Battle Cry

[Ambrosious]

With a mighty yell, Captain Sky drove his horse into the center of what was left of the melee. His battle trained steed reared onto his hind legs and brought his forelegs down to connect with the helm of a man who had tried to sneak under the horses belly. The man went down without even a whimper, blood coursing down his face.

Sky's sword slashed this way, and cut that way. A path was opening up before him as battlelust took over his mind. Using the flat of the blade to smack a foe in the backside, Sky's mind wandered. When the battlelust was upon him, he moved with incredible skill. The man Sky had insulted with a blow to the backside turned to face him. The man let out a blood curdling yell as Sky's sword neatly sliced off the hand holding the battle mace. Sky turned to survey the battle scene as the man collapsed holding his stump.

The captain of the Kings Guard, Sir Galain, was making short work with the dregs of the enemy forces on the left flank. The aft flank was busy stripping the dead, and tending to the wounded after easily defeating the forces assigned them. His steed practically pranced in place, wanting for more action.

"Easy, Thunder. It looks like you and I live to fight another day." Turning to his page, Captain Sky commanded, "Right away get word to the battle chiefs. We will meet in the galley tent in ten minutes. If anyone objects, tell them that I Captain Sky command their presence."

As the page ran to do his bidding, Captain Sky turned once more to survey the battle scene. The healers were busy tending to the fallen and the Death tribe was busy hacking and chopping the fallen enemy for easier transport. Several times, Sky heard screaming as those of the enemy that weren't fully dead were dispatched. A smile formed on his lips as he gazed into the sky and found that very little time had elapsed since engaging their foes. If this was the best that King Hussick had to send against them, it would also be a very short campaign.

Leading his steed toward the galley, Captain Sky congratulated some and consoled others. His voice was clear and carried a great deal, heartening the troops that heard his words. Upon arriving, Sky found that most of his battle chiefs had already arrived in anticipation of his orders. Sky dismounted and a page took Thunder's reigns, leading him toward the stables. Sky stepped into the galley and the battle chiefs stood and saluted him with fists clasped over thier hearts. Sky stood and accepted the show of support his chiefs were offering him.

"Losses?" Sky asked.

"Sir, we have been fortuous this day as we have lost fewer than three hundred infantry, two dozen archers, and less than 10 mounts. The wounded number less than five hundred, sir!"

Sky took a moment to reflect on the numbers just presented him then stated, "Prepare the pyre for the dead, we will celebrate our victory while singing their souls on their way. Have the mounts butchered and the meat added to our stores. This is truly a good day for our Lord and Protector and I know that he would be proud of your efforts." Sky paused a moment to allow his men a chance to bask in the praise before continuing, "I come here to hear from each of you your thoughts on our next course of action. We have three cities to capture before winter lays it's icy hands upon the land. That gives us three months. Let me hear your plans..."

 

[Cryo]

"Sir, on our western flanks are falling. What should we do?"

sky laughed. "With what they are showing us, they must have massive numbers. Simply use catapults and fires to bring them down to size."

"But sir, it's only one man! he attacked the army from within camp, and seems to be untouchable!"

"One man... ONE MAN!????" sky was outraged. "You are telling me that one man is destroying my western flank??? How is this possible?"

"I d-don't know sir, he uses magic and powers of unknown stlyes, but his swordskills are unmatched by anyone that get's inside his guard!"

Sky was worried that such a danjerous foe was upon him. It appeared that he had even less time, if people this skilled can be used against him. Who was this warrior, and how can he convert him?

 

[Ravenloft]

NERT:

Nert listened to his older brother Sky in conference with his men from the safty of a bush. He knew if Sky knew he was there he would have hell to pay but the draw of his brothers high place in the realm was too much for young nert to resist. He longed to experience his brothers world first hand. The only things preventing him was his age and his fear of battle. Even the death screams of his brothers defeated foes unnerved young Nert.

So distracted by their whaling he was that Nert did not hear the heavy, metal clad foot falls of one of his brothers me behind him. "Here now RAT!" The knight said gruffly as he reached down and took Nert off his feet by the scruff of his neck. Nert screamed in surprise. Sky and the men that surrounded him turned to see the aged knight holding Nert aloft and plodding forward, cursing at the boy every few steps for his wild thrashing about.

