Divine Legacy: Tales of Gwenivere
Mon, 02/24/2014 - 11:26
Welcome, dear reader, to the tales of Lady Gwenivere. Here you may provide me with supporting characters, and I will tell a short story about Gwen that includes those characters. Tell me as much or as little about them as you want, and I will take artistic liberties with anything you don't tell me about.
At some point, this may transform into a full-blown fanfiction, but I'm not prepared for that. Besides, I still haven't finished Reborn.
Let the tales begin!
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A certain angry young lady marched down the halls of the White Council, her shoes smacking the polished tile floor with every step. She marched up to a lovely wooden door decorated with elaborate golden designs and expensive crystal engravings, and instead of knocking as propriety demanded, she barged in and slapped a book onto the desk of a very surprised old man.
"Takiza, what is the meaning of this?" Gwen demanded. She crossed her arms and stared at him with a simmering anger that seemed like it could burst into flame at any moment. Takiza took one fleeting glance at the book, and had the good grace to look ashamed of himself. "Well, you see m'lady, I thought the public was owed an explanation of...how these things worked."
Gwen scowled. "It's a public relations disaster. Fix it." She stormed out of the room and slammed the door, leaving Takiza drowning in his own sweat. Takiza was a Prime Minister of sorts, charged with administration duties to assist the young Queen in her rule.
Yes, you heard right, Gwen was a Queen, and a very young one at that, much to her own consternation. She hadn't wanted the position at all; her adventurous spirit yearned to run free in the wilds and explore every inch of the mysterious lands beyond. But it wasn't to be. The former queen had stepped down in humiliation, leaving the image of the throne tarnished and disgraced in the eyes of the public.
The last thing Queen Gwenivere needed was another public relations disaster. That's why, when she finally exited Takiza's office, her anger still hadn't cooled off any. She stepped outside, leaned on the guardrail of the balcony overlooking the garden, and buried her head in her hands.
What is this "disaster" you've been hearing about?
Give me a character to work with, and you could find yourself written into the next story post!
Mon, 02/24/2014 - 14:12
#2
Completely Original, Not re-used Fiend Guy I adore.
((I love him too much to just be forgotten. Likewise feelings with Vargon, Truborn & Gallon).
Name: Zyrel the Muse.
*Gender: Male
*Life Stage: Young Adult (Devilite).
*Appearance:
Cobalt Blue skin, Sky Blue belly.
Wears a Black "Blues Brothers" style trilby & shades.
A snipe's feather in the hat's brim.
Has a small triangular, black beard & moustache.
Size of a normal Devilite, not Pit boss.
*Bio, personality, and other notes:
Zyrel was always destined for middle management, and devilish pyramid schemed hierachy, but never felt it was who he really wanted to be. His parents had worked from life to death, as had their parents and so on and so forth. He however didnt have the same mindset. It may have started with his looking different to others from his facial hair, or something else entirely. But this realisation all began when he was 1st sentenced to overtime. All his co-workers were furious at the request, but Zyrel? He just pent up the emotion, and kept working. This went on for a while, until he happened by a Gremlin patrol.
The group were sitting around a fire, laughing and resting, but one burner had something in particular that peaked his interest. An odd piece of equipment which made sound, but the sound it made was melodic and gave a nice rythmn. By the time Zyrel was out of its trance, the patrol had fallen asleep. He had to have it. Creeping the best he could, without his usual trumpet sounds that accompanied most of his movements sounding the alarm, he pilfered the instrument and made off, pleased trumpet noises sounding off into the dark distance.
