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| − | The ship arrived in Port Nebel as the sun began to set. It would be night soon. Returning to the Ducal Palace, Sorsha was immediately stopped by Mathias’ guards. She was taken to their Captain and explained what had taken place with Mathias. She did not inform them of her plans, she needed to do this alone not alert everyone in the vicinity of her plans.
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| − | Leaving him, she ignored every other servant and guard that passed her and returned to her room. Closing the door, she leaned against it and looked to the bed in front of her, an image of Mathias appearing before her eyes, a memory of her last moment spent here with him. She could still feel his hand upon her face and see the smile on his lips. She touched the bedcover lightly. It had all seemed so perfect but then it fell apart into utter chaos. She missed him so much, she just wished he would appear out of thin air and take her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be right again. But he couldn’t…not yet.
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| − | Standing absolutely still she searched deep within herself, she took every emotion she had, her anger, despair, guilt, her love… and tucked it all away into a dark place in her mind. The sensation of numbness grew into the pit of her stomach and the flame that was her anger was fed with each possible emotion, every thought, everything that had happened within the last couple of days. When she was done, her face was a mask of emptiness, when she opened her eyes they were dull and lifeless.
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| − | Preparing herself, she redid her braid and finished it into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Walking over to the pack on her bed, she pulled out her armored gauntlets and slipped them on. She then took out Síoraí, tied the belt to her leathers, her two scythed daggers were then added. Leaving the room she continued through the hall until she arrived to Mathias’ weapon room. She looked around and her gaze stopped when she noticed the spear she had given him. Impassively her gaze continued until she found a sword. Taking it she slipped the baldric over her shoulder and picked up a bow with some arrows. Satisfied, she left the room and the Palace.
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| − | When she got outside, she gave a high pitched shrill whistle and continued to walk until she arrived at the port. She received many wary glances but ignored them. She had already dispatched a message to have her Captain meet her there. When she saw his familiar face she gave one short nod, and noticed several men there waiting. “I will take you and five others, the rest of The Arrows will leave immediately for Port Raviel.”
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| − | He nodded at her words, he knew better than to ask questions, especially seeing the state she was in. The Captain turned, and without hesitation he picked out five men. They all wore dark capes as she had requested. Four she could see their faces, but one had his hood up. They all walked past her and prepared themselves.
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| − | Then there was a small flash and the Captain backed up as Lasair approached Sorsha at a lazy walk. He rubbed up against her leg and sat beside her. She leaned down to scratch his head. “I will need you too,” she whispered and the large ocelot nudged her hand in response.
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| − | They boarded a small ship, the quickest she could find, and they set off in the direction Rathan had told her of. It took them a while to get to their destination, when they did they were covered by absolute darkness but for the light guiding their way.
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| − | The island was small and a ship was anchored nearby. Men could be seen walking the shore. They noticed the small ship approach due to the lanterns being lit and began to move out alerted by the fact someone was approaching. The ship was brought as close as they could to the island and then it was anchored.
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| − | Captain Johann was instructed to stay on ship and wait. He did so, and with four of the men who remained behind, he began to make as much commotion as he could.
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| − | Meanwhile, while the attention was drawn on the ship, with the cover of darkness, a small boat moved away. Sorsha looked to the man before her, his face hidden by the cowl of his hood. Hypnotized, she watched the steady movements of his arms. The cape moved over to reveal corded muscle beneath as the oars moved into the water. His movements precise and slow, to avoid as much noise as possible. He was large, his hands were large, calloused, made for heavy work, more so the handling of a sword. She watched silently refusing to speak, she would not even allow a slim chance of losing the void. Lasair was curled up at her feet, watching everything with lazy eyes.
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| − | The small boat circled around until they arrived at an area that was covered by the heavy foliage of trees. They stealthily jumped out of the boat. Sorsha removed her daggers and tightened her grip around the handles. She heard the flutter of a cape and heard the distinct sound of a blade being drawn. Pointing to him, she pointed to her eyes, and then to him. She motioned to the right of the trees, and then repeated the same movement for him but to the left. They separated and ran off in their own directions quietly. Lasair following behind Sorsha.
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| − | They moved a distance away, keeping to the trees, and rocks to hide their presence. She was hiding behind a large rock when she noticed a man approach, and then another and soon there were four. They met and talked to one another, they shared a raucous laugh and slapped each other on the shoulder. Sorsha watched them with a calculating gaze and leaned down to whisper a command to Lasair. The large cat gave a growl and jumped out at one of the man and a large paw came out to swat at one.
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| − | The men scattered with surprised shouts. Suddenly a dark figure flew past and the first man was run through with a claymore. He fell to the ground quickly. Taking advantage of the element of surprise, Sorsha ran out and kicked one man in the stomach, he grunted and while he was stumbling back she swiftly drew her scythed dagger across another’s throat. He gave a chocked sound as he grabbed his throat and thudded into the sand. The other man was back up and Sorsha cut him once, and then twice and stabbed him in the gut. Putting as much strength as she could she cleaved him up to his throat.