 

[Moneytalks]

Danzia

Danzia could smell the stench of burning flesh and blood. She scowled in distaste. Even if she had been unaware of the battle the acrid smoke alone would have warned her. She longed for the clean fresh mountain air that had sustained her for the better part of her journey.

She was not tall, only 5'4", but she was lithe and muscular from hard work, demanding training, and harsh conditions. She was young, perhaps in her early twenties at the most. Her face was still soft and innocent looking yet her vivid blue eyes were hard and darkened by some secret of her own past. Her long warm brown hair was pulled back severely from her face and weaved into a tight plait that ended around the middle of her back. She wore a tight deep red leather tunic, matching leather breeches, long boots and long red leather gloves, that was the uniform of her profession. She was a Sithe. Trained in the obscure arts from birth when she had been taken as payment from her parents. Kings and Lords paid great bounties to employ the Sithe. She was currently in the employ of a minor Lord. It was an unusual placement, although the Sithe had certain rights, she had accepted it. She was one of the most gifted and she could see why her superiors wanted one of their own in this particular Lord's world. She now held a message for Captain Sky in her satchel.

It was not a very hard task, but often mere messengers had the unfortunate disadvantage of getting themselves killed before they could deliver. She urged her horse forward. It was a good horse, probably quite costly, she didn't know or care so long as it did it's job. She noted the flag indicating the camp she was heading for and kicked her horse into a gallop. Guards saw her approach and noted her uniform. They didn't stand down but they didn't attack either. She pulled the horse to an abrupt halt inches from one of them. She easily dismounted and looked up at the burly man. "I have word for Captain Sky"
"He's not to be disturbed... I'll..."
"I have instructions... to deliver it to Captain Sky..."
Her tone didn't change... but there was definite steel behind the words. The man had the stupidity to glance down at her cleavage tightly encased in her leather tunic. Her eyes narrowed and the guard near him shifted uneasily. She snapped her fingers, to get the man's attention. "Are you going to take me to him or do I find him myself?"
He considered his options and with a grunt turned to lead her to Captain Sky's tent.

She saw him immediately. The group seemed to be looking at a young man being held squirming in one knights firm grip. She didn't even let her mind question what it was about.
"Captain Sky... a message... from Lord Mignot" She stepped forward and one of the knights started to draw his sword. She acknowledged this calmly, quite aware that she was more than capable of defending herself. She looked at Sky and awaited his response.

 

[Ambrosious]

Captain Sky looked from the woman to his younger brother with disdain. Nert was a known problem, but this woman... Sky cursed aloud and opened the tent flap for the woman.

"Wait in here for I won't be long. There is fruit, bread and stew for your hunger along with mead for your thirst. Please rest yourself and I shall tend to you presently."

Laughter broke out among his battle chiefs as they had assumed Sky's words contained an innuendo. The laughter choked off as Sky glared at the gathered war host with a blood lust. Most of the lesser ranking chiefs suddenly found that they were needed elsewhere. Sky looked over the host and the sound of the Death tribe continued their dispatch of the fallen and wounded.

Nert had stopped squirming and now stared at his older brother with a fish eyed gape. He knew that he was in trouble deep. He would probably be sent packing back to their father's realm to the care of the maidens and crones. DAMN! Why hadn't he stayed in the stables, where he had been assigned? Nert prepared for the worst-banishment from the war host-as his older brother finally turned to face him.

"NERT! You scum sucking worm! You dare disobey my orders during a BATTLE! What in the name of the King were you doing? Please tell us WHAT you were thinking of coming here to SPY on ME!!"

Blade, the brother that held Nert aloft chuckled quietly to himself as Sky unloosed his wrath on Nert. Blade had been on the recieving end of Sky's rampages before and did not envy his younger brothers position. Nert started to squirm and his mouth opened and closed while trying to think of the answer that would placate Sky and keep him with the war host.

"I wanted to be a part of the battle," Nert replied.

Sky stepped so close to Nert the sun was blocked by Sky's bulk. Nert could smell the blood and sweat that covered Sky and held back a retch. Sky stared into his brothers eyes for so long that Nert thought him bewitched when suddenly Sky erupted in laughter.