A few hours everyday, in between excessive working, Zyrel tried to figure out the odd instrument. Slowly but surely, his skills with it grew, even if it were a tad unruly with his small stature. At 1st it started with a few simple chords. Then a melody was put together. Soon enough, he was plucking the odd instrument (which he later was found to be called an "Akoostik Gitar?". He just called it his Gitty). But these melodies were haphazard and had no real emotion. This wwas about to change when he brought Gitty into his work one day. He was assigned overtime yet again, and instead of usually shrugging off the emotion and shoving it down, he let it out. His eyes began to flame, and intead of developing a pitch fork, Gitty developed into an Archaic designed Guitar. No sooner had this transformation begun, than he rested his small arms onto the strings, and began to play the hard blues of his overworked soul. Co-workers and pitbosses all stared in awe at the sight of the little devilite strumming away the jazzy melody. Tapping of feet and clapping could be heard from some. After a few mins, his feelings subsided, and he transformed back into his plush, blue form, Gitty following suit and becoming its original basic shape. Stunned expressions subsided from the Pit-bosses as looks of disamusement were cast upon their faces as loud, monotone trumpets sounded in his direction. Zyrel's expression faded and became sullen, as he knew very well that particular tone.
"Fired".
Walking out, he began to strum the strings, slowly playing another beat. As he walked out with his head heavy, he began to transform again, from the guitar upward, to the rest of his body. The sounds of blues could be heard echoing across the level. And for once, Zyrel couldn't be happier.
Mon, 02/24/2014 - 14:37
#3
Heart of Valor.
A good read! Hope to see more soon!
Mon, 02/24/2014 - 16:00
#4
Replies
@Anonmouse: By the awesome creative powers vested in me, I hereby declare Osmond to be a Gremlin on the White Council.
@Edolas: Fitting non-speakers in here should be interesting. I'll try it.
@Valorai: Glad you like it! That helps. I was kinda doubtful myself.
Mon, 02/24/2014 - 18:00
#5
Hehe...
Name : Silivrenniel Stonekeep
Gender : Female
Life Stage : Young Adult
Appearance : Identical to that of Her Highness, though her cheeks could use some fattening, and an array of dubious tattoos rest around her neck. All light projected into the tattoos never reflect.
Personality : In another life, perhaps Vren would've been a great friend of Gwen, but such was not meant to be. As the head advisor and heiress to Snowkeep (after the Schizo Fantasy incident, which caused Stonekeep to be buried in a layer of ice) after her father, it's Vren's job to make sure that her father's actions doesn't get the kingdom slaughtered yet again by Gwen's forces. Because of that, she has an aversion to the White Council (ergo Gwenivere is the focal point of her hate), if not an aversion to any other being that stands outside of Snowkeep. She's a misandrist at her core, and even though she did once used to be in a relationship with another man from Agewood (now burned up in flames and renamed as Montañas de Fuego), his sudden disappearance has led her to be more distant with most other men.
Bio : Schizo Fantasy. Enough said.
Mon, 02/24/2014 - 19:08
#6
Here comes a app from me
Name: Xindis Rezulis-the dragon courtesan
Gender: Female
Race: Isorian + dragon hybrid
Age: 22
Appearance: Dangerous oni helm + radiant silver mail, sultry eyes, indigo personal colour. Dual wield valiance and grand flourish
Personality: Tomboy, awkward around men, fiesty, likes to pick fight with powerful enemies. Dislikes Gwen as the queen due to her young age, has a deep affection for the previous queen.
Bio:
Xindis was the child of an Isorian woman who fell in love with an exiled dragon, the love between them was forbidden and her father was killed before she is even born, her mother later died while trying to gave birth to her. After her birth, the old queen (preceeds Gwen) took pity on the half Isorian half dragon baby and kindly accepted her into the white council. She lived her childhood growing up to serve the old queen, and the old queen, who never had children in her life time, treated Xindis as if she is her own daughter. Soon enough, she become a powerful courtesan inside the council while acting as the old Queen's personal guard. Recieving trainning from the Queen's royal guards, Xindis soon find her talent in gun combat as well as swordsmanship, she managed to foil numerous assassination attempts as well as beating her former master, the guard captian, in one on one combat after he decided to start an uprising against the old queen.
Despite her hybrid bloodline, Xindis look fairly normal on the outside, indistinguishable from other Isorians. But during puberty, the dragon half of her started to develop and everywhere below her neck, dragon scales started to grow, she tried her best to conceal the scales but soon enough, she is frowned upon as the bastard child of a forbidden love. Xindis has always wanted to take over the throne for the old Queen, carrying on her legacy. But everything came crashing down when the queen stepped down. Without the old queen's support, her own influence in the court is reduced down to a mere courtier, and what makes her even angrier, is that the new queen is a little girl by the name of Gwenivere.
