back, she was all grown up. Mr Lumpy, her one eyed teddy bear that she took with her on her father’s adventures was sitting proudly upon her bedding – leaning against a small wall of coloured cushions. Nadia padded over and picked him up. Thread bare and with very little fur left he was a painful reminder of a childhood long since forgotten. Nadia brought the bear up to her face and inhaled his scent as she closed her eyes and cast her mind back to the final time she saw him…..and her Father. :: Giles stood in the doorway, watching Dante go over the many books and shelves that were in the map room, commenting that it would take him all night to do his research, but a glass of scotch and a smoke would be welcomed. “Of course Sir.” The man servant bowed and then left the room, only to return a short time later with a tray that contained a crystal canister of scotch, packet of cigarettes, a crystal glass with ice and a lighter. He set them down on the nearest table to where Dante had pulled up a leather chair to sit in. “Will that be all, Sir?” <3> 


IceTe3a: The map room was dark no lights were on as it should be, the roaring fireplace crackled cooking the wooden logs slowly letting off the most distinct smell of burning wood a smell that was most welcomed to Dante almost calming him into a zone, as the smoke raised through the chimney shoot and to the dark cold rainy night of the outside world. The heat of the room was a comfortable warmth as it caressed his body drying it along with his clothing and hat which he was still wearing it covered his face as he glanced down studying the notes; The cold from the outside barraging against the windows as did the heat from the room causing the window to fog up, the darkness of the room lit up by only the single light of the fire, casting shadows along the walls as they danced with the flame. Giles appeared back in the room with a bottle of scotch in a crystal canister, a pack of cigarettes and a crystal glass with ice and a lighter placing it down before him, the sudden extra person in the room brought Dante out of his zone as he glanced up at Giles “Please call me Dante, I’m not good with this whole butler thing. I prefer we thought of each other as friends” he came to smile as he poured himself a glass full of scotch keeping it straight and on a single rock. He brought the glass to his dry lips they yearned for the sweet taste of the scotch as he pressed the glass to his lips and took a sip. Placing the glass back down he took a cigarette out of the pack and lit it up, leaving it to slowly smoulder as it rested in-between his lips occasionally he would take a deep drag and blow the smoke out across the room whilst his hands and eyes were fixed upon the old scribbles of Con’s notes “Interesting theories he had, He’s looking for the lost temple of Zeus I believe” as he glanced up to Giles “Giles If I’m keeping you from anything, please feel free to leave and do what you must” he said before glancing back down to the notes and the map following the coordinates on the notes as he matched them to the old and stained map. The map itself had seen better days as it was torn and dirtied with pen marks across it with markings and courses amongst other things, Dante wasn’t completely sure as to what Con was looking for exactly, in con’s notes he noticed that he was searching for quite a lot of things, as he read one note in particular. ‘16th June – 2009, I have been trekking in the deepest parts of Greece’s mountains long has these trails seen foot or hide of mankind as no one comes this far out these days. It looks untouched by man for centauries nature in its original form. We found a waterfall today with a cooling pool at the base, there’s a cave system behind it just like the ones I used to walk in with my daughter Nadia . . . Dearest Nadia how I miss her so much, if only she was here to see this with me it would make it that more special, although I know in my heart she still thinks of me from time to time and that keeps me going in my older times.” Dante smiled lightly Con really loved his daughter, he placed the note on the side of the table as he was going to show it to Nadia when he could, glancing up to Giles “Giles perhaps you should check on Nadia, I think being home after so long may be a bit overwhelming for her.” He said as his face disappeared under the brim of his adventurer’s hat as he glanced back down at the notes reading them one by one. Thunder and lightning rolled over the estate as it crackled and whipped in the wind the sound echoing into the house and throughout the walls, it gave Dante’s body a light shiver he loved storms all kinds of storms, as it raged on outside, the warmth of the fireplace promised to keep them safe and comfortable. 

CharlotteCarrendar: The maid entered Nadia’s room with the wet suitcases carrying them over to her closet, which still had racks of clothes that were for a child, not a woman. She spoke softly in Greek about how these clothes could be given to the poor, and Nadia could only nod in agreement. So many years had gone by since they were worn, but still had so much life in them. As the maid started to unpack Nadia’s suitcases, Nadia reached in for a nightie and robe as well as changes of smalls and her makeup bag. “I’m going to take a shower” she said softly, while the maid obliged her. A last look at her childhood clothes on the racks, she padded towards her bathroom. Outside, a storm was raging. Thunder and lightning swelled amongst the dark clouds blacking out the moon’s light. A change was in the air, that was for certain. The lights in the bathroom flickered and for a moment Nadia thought she saw a strange haunting shadow upon the wall that had her cry out. She clutched her chest a moment, before the lights came back on and she tried to regain her composure. ~Get a grip, Nadia~ she thought to herself, as she turned on the shower and removed the last of her wet travelling clothes. There is no such thing as ghosts..right? Standing under the heated spray of the water, she let it beat down on her head – a hand pressed to the cool tiles as she went over in her mind all that Giles had said about her father, the man that was her father’s rival and of course the wayward adventurer that was now enjoying her father’s scotch no doubt. Turning off the faucet, she stepped out of the shower, drips of water trailing down her petite form as she reached for a towel to dry herself with. She squeezed the excess water out of her hair, and then dressed in the silk nightie in white, drawing the matching robe on, before stepping out into her bedroom again. Candles had been lit in her room in the thought that if they did lose power, that she would be able to find her way to bed. Nadia though was not sleepy. She wanted to go and find Giles and speak to him more about her father, her need to find out if there was a chance he was alive overwhelming. As she descended the stairs, a window burst open with a loud crack of lightning smashing into the ground not far from the house. The loud earth shattering rumble of thunder followed with Nadia illuminated by the lighting strike. Fine white curtains billowed as the wind blew them about. Nadia shrieked and ran the last few steps down the stairs before running for her father’s den. “GILES!” she screamed, before skidding past her father’s den only to see Giles and Dante seated in the map room – the fire burning brightly. Nadia coughed and appeared embarrassed. “I hate storms.” She said, the child in her becoming apparent. Giles chuckled, for she used to do the same thing when she was a little girl. Running for her father when the storms whipped up as bad as the one tonight. He gestured for her to come in, and she did so. The fire light only made her look all the more demure in the sheer robe and nightie.