"You want to see a battle? Up close? Then a battle you shall see. Blade, if my memory serves me, you are in need of a squire as your LAST ONE DIED IN BATTLE?" Sky purposely emphasised the last of his question to put a little fear into Nert's heart. He did this not to tease or belittle Nert, but to stress the real danger of Nert's request.

"Captain, it is true that I am in desperate need of a squire, but to give me this worm instead... Why, it is folly!" Blade had caught on to Sky's game and decided to play along.

"Take him to the armorer and see that he is given a squire's dress. I think that we will start him with a staff. If he proves himself..."

Dismissing Nert by turning and entering the galley tent, Sky readied himself to recieve the news that the fair maiden brought him.

Blade dropped Nert on the ground with pleasure for his arm was tiring fast. Nert scrambled to his feet with the battle chiefs looking at him with traces of smiles on thier hardened faces. Every one of them remembered their first assignments as squires with fondness. Some pitied the boy who would always stay in Sky's shadow.

"Come with me," Blade ordered with a grunt as he turned to the armorer's alley. He strode off without looking back to see if Nert was following. Smiling to himself, Blade wondered how far the boy's enthusiam would take him. If he could just discipline himself.

Sky entered the galley tent and the smoke from the cooking fires almost took his breath. Candles burned brightly in the galley giving it an almost festive look. Sky let his eyes play over the rows of meat and roots that were layed out on the serving boards. Even though his stomach grumbled protest, Sky ignored the feast and turned to the girl.

"You have something of import to relay to me?"

 

[Ravenloft]

NERT:

After being taken to Blades tent Nert changed into the clothing of his new station. Not more than a moment later Blade was before him shoving a roughly carved quarterstaff into his hands. "So rat, you want to be a warrior? Well, here is your first test."

Nert looked down at the staff in his hands as Blade stepped back, taking in hand his own staff. "Come at me!" Blade barked, making Nert jump a little. With the slightest hint of hesitation Nert stepped forward, lifted one end of his staff and brought it down with the loud clack of wood on wood. Blade, using only a fraction of his might slipped his staff up under Nert's, clocking the boy soundly in the jaw.

Nert's head snapped backward as he dropped his staff. No blood was drawn, only a mild, distracting ache. Without a word Blade scooped up Nert's staff with the toe of his boot and tossed it back to the boy. Nert caught it clumsily. "A weapon is mearly an instrument, you are its master. If the master is removed than the instrument is useless." Blade said calmly as nert stepped forward again.

More than an hour past as Blade taught Nert the bare minimum of how to fight, or more rightly, how to survive at his side, taking only a few unnecessary shots at the boy to show him the pains of battle. Finally Nert was so tired that he simply dropped to the ground. Blade came to his side. "It would seem you need a rest. You have two hours, collect yourself and then prepare for the march home."

Blade was just about to offer Nert his hand to lift him to his feet when he saw a man standing just inside the entrance to his tent. In a blur of action Blade was at his cot where he had left his sword. In a flash his blade was aimed at the stranger. "Ease yourself, warrior. I mean you no harm. I am here for the boy."

Nert looked up, his staff was still beside him and he knew this was a bad situation as he remembered hearing about the unknown attacker that was reacking havoc on the men further out on the battle field. He could only assume that this was that man. Blade's brow tightened in confusion. "The boy? What possible use is he to you? To anyone?" He said mockingly. "He is to come with me..." The man said as he stepped toward Nert.

 

[Lord Drago Belmonte]

Lord Drago stands at the edge of the forest contemplating his next move. He is hidden from view of Blade and his new found squire and the man who has come to claim him. His sword Dragonsclaw is drawn and is at his side He wears the cloths of a begger over the armor of reinforced steel. His eyes are pure red and he feels an anger welling up in himself so as he steps from behind the tree he pulls up the hood on his worn cloak his enchanted sword at the ready he grabs the unknown man and knocks him out cold. I am looking for Captian Sky. "Will you help me find him." I ask Blade That man was an assasian sent to kill you both.