Xindis acts as Gwenivere's rival in the council as well as in her adventure, she is not a just any mere woman, while enraged, Xindis can fully awaken her inner dragon by transforming into an actual, flying, fire breathing dragon. Xindis is a big tomboy at her core and she is hopeless when it comes to men. Often scaring her dates away with just her 'normal' glare(they will start sprinting when she is using her 'enraged' glare), she often makes remarks about men being 'superficial' and 'phony' even though she always wanted some companionship. She is hated by both the dragons as well as the Isorians, often drawing unwanted attentions from either side and she would be forced to fight for herself. It is kinda up to Gwen, whether or not to eliminate this avenger, or accept her as a friend.
Mon, 02/24/2014 - 19:17
#7
An App :D
Name: Galahad
Gender: Male
Life Stage: Adult, 50-51 about
Appearance:
A medium/heavily build knight(somewhere between a warden and a regular knight).
His personal color is a dark blue, and he wears an Ironmight Plate Mail with a cool parrying blade and a Mercurian Demo Helm with a cool plume.
Under his helmet he has rough, slightly pale skin. He has a small pointed grey moustache and a small grey stubble on his chin. A small azure cloak is draped on his right shoulder bearing whatever her Highness' coat of arms is. One of his eyes is grey due to a wound he received in service.
Bio:
Galahad rose slowly amongst the ranks, his life being uneventful. Then, when he was finally called into action, his mission went horribly wrong. His entire team died and he was left alone to defend allies stationed there against enemy forces. Amazingly, he survived, but he was covered in so much blood his armor seemed to have turned red, lost an eye, and nearly broke his sanity. He was put into a mental institution for 5 years, and then he was released after being declared sane. His career went smoothly and he prospered. Then the former queen, when still in her prouder days, had picked him as a bodyguard for her family due to his skill in battle and merit. He remains the Royal Bodyguard to this day.
Mon, 02/24/2014 - 23:56
#8
Appo from me
Name: Krell
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark blue eyes, no facial hair,
Gear: Chaos set, Sentenza, Dark Briar Barrage, Dread Skelly Shield.
Personality: Shadows, can hide easily when shadows are present. Sneaky, a little fond of the occasional prank. Deathly calm in danger though, always searching for a way out.
Bio: Krell always found comfort in shadows, the darkness keeping him hidden. He used it to his advantage, teaching himself the way to stay unseen. You never know if he is in the room or not. Although, his self training cost a lot of combat training. Rather than fight, Krell would disappear, striking from the unknown, since his aim is'nt all that great he uses the Sentenza. The shadow is his main shield. His Dread Skelly is his second.
Tue, 02/25/2014 - 16:26
#9
The White Council Meets
Gwenivere sighed and straightened her dress. "Here goes nothing." She pushed open the double doors and stepped into the vast white hall. Excited voices discussing innumerable important subjects echoed through the room while seven serene individuals took their seats around the central stage. Gwen took her seat among them and rapped the gavel on the stand.
Silence fell over the room. "Welcome, and thank you all for your participation," Gwen began. "I'll get straight to the point. There are three items on today's agenda. Firstly, there is the matter of the Grapple Hook Thief. The device was designed by Osmond, one of our own members." Osmond coughed and motioned for Gwen to continue. "The thief has stolen a few valuable artifacts, including the much-vaunted Execution Blade, the Incorruptible Armor, and the Silver Bow. Since he failed to take the non-combat artifacts, we can only assume that he means to kill."
"Secondly, we still have to deal with Silivrenniel, Mistress of Snowkeep. She used to keep mostly to herself in times past, but has recently begun a campaign of expansion into the Borderland Territories. While these are not valuable holdings to the Alliance, justice demands our action."
"Thirdly, a human-dragon hybrid calling itself Xindis Rezulis has been charged with the deaths of several individuals, and is on the run. I have chosen to involve the White Council due to the unique nature of the case, notably the uncommon strength of dragon."