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| − | She turned to look for the fourth man, but noticed he was already dead. She gave a nod of her head to the dark figure and they were off again.
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| − | They continued cutting their way through the island, killing every man they came across. She had given specific orders to leave no one alive. This was purposely done to leave a message.
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| − | Sorsha was unforgiving, she killed methodically, without flinching, she didn’t even bother looking at their faces. She used every underhanded skill she knew of, she had been trained from a young age, not only to protect herself but to use any means necessary to survive. She would let nothing stand in her way. In the distance, she heard similar noises of death. Grunts and groans and the last desperate gurgling sounds of blood filled throats as her partner killed what she wasn’t able to get to.
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| − | They finally arrived near a cave and she motioned for him to stop. This had to be where Mathias was being kept. The had simply followed the men here. This would be harder, eight men guarded the outside. She knew there to be more inside.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Mathias Ridder'''
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| − | Mathias had been sitting in this chamber what had to have been a week now. It had already been two days since he had freed himself from his bonds, however he managed to hide this from his captors. Sitting around he did the same thing he had done for the past few days which was twiddle his thumbs while waiting for something to happen. However something changed this time. Noise could be heard off in the distance something that sounded like battle.
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| − | Mathias sat and watched as the guard around him shrunk to the point where their leader was the last one left. Closing his eyes Mathias waited to hear as to what happened. Suddenly he heard a click as the door opened.
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| − | His captor giving a slight chuckle. “Looks like our time is up. If I can’t make it through this then you shall not either.” Then drawing his blade he approached Mathias and prepared to cut him down. However sweeping his feet Mathias managed to bring the man to his feet then grabbing his sword from his hand he began to laugh. “Heh, my friend. I have changed my mind. You shall not die this day. Oh no….far worse.”
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| − | Taking the sword, “First I shall remove your feet.” To which Mathias quickly lopped off his feet. Stopping for a second he cherished the screams he heard. “Next, your hands” Then taking the sword Mathias removed the man’s left hand. Then picking it up he waved it at the now screaming guards face , “Say bye bye to your night time friend… or is old trusty your right hand?....Hmm oh well. Don’t get too attached to it either!” Mathias now laughing like a mad man removed the right hand.
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| − | Mathias then noticed a dagger in the boot of the man. Picking it up he cut out the man’s left eye. “MY god man, can’t you stop whining like such a little baby?” Mathias said then shoving the eye in the man’s mouth. Then plucking out the last eye he threw it over his shoulder.
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| − | The screams of anguish and pain could now be heard throughout the cave. Opening his mouth Mathias grabbed the now half chewed eyeball and put it in the man’s pocket. Then grabbing his tongue he began to slowly saw it off. Taking his time with it.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | When Sorsha ran in she expected more resistance but what she saw before her made her freeze in her steps. Mathias was in his cell, cutting off a man’s tongue. His limbs severed and dotted the ground around him. Her daggers were coated in blood, her armored gauntlets no longer shone, they dripped with it, she could even feel the stickiness of it as splatters of it, had already dried on her face.
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| − | “Mathias?” she said his name and the void trembled. She held on to it with an iron grip, if she lost it now she would crumble to the ground in a heap of relief and cry. She still needed to get him out of here and there was no telling if she had missed any of the men guarding the area. She continued to watch impassively as he finished doing what he needed to do and then he turned to see her.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Mathias Ridder'''
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| − | Mathias' eye lit up at the sight of Sorsha. "Mo Searc...I am sorry but we will have to save our rejoicing until we have left." he said then grabbing his mauled captive by the collar and dragging him by his side. "I need to make sure this man survives. I assume you brought some healers with you." he said dragging the man out the entrance to his cell.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Sorsha watched him as he dragged the man out of the cell. “Mathias, leave him, we have no time,” she said tonelessly. She pulled the sword out of and gave it to him. “We have to leave now.” He looked from the man back to her, and in his blue eyes she could see there was a bit of madness there, which probably mirrored her own at that very moment.
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| − | Had she been given the time, she would have tortured each and every one of them and enjoyed every second, but she had needed to do this quickly. Outside, she could hear new shouts and the sound of fighting, knowing more had showed. Well at least now they would be three, and she knew Mathias was safe, that was all that mattered. “He won’t be able to hold them long,” she warned, “he’ll need us.”
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| − | '''Roleplay from Mathias Ridder'''
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| − | Mathias threw the man over his body and attempted to carry him out of the cave. But halfway through he noticed the moans and muffled screams of the man had stopped. "Hmm. Too bad I so wanted him to live through that. I had much more fun planed for him." Throwing him off his shoulders and onto the floor he gave him one more kick to the ribs and then continued his way to the ship for their escape.
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| − | They fought their way through the rest of the men around the area, and Sorsha led Mathias back to the small boat, not far behind the man in the dark cape watched the rear. They all jumped in, and she called Lasair who was only a few moments in arriving. When all of them were into the small boat, they rowed away. When they were away from the shore they didn’t return to the ship. She had instructed Johann to leave as soon as he was sure she was on land. They would be waiting further away but it would be some time before they reached the ship.
