The Massacre of the Martyrs | Artois, Alnya, Sanctified, Martyrs
Roleplayed by Yankee Samarai, Commando Chipmunk
Twenty minutes or so after the Weyr was destroyed.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020
Alnya run-flies with all her might down the hall to Artois' throne room, her heart pounding in her chest. She still wears the robes of the House of Danau, but they are torn and burnt. Her Martyr pin is still clasped on her shoulder. She bears no weapon and she pants heavily.
She ignores the guards, eyes wild and pushes into the doors to the room.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 The guards swing out to block her progress with their halberds "How dare you!" one begins to say, but the undisturbed nature of the Grand Master eases them. He looks up from the maps and correspondence on his desk, a slight bewilderment at seeing a living Viridian in his chamber. (She will notice first perhaps, or perhaps not because of her adrenaline, the change of color of their tunics)
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 Alnya crashes to her knees in a low bow, pressing her forehead to the floor. She is trying to repress her tears. Her voice is still strong, but on the verge of loss of control. "Grand Master Artois, I beg your forgiveness for this intrusion--please forgive me--but I come with greatest urgency." She rises slightly to look at him. "I--I--" Still in so much shock from everything she just experienced. "I fear...my people's land...I fear my brothers and sisters in arms-- I died, my lord." She stares. "I know not what it could be, this is impossible, nothing could make Canubala cwtch fall--" Realizes that she is babbling. "I only live because of a teleport stone I acquired out of the foolishness of an errand I feared I may not complete--" "I know you have no love for my people, my lord, but I beg you with all my being, I call on the Martyrs to come to our aid--The Order in Bergenstaat--they are close to the Northern Wastes--something terrible has happened."
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Rises easy, hand on hilt. "Yes, it has...I felt the tremor too."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 "Tremor," Alnya breathes. "There...was a tremor?" Her voice breaks.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "All of Ashnuw felt it."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She notices the color of his tunic.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "And will feel it again."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She looks confused. She blinked. "My...my lord..."
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Both guards put their spears into her shoulder at the wing joint. Artois: "The House of Pale will no longer be tolerated."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 Alnya lets out a sharp gasp, going taut. Her wing arced. She froze, as if everything in her stopped. She stared at Artois, not moving. "No," she uttered. The tears in her eyes began to spill down her cheeks. "Whatever they have said--" she gasped. "My lord--" "I swear my innocence." Staring harder at the blue tunics.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "There is no innocence in serving Evil. As any coward, you will beg for life at the end." Draws sword. "It has been too late for too long. You among only the first to receive Elyon's rectification." She hears gunshots, from outside. "You would never have joined me."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She stares at his Sanctified emblem and the sword. The words barely register as her pain grows. She gasps. "I have sworn my life to the Order of the Martyrs. It is yours to take." But even as she says the words, something inside her whirls, screaming. Something is wrong. The world is ending. Her people--they were dead. She died to die again. She stared at him, the gunshots registering. His words registering. "But...you are not..." Despite her dying, her eyes begin to brighten.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "No, a Martyr seeks death to gain. Elyon's sanctified have already triumphed. So perhaps your life is no longer mine to take...but it is surely Elyon's to damn." Guards push deeper.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 The pain intesifies, she can feel death. She begins to stumble forward, but at these words, all of her strength rages in her. Her eyes flash into fire. "You are no Martyr." She suddenly lunges forward, spears and all, fire exploding in the air before her at Artois' face. She roars, a very broken roar of rage.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Her strength takes the weapons out of the guards hands. Artois stares her down, drawing his pistol, and discharging it...her speed causes a misfire, away from her face, grazing the scales on her opposite shoulder..