The council listened in silence as Gwen voiced the three items. When she finished, Sir Snarble, the mighty golden Snarbolax and a member of the White Council, spoke up. His deep, rumbling voice always sent shivers down Gwen's spine, even though she'd known him for several years now. "To my fair fellow councilmen, hear now my words. You know me; you know how I enjoy the hunt, and kill in the spirit thereof. So hark unto me when I say that this Xindis Rezulis ought not to be slain."
Intrigued, Gwen leaned on the podium and asked simply, "Why not?" Snarble grunted and held up his paws. "Because she has done no wrong. I have a hunch that her kills were in self defense. An investigation should be in order to determine the truth of the matter."
"I see." Gwen nodded and jotted it down in her notes. "Anyone else have aught to add?"
Osmond stood up and cleared his throat. "Ahem! I would like to say...that in order to catch the Grapple Hook Thief, perhaps we should bait him or her with more special weapons and keep close watch on them?"
Gwen dropped her head on the podium. Could you possibly have developed a worse plan? "Perhaps. Are there any other ideas?"
Unfortunately, no one spoke up. Ugh, get with the program people! You don't catch thieves by giving them more loot to steal! Bunch of derps. With a heavy sigh, she rapped the gavel on the podium. "Well, that concludes today's meeting. Good luck!" With that, the Council Hall erupted once more into rounds of lively chatter.
Exhausted, Gwen stepped into the hallway and leaned wearily against the wall. Why do I always feel like I suck at this? She stared up at the pretty lights on the ceiling for a few moments before she realized that one of the patrol guards had stopped to watch her. She lowered her head to look at him. "Yes? Can I help you?" The guard stepped back and stood to attention. "N-no, ma'am. I'll j-just be on my way now."
Poor man. He'd better not be scared of me, or else... "Say, what's your name?"
"I-it's Galahad, ma'am. You know, your bodyguard."
Why doesn't he look familiar? Oh, must be the armor. "Are you new here?"
"No ma'am, I've been guarding the Royal rulers for a generation now. I served under the former queen."
No wonder I don't recognize him. "Well...I'm Gwen, if you didn't know. Nice to meet you...Gala- Galhalad?"
"It's Galahad, ma'am."
"Galahad, right. Nice to meet you."
"Thank you ma'am. It was a pleasure speaking with you."
With that, he continued his patrol. Gwen was about to leave when an idea suddenly occurred to her.
Supposing we used Galahad as the guardian of the artifacts...
Tue, 02/25/2014 - 21:54
#10
No comments?
Dang...
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 05:22
#11
Swag IS a virtue
I would make an app, but something tells me I am not in good standings with other writers and would get rejected. :(
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 06:40
#12
Heart of Valor.
Sir Snarble + "Bunch of derps..." = Best chapter ever.
It's a recipe for success.
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 09:10
#13
I like it
Osmond is supposed to be the head researcher of the R&D team, so I suppose he could have a spot on the council. As for how you played him, it is done well. He is a supposed to be a great inventor/mechanic not a strategist, I loved the way you showed this. Also, a queen referring to her subjects as derps really shows how she hasn't learned everything about being a queen yet. AKA iz gud m8
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 10:28
#14
@Thin
Would you rather have Gallon to work with instead of Zyrel?
He'd be easier due to his regal nature.
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 10:44
#15
Replies
@Malkalack: Don't sweat it. Send me an app and I'll have a look at it. The worst that can happen is I'll postpone using it, as I've pretty much promised to use every app I get.
@Valorai: Heheh I had fun with that too. Thanks!
@Anonmouse: Mhm. Gwen's got a lot to learn.
@Edolas: I actually had a (cute) story for Zyrel planned out before I made the last story post. The trouble was in the details. I'd still like to try my hand at Zyrel.
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 10:48
#16
/salute Thinslayer.
Good Luck.
I hope the lil fiend is as adorable as a baby chroma licking a lolipop.
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 13:11
#17
Excellent work!