 

[Moneytalks]

Danzia turned to face Captain Sky as he entered the tent. He was indeed an impressive leader she noted. She was not unaware of his charisma nor the fame that came with it. Her years of training however proved useful now in that she felt no rush of desire for the man, as many women would in close proximity to him she could well believe. Not that she hadn't bedded with a man before, in fact she had had to on occassion as employment dictated. In some instances it could be almost enjoyable.

Now she reached into her satchel to remove the message she was sent to deliver. Lord Mignot was a minor official at best. It was only by sheer luck that his little hamlet now happened to be in the prime location between two fueding King's. With little or no money to obtain any sort of defenses of his own, he now needed to choose the side he thought would best benefit him. He did not ask her opinion, he was already cocky in the knowledge that she "served" him. It took a great amount of personal restraint not to behead the man herself but he was still of use according to the Sithe Elders, and so she bided her time as she knew she must. Finally, with subtle references from herself, he managed to decide to officially request Captain Sky's aid. Now here she stood before the man himself. He took the message from her briskly.

She stood watching him carefully as he read the words painstakingly written by Lord Mignot's best scribe. She felt the creak of her leathers, which although supple were not entirely designed for comfort or attractiveness alone. She mentally checked all her weapons. Several strategically placed knives. Her wicked looking whip which clipped to her belt at her waist. Several vials of various poisons and antidotes. She glanced at the table covered in food now. She took an apple and sniffed it suspiciously before biting into it. She knew better than to pass up food when it was available.

As Sky continued to read the message. She reached into her satchel for the other scroll. This one was from the Elder's themselves and she had no idea what it contained. She had the faint hope, however, that Lord Mignot would no longer be able to count on her "services".

 

[Cryo]

A boy, perhaps younger than Nert, stepped into camp. His red hair, banged over his brow in typycal japanese style, and tied in the back to a long ponytail. He wore a simple, green and brown kimono. White sandels adorned his feet, and two katana's and a saber were suspended together from his belt. Though young, his face wore an expresionless mask, that was no mask at all. His face, however, did adorn a virticle cut along his left cheek, a cut that refused to heal.
The boy walked, for the most part, unhindered through the camp. The only heed he got was for his odd adournment and age, though because of his age, left alone. So effective was he in remaining inconspicuous while openly walking through a crowd that few with good memories could remember what he looked like. The boy walked towared the tent in the center of the camp. Some guards stopped him at the flap and asked his business. it was obvious that there was some kind of important meeting inside. With a plain, monotonal, calm and serine voice, he said "I am here to see sky"
"Captain sky has no business with a mere child. Go home!"
"He has business with me, and I am no more a child then a wilting white plum." The same monotonal voice. The guards looked uneasy. Who would have expected that this mere child was th cause of the fall of the eastern flank...

 

[Ravenloft]

Nert&"assassin":

Standing off in the corner of Blades tent, veiled by magic, the man that Drago had labeled an assassin watched the three as he set into motion another spell. Nert looked about the room as though something was amiss. "Good, this IS the boy that I am after." Thought the supposed assassin.

Wave after wave of magical force that the man was calling up roiled past Nert, his inborn sences tracing them back to their source. Using the staff, Nert stood. His tired body leaned heavily on the staff as he locked eyes with the hidden sorcerer. He knew he should warn Blade but he was drawn mutely to the sorcerer's side. "One piece of the puzzle in place lad." The sorcerer whispered to Nert.

Nert could only nod in responce as the sorcerer quickly cast another spell, bringing an invisible bubble of force into being around them. Nert watched as the mans hands seemed to reach into some other realm and pluck unearthly powers from it.

Letting the illusion of his crumpled and unconcious form fade away, the sorcerer cleared his throat, bringing both Blade and Drago whirling to attention.

 

[ShyGoddess]

She creeped forward, her white cape billowing in the breeze. Her alabaster face was smudged with dirt, her blue eyes determined. Her long blond hair was coiled at the base of her neck for travel. If she was caught, she could only assume she would be considered a casulty of war, and thrown to the warriors who had defeated her King's men. Fortunately her ward, the princess, had gotten away. The girl was to young to be here.