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She blows the fire to Artois, everything within her propelling it. Her blood trailing on the stone floor. With a cry of agony she tears one of the spears free to send it smashing against Artois. Fire brims around them. Her clothes are Viridian spun and do not catch fire.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 The flames engulf around him, the Sans Tache Epee glowing in the light of flames. He shields his face with his arm, but must step out of the way. The flames burn upon his clothing*, and wither his hair, an inhuman hatred seething from him, absorbing the pain, and converting it into a power strike (cleave) aimed at her arm The guards draw swords, one hurries off for help
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 In her fading state, she takes the strike. It slices deep through her scales and she snarls, dropping the spear. Her movements slow, blood gushing and she snatches for Artois.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "Hrrk!" Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 "I--will--die--faithful--" she growled, "Traitor."
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "You will die deceived!" Slashes viciously, although not as powerfully at her.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She takes the cuts, the sword hits her scales, damaging them and drawing some blood. She pushes forward with all her might, and slams him against the wall with her good arm. She is panting heavily. "May Elyon have mercy on me," she choked. "May Elyon have mercy--" "How dare you," she snarls, her strength failing. She clutches him by the throat with all her might, preparing to burn again.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 More gunshots. Footsteps come down the hall, a troop of riflemen, they take aim, and volley at the beast, the Master safely obscured by her large form.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 The bullets embed deep within her. She gasps, her grip still frozen. Then it releases. She falls to her knees, the light in her eyes fading, she stares in shock.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Stares back, in condemnation. Healers rush to Artois, guards take Alnya's body and drag it away from him. "Scatter the body over the side, don't let it be buried with our former brethren." "Anything that serves Pale deserves no honor."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She still stares at him. Elyon have mercy...
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 The guards take her and drag her to the nearest window, placing her body on the sill.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 Her eyes go blank.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Artois approaches, with fierce burns (little hair) but now rejuvenated, takes a loaded pistol... places the barrel inches from her face... Pulls the trigger The body is allowed to fall out the window.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 The bullet shatters her. She falls.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Down in the courtyard below, she falls to where her brothers and sisters, dead, bleeding, lay strewn about. Brothers and Sisters of the Order, pledged to serve, pledged to die, and now dead, by the hands of those they trusted with their Martyrdom. The orange flag upon Navis Roche's castle is chopped from it's place, and the Sans Tache Epee unfurls in its place.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 A couple days later...a small bat comes and investigates the scene. It pauses over the remains of the bodies, taking the sight into consideration. Then looked up at the flag and ships, weapons and ranks of soldiers preparing to mobilize. It quickly turns and flew off the accursed place as fast as it could.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 The guards swing out to block her progress with their halberds "How dare you!" one begins to say, but the undisturbed nature of the Grand Master eases them. He looks up from the maps and correspondence on his desk, a slight bewilderment at seeing a living Viridian in his chamber. (She will notice first perhaps, or perhaps not because of her adrenaline, the change of color of their tunics)
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 Alnya crashes to her knees in a low bow, pressing her forehead to the floor. She is trying to repress her tears. Her voice is still strong, but on the verge of loss of control. "Grand Master Artois, I beg your forgiveness for this intrusion--please forgive me--but I come with greatest urgency." She rises slightly to look at him. "I--I--" Still in so much shock from everything she just experienced. "I fear...my people's land...I fear my brothers and sisters in arms-- I died, my lord." She stares. "I know not what it could be, this is impossible, nothing could make Canubala cwtch fall--" Realizes that she is babbling. "I only live because of a teleport stone I acquired out of the foolishness of an errand I feared I may not complete--" "I know you have no love for my people, my lord, but I beg you with all my being, I call on the Martyrs to come to our aid--The Order in Bergenstaat--they are close to the Northern Wastes--something terrible has happened."
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Rises easy, hand on hilt. "Yes, it has...I felt the tremor too."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 "Tremor," Alnya breathes. "There...was a tremor?" Her voice breaks.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "All of Ashnuw felt it."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She notices the color of his tunic.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "And will feel it again."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She looks confused. She blinked. "My...my lord..."