I appreciate that you used Galahad in the story, and I wait to see what happens to him next...action and fighting mebbeh?
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 18:33
#18
Swag IS a virtue
Hrmmmm, App you say
Derpity, derp. Ideas, ideas.
Ah, she's kinda cool.
==application==
NAME: Melissa "Kiss of Death" Jarentius.
SEX: Female
GEAR: No armour, just wears a Tabard of the rose with the hat. I leave the colour ambiguous.
PERSONALITY: As brilliant on the battlefield as she is in Parliament, Melissa is intelligent, ruthless and seductive. She may be a psychopath and has no feelings for anyone but herself. But maybe, just maybe....
HISTORY: She is from Isora, as most Spiral Knights are. She manipulated her way up the political ladder. And then are the murders, men she are "involved" with that become useless usually die. Mysteriously. The most recent, a fat bulging politician was found with his arm chopped off in a wolver den. And lipstick markings on his cheek. While there is no solid evidence linking her TO the murders, people are suspicious of this manipulating beauty.
Wed, 02/26/2014 - 18:43
#19
thumbs up
dis good chaptor, waiting fer moar. ;)
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 06:29
#20
Swag IS a virtue
Just a friendly reminder to Thinslayer to keep writing or I will rub my butt on his door at night.
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 10:14
#21
#Sonosuks
Name: MechTeka Mokuzaki
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Isoran, Half-Almirian
Life Stage: Young Adult, 21
Appearance: Average height, slim build, blood red eyes, light-tanned skin, Shadow Glasses
*Wears a Divine Veil (not on his head) and Skolver Coat as his main armor.
*Toasty Crescent Helm w/ Toasty Bolted Vee and Mecha Wings
*He covers the coat with a Customized Flak Jacket w/ Proto Crest
Gear:
*Dual wields twin blades similar in appearance to Nightblades. When not in use, they are in sheaths strapped to the back of his jacket.
Personality:
MechTeka has a slightly unstable mind. He acts all seerus in a mission or just when fighting enemies, then becomes laid back any other time, and speaks in a passive-aggressive manner no matter the situation. He also can be very aggressive and violent at times. Regardless of that, he values the lives of innocents and puts his teammates safety before his own.
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 10:17
#22
Hello!
Thanks guys! I'll see what I can do.
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 18:14
#23
Dancing with Zyrel
*SLAM!!*
Shut out again. Zyrel strummed sadly on his guitar as he walked back down the steps and onto the lonely sidewalk. Perhaps that pedestrian there would want to hear some music? He danced up to the man and began a lively tune, but the man was apparently in sour spirits, because he seized Zyrel's guitar and rudely slammed it on the pavement. The guitar broke in half with a cacophony of breaking strings.
Zyrel's eyes widened and filled with tears as he gently picked up his guitar. He tooted softly and cuddled it under his cheek as his heart plummeted into the depths of despair. As he sat there crying on the pavement, a tender white hand gently rubbed his head. He looked up to see the face of a beautiful human girl with a delightfully soft head of silvery white hair. Sitting beside him, she smiled softly and gestured to take his guitar.
He looked down at his instrument, all broken inside, just like he was. He looked up at her, nodded, and handed it to her expectantly. She took it and examined it carefully, and at length began to put it back together. Zyrel watched in amazement as her small, dexterous fingers nimbly applied their magic to reattach the strings and wood, until at long last the guitar was repaired.
When it was finally returned to him, he leaped up and danced for joy with it in his arms. The girl giggled, reminding Zyrel that he had someone to say thanks to. He placed his hands over the strings and gazed up at her. Understanding his intent, she took the edges of her dress and curtsied.
Then Zyrel closed his eyes.
A fiery, joyous tune erupted from the depths of his soul and exploded into his guitar. The girl laughed and began to dance as his tiny hands deftly plucked each guitar string. Strangers stopped and watched with humor and amazement at the strange white girl dancing with the little guitar-playing devilite. They danced all night long until the golden dawn broke over the horizon.