The young woman, who was only twenty, closed the distance between herself and the coral of horses. So far she had not been spotted, so far she was lucky. She heard a noise behind her and jumped, but it was only a scared rabbit.
"Get a hold of yourself, Tatianna, or you'll never make it," she mumbled to herself.

The horses stirred a little, but she calmed them with a whisper of soft words. She had a strange gift that connected her to animals and she used it now. One horse, a beautiful mount sniffed at her skirts, and she knew he was the strongest, and would be perfect for her escape. She crawled, without a saddle and gripped the horse with her legs. She moved with him and together they galloped towards the edge of the camp. She heard the commotion behind her, just before the shout that alerted her presence to everyone.

She had no way of knowing she had just stolen Thunder, the war horse of the great Captain Sky.

 

[Lord Drago Belmonte]

OOC: Sorry about that. Just trying to move the story along.

IC: Drago watches as the sorcerer weaves his spell. "So I had judged this man wrong" I thought to myself. Blade and I stand ready to battle the sorcerer if need be. I remove the worn cloak revealing my magically shielded battle armor and my sword Dragonsclaw. My other hand crackles with electricity from the spell I'm charging. "What is it you want with him Sorcerer" I ask with a demanding tone.

 

[Ravenloft]

Nert & sorcerer:
OOC: Is okay Drago, thats why the sorcerer had feign death cast on himself, all I did was bend the spell a little so that it would look like he was just unconcious.

IC: "The boy is to be taught. He has a gift, just as I do." The sorcerer said as he held back the force of his spell. "NOW, if the two of you do not permit the boy and I to leave I will be forced to... Remove you." He said as he held up his hands, bringing a globe of contained fire into existance between them. Lifting his brow the sorcerer added. "I can return this magic to its home realm... Or unleash it upon you both..."

 

[Lord Drago Belmonte]

"Ok Sorcerer I'll let you pass. But only if Blade agrees." I say as I step out of the way. As I do the red crystal in my armor begins to glow. My armour is that of the Dragoon the spirit of the Red Dragon. It was passed on to me buy my Father Alucard Belmonte. So I ask Blade if We should let the Sorcerer pass or not.

OOC: If anybody can help me fit in in this game please don't hesitate to give me advise Thanks.

 

[Ambrosious]

Sky read the message from Mignot with great difficulty, as he had spent his youth studying the weapons masters instead of practicing his scribing abilities. After a few minutes, he was able to make out the fact that Mignot was offering an alliance. No matter, either he would join Sky or he would be dispatched by the Death Tribe. Sky cared not which way it would go. At least with the offering that Mignot had offered would mean fresh supplies. It was tricky getting the supplies you needed from a defeated enemy as they had the annoying habit of setting their stores to fire.

Sky looked up to see the young lady plying a plate with hearty helpings of the food he had offered her. He also noticed another scroll tucked in her waistband. Was it for him? Just as he started to ask, the stable master rushed in, followed quickly by another of his brothers, Cort.

"Sky! Nert is being kidnapped by a wizard!" Cort blurted out. At the same time the stable master said "And Thunder has been stolen."

Sky thought over the information and did nothing for quite some time. The stable master shuffled from foot to foot and Cort stood as a statue. Both knew Sky well enough not to speak.

"THUNDER!!" Sky bellowed. Cort was surprised. Had Sky not heard him say that Nert had been taken? Sky was quick to action. He turned to the woman sitting at the galley bench and asked her, "Will you stay until I return? You and I have business to conduct, I am sure."

She nodded her assent and Sky burst through the galley door with gusto asking at the same time which way Thunder had been ridden off. He pointed to two of his battle chiefs and then to his brother Cort.

"You, you, and you. With me. Nert and Thunder have ridden off and the two events have to be related, coming so close together. We will find Nert and this sorcerer and we WILL return Thunder to the stables!"

The four men quickly mounted horses that had been waiting to be rubbed down after the battle. With a clash of hooves, they were off. Riding through the camp they passed several startled people going about their business. Several had to jump out of the way of their steeds, as they slowed for no one.

"Mervis! Take charge until I return!" Sky shouted at his highest ranking battle chief as they passed through the outermost regions of the camp and out into the plains before them. On the horizon, a rider could be seen.