Giles turned to Dante and said. “And she came to me.” He didn’t need to go find her after all. “Dante, after a life of service, it is hard for one to change his spots so to speak. You are not keeping me from anything. “ He then asked Nadia. “How about a hot cocoa?” Nadia sat down on one of the leather chairs opposite Dante and simply nodded, as she wrapped her arms around herself, still cold from just getting out of the shower 

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IceTe3a: He was in deep concentration the storm raging on harshly behind him as one could see the flash of thunder and lightning through the windows behind him, mumbling the words he was reading under his breath he arched a brow “Interesting” he would say as he flipped through a book to confirm what the notes said. Taking a drag from his cigarette he blew the smoke outward as it danced lingering in the air of the room creating shapes that were different to each person’s eyes. “He was onto something by the looks of things… but what” he’d pop in and out of it randomly at times stating something before going quite once more. A shriek came from outside as Nadia came racing into the room, Giles chuckling at the situation as she had stated she hated storms, he registered that she was in the room and was listening to what they were saying but he was deep in thought and study of the information before him. Giles stating that he was too used to his ways of life although he appreciated the gesture Dante had given him, Dante was not about to force Giles to not call him sir if that’s what he preferred to say that’s to each man to make up his own choice. Giles walked out of the room after offering to go make Nadia a hot cocoa leaving the two in the room. Coming out of his zone once more “Smart man” he said as he glanced over to Nadia who was curled up in a ball across the office desk on a leather chair, she was cold and shivering as he shook his head, ‘This woman would not last a hour out in the wild’ he thought to himself. “Here” he said as her grabbed her arms and wrapped them around the inside of his coat pulling her in so her skin was touching the warmth of his skin, his brown thick leather trench coat naturally flowed around wrapping around them as he picked her up, walking around to where he was originally he sat down on the chair allowing her to sit on his knees whilst she was pressed, arms wrapped around his bare warm chest. He naturally knew how to survive in the wild and how to make people warm up, sharing body heat was the best way to do so, as he continued to read the notes and flick through a book to match them up. His cigarette half done as it rested in his mouth, his left hand grabbed the note he read from Con talking Nadia in it, he wanted her to see how her father still thought about her. “There are many more like this one” as he passed it to her. His eyes flicking from word to word note to note and to a book occasionally to search for a reference as he kept to himself, the entire time whilst working around Nadia warming up from his body heat, taking a sip from his scotch glass from time to time amongst taking a drag from his smoke. The storm was at its fullest the wind bashing up against the windows as the thunder and lightning got heavier along with the rain “Storms almost over” he said as he knew when it got to its heaviest that was basically it giving its final shot before dying away leaving a beautiful night sky, this happened often to him. He could feel her skin slowly reaching the same temperature as his as she finally stopped shivering, “Not so bad huh” he stated half minded as he continued to read through the notes “Your father had a lot of adventures he wanted to peruse and even more ideals he thought was ready to be discovered, but nothing here states anything recent and why would he up and leave.. all this adventure when he was on the right path for most of them…” he glanced down to her as she was still sitting there stealing his heat before he went back to work “Must have found something a lot bigger than these adventure’s I’d love to find out what it was” he said before going silent. 

CharlotteCarrendar: – One of the many things Nadia’s father did when she was frightened by the storms that sometimes raged on the blistering hill was to hold her in his arms with her seated on his lap and read to her to keep her mind free from the ferocity of the rains and thunder that rocked the house. The only difference between the past and that moment in the map room was that Dante was almost assuming her father’s place. She was too stunned at first when he swept her up in his coat and then sat her back down with him – using his own body heat to help warm her cool flesh. Nadia was about to protest, when Dante revealed what he had found. Notes…many notes about how much Con missed his daughter. Her eyes fell upon the yellowed papers, her brow creasing as she scanned over the words that flowed from her father’s heart. How she missed him. All those years kept apart by her mother in some way of trying to hurt her father, but in turn hurting them both. Dante’s smoke floated about them, and this reminded her even more of her father. It was the same brand of cigarettes on the silver tray Giles had brought in that were from her father’s own den. Nadia stopped shivering as she subconsciously felt a calm sweep her. The familiarity of the room, the smells and now being comforted by the adventurer, though he probably didn’t know that he was doing it. Dante commented on how her father had many adventures he wanted to go on, plans and notes for such but nothing that indicated what it was that made him leave the day he vanished. Where would such information be? Perhaps he had found something a lot bigger, or he was led to a place where he was unable to return from. So many questions still unanswered. While all the books that Dante had found so far being familiar there was one missing. Her father’s private journal. When Giles re entered the map room and saw the young heiress sitting curled up with the adventurer he couldn’t help but smile. Fancy Dante being able to tame the girl so fast. Amazing. He set down the cocoa in Nadia’s reach, as Nadia asked the question. “Have you seen my father’s journal?” He would have known what she meant and he then pointed to the picture on the wall of Zeus. “it should be in the safe.” There was a very good reason for it being there, and thankfully the solicitor hadn’t been able to open it. Giles took a small piece of paper out from his coat and handed it to Nadia. “The combination.” Good to know someone was on her side. She looked back at Dante and said. “Ever opened a safe?” <3>