The girl collapsed on the sidewalk and laughed long and hard. Zyrel, now in higher spirits than he'd ever been before, looked up at her happily, wishing for this moment never to end. To his surprise, the girl knelt down and kissed him on the head. He blushed and honked with delight; golly, he'd never been kissed by a cute girl before! He bowed as low as his fat little belly allowed, but when he came back up, he noticed that the girls eyes seemed unusually shiny.
She was crying.
Confused, he cocked his head inquisitively. She wiped her eyes and smiled at him, patting him on the head one last time before she began to walk away. Zyrel ran up beside her and tugged at her skirt, but she shook her head sadly and continued walking.
Then he ran in front of her, forcing her to stop. He pretended to wipe his eyes, then pointed at her. He didn't want her to be sad! It was a joyous moment in his life! It was nothing to cry about. The girl seemed to understand, and she nodded, her cute smile having returned to her lips. The two of them embraced once more.
And then she was gone. Zyrel sighed, feeling as though his life were somehow that much more complete for having met her. He picked up his guitar and gazed down the road.
Like all good things, this, too, must come to an end. Better make the most of it.
Cheerful tunes blared all the way down the street as Zyrel danced merrily into the new dawn.
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 18:21
#24
Heart of Applause
*Valorai Applauds*
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 18:25
#25
Quite Symbolic!
That was a good chapter although it contained only about 2 main characters. The symbolism is so deep and meaningful(reference to what a classmate of mine said.)
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 18:27
#26
#Sonosuks
/applaud
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 18:40
#27
:D
pretty good Thin! and yet again I is wanting moar.
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 18:40
#28
I liked that short.
I cried a little as I wrote it. Is it wrong to be touched by one's own story? :3
There's definitely some symbolism in there (particularly the "new dawn" representing his restored faith in "humanity" and his renewed spirit), but I wouldn't read too much into it. :P
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 19:14
#29
Swag IS a virtue
Um, who is this girl?
{{HERP DERP. All hail Luguiru}}
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 19:16
#30
@Malkalack
Look at the title of this thread.
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 19:47
#31
Swag IS a virtue
Oh. Did you accept my app, btw?
Sun, 03/02/2014 - 19:57
#32
@Malkalack
Dude, don't go there....
Mon, 03/03/2014 - 11:47
#33
Oh man, I can just see it
Just imagine it, when Gwen got back to the halls of the white council, Xindis Rezulis was there, waiting for her. Leaning on the gates to the council, posted there to watch for the absent queen, should she return. Couldn't you just imagine the anger she would feel? The contempt in her eyes? All of her life was surrounded in strife and frustrations. Every foothold, any chances in the world she was given had to be fought for diligently, lest they be ripped away from her again; basic rights that others took for granted was a daily struggle. Every.Single.Day.
And then there was this new "Queen". Everything was given to her, granted through her bloodline. And she rejected it all. Lady Gwenivere wanted no part of the system Xindis fought so hard just to be a part of, like a child spitting out it's food in front of orphans because "It's yucky". Through birth, this little girl would always overshadow her no matter what. And now? In a time of panic and near crisis... She had found the time to sing, dance, and frolic. Leaving the blame for her absence to those who had been assigned to catering to her every need. Including her.
Just my thoughts.
Mon, 03/03/2014 - 13:43
#34
@Midnight-Dj
Oh! That reminds me.
Can you clarify Xindis' intended role? At first you say she's a bodyguard of sorts, but then you say that she's Gwen's "rival." You simply can't compete or carry on a rivalry with someone who plays by an entirely different ruleset; she would have to be a council member for that to be possible.
You even suggest that she could plausibly be a threat to be eliminated.
So which is it? She can't be a bodyguard, council member, and villain simultaneously.
Mon, 03/03/2014 - 13:47
#35
#Sonosuks
[REDACTED]
Mon, 03/03/2014 - 14:13
#36
@Thin
You use her for any of those roles.
-Xindis hates Gwen due to she is not anywhere near as good of a ruler as the old Queen, who she served for all her life. She may wants to kill Gwen to secure the throne for herself.
-She isn't exiled after the old Queen left the throne, she is simply reduced in terms of power in the council, she is still a courtesan after all.