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Both guards put their spears into her shoulder at the wing joint. Artois: "The House of Pale will no longer be tolerated."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 Alnya lets out a sharp gasp, going taut. Her wing arced. She froze, as if everything in her stopped. She stared at Artois, not moving. "No," she uttered. The tears in her eyes began to spill down her cheeks. "Whatever they have said--" she gasped. "My lord--" "I swear my innocence." Staring harder at the blue tunics.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "There is no innocence in serving Evil. As any coward, you will beg for life at the end." Draws sword. "It has been too late for too long. You among only the first to receive Elyon's rectification." She hears gunshots, from outside. "You would never have joined me."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She stares at his Sanctified emblem and the sword. The words barely register as her pain grows. She gasps. "I have sworn my life to the Order of the Martyrs. It is yours to take." But even as she says the words, something inside her whirls, screaming. Something is wrong. The world is ending. Her people--they were dead. She died to die again. She stared at him, the gunshots registering. His words registering. "But...you are not..." Despite her dying, her eyes begin to brighten.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "No, a Martyr seeks death to gain. Elyon's sanctified have already triumphed. So perhaps your life is no longer mine to take...but it is surely Elyon's to damn." Guards push deeper.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 The pain intesifies, she can feel death. She begins to stumble forward, but at these words, all of her strength rages in her. Her eyes flash into fire. "You are no Martyr." She suddenly lunges forward, spears and all, fire exploding in the air before her at Artois' face. She roars, a very broken roar of rage.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Her strength takes the weapons out of the guards hands. Artois stares her down, drawing his pistol, and discharging it...her speed causes a misfire, away from her face, grazing the scales on her opposite shoulder..
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She blows the fire to Artois, everything within her propelling it. Her blood trailing on the stone floor. With a cry of agony she tears one of the spears free to send it smashing against Artois. Fire brims around them. Her clothes are Viridian spun and do not catch fire.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 The flames engulf around him, the Sans Tache Epee glowing in the light of flames. He shields his face with his arm, but must step out of the way. The flames burn upon his clothing*, and wither his hair, an inhuman hatred seething from him, absorbing the pain, and converting it into a power strike (cleave) aimed at her arm The guards draw swords, one hurries off for help
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 In her fading state, she takes the strike. It slices deep through her scales and she snarls, dropping the spear. Her movements slow, blood gushing and she snatches for Artois.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "Hrrk!" Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 "I--will--die--faithful--" she growled, "Traitor."
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 "You will die deceived!" Slashes viciously, although not as powerfully at her.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She takes the cuts, the sword hits her scales, damaging them and drawing some blood. She pushes forward with all her might, and slams him against the wall with her good arm. She is panting heavily. "May Elyon have mercy on me," she choked. "May Elyon have mercy--" "How dare you," she snarls, her strength failing. She clutches him by the throat with all her might, preparing to burn again.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 More gunshots. Footsteps come down the hall, a troop of riflemen, they take aim, and volley at the beast, the Master safely obscured by her large form.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 The bullets embed deep within her. She gasps, her grip still frozen. Then it releases. She falls to her knees, the light in her eyes fading, she stares in shock.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Stares back, in condemnation. Healers rush to Artois, guards take Alnya's body and drag it away from him. "Scatter the body over the side, don't let it be buried with our former brethren." "Anything that serves Pale deserves no honor."
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 She still stares at him. Elyon have mercy...
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 The guards take her and drag her to the nearest window, placing her body on the sill.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 Her eyes go blank.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Artois approaches, with fierce burns (little hair) but now rejuvenated, takes a loaded pistol... places the barrel inches from her face... Pulls the trigger The body is allowed to fall out the window.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 The bullet shatters her. She falls.
Yankee Samarai — 03/12/2020 Down in the courtyard below, she falls to where her brothers and sisters, dead, bleeding, lay strewn about. Brothers and Sisters of the Order, pledged to serve, pledged to die, and now dead, by the hands of those they trusted with their Martyrdom. The orange flag upon Navis Roche's castle is chopped from it's place, and the Sans Tache Epee unfurls in its place.
Commando Chipmunk — 03/12/2020 A couple days later...a small bat comes and investigates the scene. It pauses over the remains of the bodies, taking the sight into consideration. Then looked up at the flag and ships, weapons and ranks of soldiers preparing to mobilize. It quickly turns and flew off the accursed place as fast as it could.
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