 

[Lord Drago Belmonte]

"I need a horse" thought Drago as he watched Captain Sky ride off at great speed. "Damn I need to speak with him I have something he may find valuable" he says outloud to noone in particular. Drago runs to the horse stable and says to the stable boy "I need a horse Captain Sky is in trouble" the stable boy says "I'm sorry these horses are only for our troops and you dont fit the description." "Ok" thought Drago as he cast a sleep spell on the young stable boy. As the stable boy falls asleep Drago grabs a saddle and the fastest horse in the group and heads out toward where Captain Sky was going. Drago is charging his horse as fast as it will go headed toward the horizon. Night is coming sooner than Drago expected. "Dammitt" he thought "I cant turn back I need to find Sky" Just then a few hundered feet away was a camp. "God I hope thats Captain Skys camp." Thought Drago. As I make my way to camp I'm surrounded by Soldiers on horesback. They ask me "What are you doing following the Captain?" I reply "It has to do with the wizard that kidnapped the Captain's little brother." They pull their swords on me and say "What do you know about it?" "I tried to stop him along with Blade." I said to them. "Please I need to speak with Captain Sky." "If you want to know the man who took the boy Please let me through."


OOC: God I think to much... LOL LOL LOL LOL

But seriously I'm still new to this if I mess up I'm Sorry.

 

[Ravenloft]

Sorcerer & Nert:

Not more than a days ride east of Skys last battle field Nert and the sorcerer step through a dark circle of magic and back into this reality. Nert seemed a little shaken, never before had he seen so powerful of magics, let alone all in a single day.

Standing in front of him the Sorcerer locks eyes with Nert and releases the magic holding the boys mind at his sway. Nert suddenly looks around franticly, as though he were a baby rabbit stuck in a viper pit. "Calm yourself boy, I mean you no harm. I am Eliuric, a sorcerer from the eastern lands, sometimes called Wu Jen's." Nert looked up at Eliuric, and though he was still fearful of the man, he spoke. "I, I'm Nert... Squire to Sir Blade."

With a hint of a scowl the sorcerer shook his head. "Not any more, that life will not suit you, Nert..." Nert was about to protest when Eliuric held a hand up to silence him. "In the tent, do you not remember? You could feel the magic around you, surounding you, couldn't you?"

"Y-yes." Nert nodded. "You are like me, you see, you have the potential to wield such forces yourself lad, you must just learn how... Let me teach you." Eliuric said with a warm, almost fatherly smile.

 

[Moneytalks]

Danzia...

Danzia was constantly amused by man's insistence on holding animals in such high regard. She noted as well as the others had Captain Sky's first words had been concern for his horse... over his own brother no less. Not that family meant much to Danzia anyway.

She continued eating her fill. The second scroll still unread. Finally with a sigh she sat crosslegged in the centre of the tent and calmed her breathing until it had almost come to a complete stop. Clearing her mind was a technique drilled into all the Sithe. She went through a few simple excercises and then withdrew herself into the next level. Darkness. Outwardly she appeared to be in deep meditation. Inside her mind reached outwards. Finally she felt the tug. Letting go she allowed it to pull her in.

"Greetings daughter... what news?"
"Elder... he has read Mignot's request... I believe it neither pleased nor displeased him overly either way... however he seemed to accept the offer... he is now..." here she paused... "he is now searching for his brother who has apparently been abducted."
"You do not approve of him child?"
"It is not my place to say."
"We ask your opinion, therefore it is your place."
"Yes Elder, I believe he is a worthly leader of his men."
"And as a man?"
"As a man?"
"Yes, how does he rate in your eyes child?"
This was an most unusual turn of questioning.
"He is not displeasing to the eye, he seems capable."
There was amusement, again most unusual.
"Have you read the second scroll?"
"No of course not Elder, you forbade me."
A touch of regret in the voice that came to her... "you never veered from the path daughter, even as a little one."
"Elder?"
"Do not fret, give him the scroll, and be prepared to stay with him, your service agreement with Mignot has been terminated..."
"Yes Elder..."
"Be safe my child and remember our calling."
"Yes ELder..."