-If Gwen wants to go for the becoming a better queen path, Xindis will most likely recognize Gwen's resolve to be a good queen and join her in her quest to vaquish the evil in the kingdom.
-If Gwen takes the 'go adventure, screw the throne' path, Xindis will loath her lawlessness and becomes increasingly hostile, she might even puts on her dragon form to ambush her in the wild.
In the end, the choice is yours.
Mon, 03/03/2014 - 15:28
#37
Zyrel.
I will always love my Fiendish Bard of a Character.
No doubt he'll be plucking both guitar & heart strings in the near future.
:D
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:16
#38
Blade of the Council
A young man in his early twenties scurried along the rooftops, his feet smacking hard on the tiles as he ran. Behind him, a lithe figure clad in a gray cloak and hood darted swiftly and silently after him. He jumped from the edge of a roof and rolled onto the street, barely avoiding a passing chariot. To his horror, the cloaked figure gracefully leaped to the ground, seemingly unhindered by such trivial things like gravity.
He scrambled to his feet and tried to run, but a brown leather boot forcefully dropped his head to the dirt. "Why do you run, mongrel?" came a smooth, seductive voice. "Ow! You're hurting me!" the man exclaimed, yielding only more pain as the cloaked woman pressed harder on his head. "I said: why do you run?" she repeated. Unable to cope with the excruciating pain and the hot dust blowing into his orifices, he finally relented. "OKAY, I KILLED A MAN! STO-O-O-OP!"
Satisfied, the woman removed her boot from his head. "Wanna talk about it?"
"Mmm...mhm..." the man whimpered. "I wanted his treasure."
The woman roughly grabbed him by the collar. "What treasure?"
"NO! WAIT! I- I uh...I think it was a sword of some ki-"
"What did it look like?"
"It- it was long and glowy-white! That's all I remember, I swear!"
"Did he have it on him?"
"N-no! No! Not at all!"
"Hmm." She released him from her iron grip and stroked her chin thoughtfully. "I wonder if it could be-"
The man tried to make an escape attempt, but succeeded only in falling flat on his butt as the woman absent-mindedly snatched the back of his collar. "I wonder if it could be the execution blade..." she mused aloud. "And stop struggling. You're under arrest, by the way."
__________
Having completed her late-night run, the gray-cloaked woman entered her underground lair and shut the door. Her three most trusted spies, Krell, Melissa and Mokuzaki, were there waiting for her. "What's the scoop, Miss Prissy-Priss?" Mokuzaki cooed sarcastically. The cloaked woman sighed and planted her hands on the table. "I got a location on the Execution Blade, but I ran into a snag."
"Oh? Did you trip over your own two feet again?"
"Shut up," Krell whispered impatiently. "I wanna hear what she has to say."
"It is actively carried and wielded by the thief," the cloaked woman continued. "If we're to get it back without a fight, we'll need to take it without his noticing. Fortunately, we still have the element of surprise, just so long as I can keep his lackeys quiet."
Melissa pumped her fist into her palm. "Who said we have to take it without his noticing? I'm up for a good fight!"
The cloaked woman eyed her with more than a little humor. "What? You, wanting a fight? Are you okay Melissa?"
Melissa chuckled wickedly. "Mhm, quite. Nothing quite like some graceful groin-crunching and arm-twisting."
Krell huffed, slightly amused at her words. "I'm inclined to agree, but in this case, I think we should do it the boss's way."
They all nodded in agreement. "It's settled then," the cloaked woman concluded. "I'll keep him occupied. I think you three can handle it from there." She gave them a knowing wink, and the four of them saluted.
"Dismissed."
They exited the chamber to their respective living arrangements, and the cloaked woman covertly returned to the palace. She removed her cloak and hood, brushed her silvery white hair, and flopped onto her bed.
Some days, it's really good to be Queen.
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:14
#39
Swag IS a virtue
Waiting for my application to appear, buddy.
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:17
#40
@Malkalack
Your application did appear, and it was accepted and used. Read the story post carefully.
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:22
#41
Hm...
Looks like the exposition was just three arcs being explained or executed simultaneously...is it?
