Sontlux

Winter musings of the new Lady Kemena Maxtentius, Baroness of Baione

Submitted by Kara on January 13, 2009 - 7:18pm

So much changing. Yet through it all my wonderful Aurelius. Though he is not here as often as either of us would like. Yet that we knew... that he would always have contracts taking him far from Poitain at times. And since he was ennobled by the King for all the services that Invicta have rendered the throne, his responsibilities have grown.

Sturmgarde is gone, swept away in the tide of the White Hand rushing down from the Eiglophians. All that scouting at least meant we were able to get everyone to safety and warn our friends beforehand as well. Perhaps the King's advisors will send word for us to rebuild, though currently we do have these Zingaran bandits becoming more and more troublesome, along with those redundant mercenaries camping on the borders of Baione.

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A home at last

Submitted by Tartarus on October 29, 2008 - 10:17pm

I followed Lord Amunsol on a borrowed mount and blind-folded.  He did not want me to know exactly where the Blade Fortress was hidden.  Once we had arrived and the gate secured behind us my blindfold removed.  Amunsol spoke with the captain of the guard and pointed to me.  The captain approached and without word merely glanced at me from the ground up then strode off with his patrol.  I stepped towards Amunsol.  "What was that all about Lord?"  "I wanted him to know who you were, you are welcome here and will be protected by them while you stay here."  Lord Amunsol said with no emotion.

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Daughter of the Old Serpent

Submitted by Neverlin on October 24, 2008 - 9:57am

 “…..The Daughter of the Old Serpent……”

Neverlin leaned heavily against the tall marble pillar as he mentally dissected this peculiar appellation.  His mind raced through the convoluted chronology of the prophecy, tracing and retracing the linkage of thousands of key events of the past, present and future.  This exact term appeared in two hundred and eighty three other passages, but its meaning remained elusive to Neverlin.  His finger unconsciously trailed down the small scar on his left cheek as he pondered the six words in the flickering torchlight.  Unexpectedly, his eyes went wide with comprehension as an epiphany struck him like lightning.  His heart nearly burst with excitement as the tricky line of prophecy seemed to unraveled and became clear.  The moment proved fleeting however.  Exhaling slowly, he shook his mane of long blond hair in renewed disappointment. 

No, too obvious he thought.

 

WAR comes to Kemena, part 2

Submitted by Kara on October 9, 2008 - 1:45pm

The man strides angrily past the many guards of the sweltering compound into a burnt-red chamber of the fortress half as old as time. It is time for her to be given another dose but right now he needs her awake and at least partly able to talk. He lifts the slight body of the young woman in blue, growling into her face as her fugged mind and eyes try to focus on his mohawk.
I have something I need you to do woman.
Blinking and mumbling, the only clear words she gets out are Rel.
Oh, you're about to talk to him, my dear. He slaps her hard across the face. Dagger point under her chin to quell her struggles.

-sharp-

WAR comes to Kemena, part 1

Submitted by Kara on October 5, 2008 - 10:12am

Kemena sped to Keshatta.
She used the Swift Path, leaving behind family, Kyzafi and Zhorr as they slept exhausted after the long successful struggle against the bandit Atzel. As usual, the others had shielded her from the fighting as she prayed and healed, so now she was the only one of Command that was awake. The transition from frosty ice to gritty sand was unsettling but Invicta had been fighting for hours by the side of the Kings Guard in the heat here and as an officer it was up to her to quell her fears of night-haunted Stygia.

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WAR: Neverlin's Terms

Submitted by Neverlin on October 4, 2008 - 1:15pm

 

Neverlin’s horse took one last burning breath, and then died of exhaustion. 

The cherry-black steed neighed pathetically in death throes as it tripped over its own legs and began crumpling in a heap at the foot of the red brick fortress.  As the corpse of his warhorse collapsed, Neverlin leaped from its saddle like a panther and alighted nimbly on the blood stained granite steps leading up to one of the many undisclosed lairs of Nox Eternus.  Without braking stride, he landed and stalked coolly up the long familiar staircase.   

Kidnapping of Kemena

Submitted by Mandisa on September 29, 2008 - 7:34pm

The following is the account of Brotherhood's actions in their aiding the most dear ally Nox Eternus, as recorded by Mandisa, the priestess of Set.
 ((took place on Friday night, Sep.26th))

'Halt!'
 The cry echoed from the surrounding walls. Two women stopped, finding themselves surrounded. Kemena tried to run for it, but - 'Cobra Stare!'. Her feet rooted to the ground, she swayed around dizzily. Yes, it is hard to resist that gaze..
 I snapped out of my reverie when Sontlux shouted the order to get the emblem. Emblem? Everything was happening so fast, I haven't even had a chance to get a good look at it. The path to the boats was clear and we took off. The plan was to take the woman to the island of the dead, Pashtun. No doubt Lord Neverlin had only to snap his fingers and the countless dead would bend their will to his, protecting the captives from any attempt of rescue.

A Tale Corrected...

Submitted by Wulfran on September 29, 2008 - 12:09pm

Laughter met the tale of the storyteller in the Green Man. Some of the guffaws were filled with genuine amusement but the loudest were filled with scorn. The laughter quickly died except for that coming from the red-haired northerner as we walked up to the storyteller, as the room anticipated trouble. He northerner looked imposing in his combination of furs and plate armour, his long hair was clean and pulled back, and his kit looked well maintained. His left hand held a tankard of ale and his right rested on his belt, a short distance away from the leather-bound hilt of his blade. The smile on his face stopped short of the hazel eyes that darted around the bar and then back to his prey. The man who'd been regaling his audience with tales of the bravery of the Order of the Blade paled and shrank back as the Cimmerian approached but the barbarian warrior merely patted him on the shoulder, lightly before speaking.

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Tale From the Back Line, A Necromancer's Account of the Battle of Tesso

Submitted by Neverlin on September 23, 2008 - 8:07pm

 

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Invicta at War!

Submitted by Aureleus on September 22, 2008 - 8:14am

Aurelius stepped into the alley, the door to the Green Man creaking quietly shut behind him.  He'd participated in many a war council in many a tavern, from the clouded rankness of the Salty Dog to an unnamed tavern, more a barn, in Brandoc Village.  He'd seen alliances come and go in his time as a mercenary commander and the Company he lead had fought for or against most of them.

But this war council had been different.  Throughout all the turmoil and strife of these last few months, the King's Guard of Poitain had always been the unlikeliest, yet the staunchest, of friends. 

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