The link faded and as always Danzia found herself rushing back into herself with great volocity. Gasping she opened her eyes. It took her several moments before she could safely stand again. Her stomach growled. She was ravenous. She sat up on the long bench and picked up some more food. The sound of men running frantically outside telling her that Sky's horse had yet to be found.

Tired and not overly concerned about a horse or a boy she'd never really met. She decided she'd take the time to rest. She was technically not in anyone's employ and so she had best use her time to her own advantage. From what the Elder's had said, she was about to be servicing this man who had been spoken of in grand verse all over the land. She sighed as she threw herself across the bedding. If anything her travels had taught her it was that verses rarely lived up to the reality. In moments she was asleep.

 

[Lord Drago Belmonte]

OOC: where is everybody??????

 

[ShyGoddess]

She gripped the horses sides as he sailed over a fallen log. They moved as one, with nothing seprating them. Tatianna had not bothered to steal a saddle as well. She glanced over her shoulder and panicked. There was a small band of soliders stopped not to far behind her, but they seemed occupied with someone else at the moment. She urged her mount faster.

She did not notice the lone rider manuevering through the forest, and she realized moments later, when a piercing whistle caused the horse to stop and she flew over his head and landed on the ground, that she should learn to pay more attention.

Tatianna laid there for long moments, her whole body aching and her head pounding. When she opened her eyes, a sword was pointed at her throat.

"You had best have a very good reason, wench, for stealing my horse."

Tatianna refused to be cowed. "Because I did not want to find myself beneath a rutting beast such as yourself." She could have bitten her tongue off. Her mother had always told her never to bother upset bees. His eyes flared with angry fire, just before he yanked her to her feet by her hair and she was throne face down in a saddle for a very bumpy and painful ride back to the enemy camp.

 

[Cryo]

OOC; sorry, I've had.....distractions.

IC; Even odly adorned as he was, none took the time to pay any heed to the youth as sky and his chiefs set off for his hourses retrieval. This did not bother the boy. When the camp had calmed down, he cerenely walked into Sky's tent, sat down, and began to sip some Sakki.
Danzia was not disturbed by the boy. She slept on, like the tent remained empty.
The Sakki tasted like ash in Kenshin's mouth. There was no joy in life in recent times to compliment it's flavor. But still he sipped it, pausing only to breathe, think, or dab a white folded cloth at his cheek where a bleeding cut obtained some moons ago refuses to heal.

 

[Ambrosious]

Sky started back to camp, then reconsidered. Where was Nert?! He had been so cought up in returning Thunder he had forgotten the little worm. He turned to his battle chiefs and belayed new orders.

"You and you will return to camp with this wench. When you arrive at camp, send out one battalion to follow after my brother and I. We will leave signs for even the most dense of trackers. Request that the lady messenger be included in this party. She may know about Nert's dissappearance. Be quick in your return. Also, ready the troops for march. As soon as Nert is returned, we ride for Mignot's castle."

With a nod, his two battle chiefs turned and galloped across the grassy plains toward camp. Sky turned his beloved Thunder in the opposite direction galloped away. Dumbstruck, his brother could do no more than follow. He wondered as he followed in Thunder's dust where they were headed. Did Sky know where Nert was or was he just riding off some steam?

 

[Lord Drago Belmonte]

OOC: I Quit..... since noone will let me try to help the story. Have a nice day

 

[Cryo]

I'm with you drago. Kenshin just isn't cut out for this thread. He's just too skilled.

(by the way, the story of kenshin can be found by watching the japanimation anime "Samurai X")

 

[Moneytalks]

Danzia

Danzia was awoken abruptly by some of Captain Sky's men. She was instantly alert. They smirked at her as she rose to stand before them. Often she found that men inspected her so. Her petite height was distracting at best but hardly something one instinctively feared. She allowed them their miscomprehension and listened to them ordering her to join the search party for Sky's brother. Only now he organizes this? She wondered to herself almost absently.

She wondered if she should refuse. She had not officially been ordered to serve yet. The guards looked insistant and she decided she'd rested an eaten she should help if she could. She shouldered her satchel and found her horse. Quickly mounting she joined the search party.

"M'Lord Captain Sky..." her voice was calm as she addressed the man who had ordered her attendance.