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| − | She took hold of Mathias’ hand and squeezed it but she didn’t show any other reaction or outward emotion. Not here, not now, she would wait until they were back home. Looking to the man before them who was rowing again, she started to wipe some of the blood off her face. “Thank you for helping me,” she told him softly.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Kisharianda Onyxien'''
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| − | With Rathan's act of swearing his loyalty in blood oath Cenarious accepted his terms to prove himself and asked that Rathan remained in the palace to answer all the Confessor question if any were brought forth. Cenarious made his way out of the room quickly after speaking with Rathan which caught Kisharianda's attention. She nodded at the King as he left the room and she turned her attention back at Rathan handing him her handkerchief to wipe his hand from the dripping blood .
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| − | "You know Rathan I wish none of this would have took place, and I truly wished that you would have shown this side of you to the King a lot sooner then now, maybe things would have turned out differently" she sipped her tea.
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| − | "Now I haven't gone over the list of charges with you as you are well aware what they are the King informed me that he has already narrowed them down to the point for you. However, with your oath which I will hold over you" she smiled at him "I will make a proposition to the King that will benefit us all in the end without having to exile you from your home" she sat back for a moment allowing him to ponder her words further.
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| − | "What I will propose to the King is that you will step down as Marquis of Nebel, and you will return to duty under the King's command. You will be responsible in taking control of Sallowtown where you will rule over the people of that region. Your punishment will be to maintain and bring the region up to suitable level. You will do this by choosing one man you see fit to follow you in these orders but one man only. When the time comes the King will work with the general to make sure the take over of Sallowtown be seen thoroughly. Although this is far more less then what you deserve for putting the people of D'hara in danger, and having part in kidnapping your very own Duke consider it a second chance to prove your loyalty to the King. Do you accept these terms if the King accepts mine?" she sat back and waited
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| − | "It was my pleasure, Marshal." replied the hooded figure. He held many loyalties. In the past his loyalties had always lay with those who would grant advancement in his career, or otherwise support him. Something had changed recently, and he no longer valued his own life, but those of others. Similarly, he wished to repent for atrocities he had committed in Everguard. He had only told one other of the guilt he faced, and he was determined to right his past wrongs. Rescuing Duke Mathias was part of the penance, a small part.
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| − | The boat docked with Marshal Sorsha's vessel, which was in turn docked with another vessel, on the other side. Neither Duke Mathias, Marshal Sorsha nor the hooded figure could see it from this angle. The hooded figure knew it was there however. He had instructed the captain of the Maiden's Voyage to dock with it so that he could use it to return to his army still in Sallowtown. He ushered the Marshal and Duke up the rope ladder that had been let down for them, and brought up the rear. When they reached the deck, he saw the look of confusion on the Marshal's face, as she wasn't expecting the other vessel.
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| − | "It looks like my ship has arrived to take me to the next part of my quest." He grasped the Marshal's hand, and shook it, acknowledging a job well done. "My lady, it was a pleasure fighting along side you." Turning to Duke Mathias, the hooded figure noticed him eying his claymore, no doubt recognizing the Jeckyl family crest that lay upon it. Surmising that Mathias knew his identity, he took off the hood to confirm what the Duke suspected. "Mathias, you have quite a treasure here. If it were not by my insistence that I accompany your betrothed on this rescue, she surely would have come by herself just to be with you. I am sorry for the part I played in your abduction. I pray you can one day forgive me." Hexic turned and strode to the gunwales on the opposite side of the ship, where a plank had been erected for the Duke to board his vessel. Almost as an afterthought, he stopped and shouted across the vessel "Oh, when you get back to Port Nebel, you'll find four of your guards in your dungeon awaiting your interrogation. They are innocent." Hexic jumped down from the plank, landing on the deck of the Maiden's Voyage. He ordered the departure, leaving the happy couple to express themselves.
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| − | Sorsha watched Hexic leave and then turned to Mathias. She couldn’t wait a moment longer, and the trip to Port Raviel would be too long. Leading Mathias away from the men on the ship, she found a secluded area. When she did, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly, afraid to let go. “I thought I would never see you again,” she whispered emotionally, the void finally breaking and she kissed him passionately. Her hands cupped his face and she looked into his blue eyes, “I love you so much, I would have gone to the ends of the earth for you,” she told him and kissed him again.
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| − | Holding Sorsha in turn Mathias whispered, "I know you would have my love." Mathias then picked Sorsha off her feet and looking into her eyes said, "What do you think? Pick up where we left off?"
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| − | Smiling, she leaned in and he kissed her brow. “At the rate we’re going, I’m not losing anymore chances,” she whispered softly and bit her lower lip. “We should be in Port Raviel soon,” she looked over the horizon. “I need to get out of these clothes and so do you…” she then smirked. “And how about a nice long hot bath?” she offered and touched his chest.
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