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:22
#42
Hm...
Looks like the exposition was just three arcs being explained or executed simultaneously...is it?
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:25
#43
@Feline-Grenadier
I'm not quite sure I know what you mean.
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:32
#44
This :
Silence fell over the room. "Welcome, and thank you all for your participation," Gwen began. "I'll get straight to the point. There are three items on today's agenda. Firstly, there is the matter of the Grapple Hook Thief. The device was designed by Osmond, one of our own members." Osmond coughed and motioned for Gwen to continue. "The thief has stolen a few valuable artifacts, including the much-vaunted Execution Blade, the Incorruptible Armor, and the Silver Bow. Since he failed to take the non-combat artifacts, we can only assume that he means to kill."
"Secondly, we still have to deal with Silivrenniel, Mistress of Snowkeep. She used to keep mostly to herself in times past, but has recently begun a campaign of expansion into the Borderland Territories. While these are not valuable holdings to the Alliance, justice demands our action."
"Thirdly, a human-dragon hybrid calling itself Xindis Rezulis has been charged with the deaths of several individuals, and is on the run. I have chosen to involve the White Council due to the unique nature of the case, notably the uncommon strength of dragon."
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:42
#45
:/
Aradama: "It seems someone is getting imaptient with their apps..."
Me: "Who? Me or Malkalack?"
Aradama: *smirks* "Both..."
Me: *crosses his arms* "I suppose you are right, xindis is a bit edgy, kind of like you..."
Aradama: *chuckles* "Sorry, but I didn't hear the last part..."
Me: *tones up his voice* "I SAID, you and Xindis are edgy mother-"
Xindis: *crashes down onto the balcony in her dragon form, roars with fire* "WHO SAYS THAT I WAS EDGY??!!!"
Aradama: *points at Midnight* "It is him..."
Me: *looks at Aradama* "I hate you..."
Edit: I understood the story thanks :)
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 18:45
#46
Replies
@Feline-Grenadier: Only the first arc was being executed.
EDIT: A fabulous idea just occurred to me. It's two arcs now. ;)
@Midnight-Dj: Read my earlier story post. A thief of some kind managed to steal the Execution Blade, and the White Council wants to get it back. Since Gwen didn't like their plan very well, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
She dresses in a cloak and hood to avoid being recognized by the public. You can't sneak up on criminals very well when the media is tripping over themselves trying to have a word with you.
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 19:04
#47
#Sonosuks
Cool chapter, ole chap. I honestly thought the thief was MechTeka at first. Then I realized he was a bit of a coward, contrasting with Mech's more stubborn laid-back-ness.
Tue, 03/04/2014 - 19:05
#48
@Sonosuke
MechTeka Mokuzaki is the third spy mentioned. ;)
Wed, 03/05/2014 - 05:36
#49
Swag IS a virtue
Yeah I see it. Nice chapter.
Wed, 03/05/2014 - 10:08
#50
Question.
I've been toying with a few possible plots, but I've decided to leave it up to my readers.
What would you all like to see happen next?
Name/Appearance: Osmond
Age: Advanced age, but doesn't actually care/recall his actual age
Bio: A witty yet serious tinkerer, his main interests and assignments usually include creating advanced systems and robotic machines. Though they have very little in common in the ways of skills, interests, and social class, Osmond and Gwenivere have a minor friendship one would expect from a family friend. Osmond had served Gwen's father prior to being relocated to the royal R&D team, and accepted his heir in stride, treating the Queen with the same respect as her father. Though he has been described as relentless in his search for knowledge, he often takes a break from discussing his weekly reports to the queen, and offer a small bit of advice.
What he's doing/Disaster idea: Confronting the queen about the weekly performance review she missed (Reports of their advances in currently developing/researching & funding requirements) Showing off a new piece of experimental tech; the Grapple glove that they had hoped to perfect...If a theif hadn't made off with priceless schematics. In a time as uncertain as this, with the crown diminished, and the Monarchy's name already tarnished, a theif had made his way into the royal court undetected and stolen from various halls. Including the R&D section.