Global Story - Loreos "The Prince and Shadows"
Oct 16, 2015 9:24:59 GMT -8
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Post by mattiusxavier on Oct 16, 2015 9:24:59 GMT -8
GLOBAL STORY - LOREOS "THE PRINCE AND SHADOWS" - PART 1 by Mattiusxavier
Story:
The early morning air was crisp and the moon shallow as Prince Jarius quietly stepped down the tiled halls of the old Palace breathing in the calm cool breeze that was wafting in through the opened arched windows. He stopped for a moment and quickly admired their design and remembered how his father the old Prince Mark had enjoyed this Palace. That is long before the vile darkness of the Queen's forces corrupted its hall. Regardless for the time being this place was his home and although the new Palace was growing nearer to completion a part of him was nostalgic for the times when he and brother used to play in these halls dancing about fencing their small dull ornate blades at each other, while their father carried on his business and affairs of state. It had been a good time and although Jarius had wanted the same for his sons and daughter, he knew it wouldn't be the same. With a slight rasp, Jarius rested his hand on the wall and felt the velvet curtains and with a hushed tone that maybe only a mouse could hear, he whispered "It will never be the same" to himself.
With a frown he carried on towards the glowing lights at the end of the hallway where his bedchamber stood under guard. As he grew closer the two guards immediately went to action and silently with soft padded movements presented arms. While two more guards almost seamless appeared from the shadows on padded shoes and came about behind him. As the light flickered upon his face, the Guards quickly stood down without a tone and resumed positions. Jarius was impressed, but who knew these men were above and beyond just good at their job. They were trained to be specialist, and capable of wet work if he desired. A welcome thought smiled Jarius to himself as he opened the oiled door and walked into his bedroom. To his surprised his darling wife wasn't in the room and the crib only had one baby his little girl Valeria sleeping holding a stuff animal elephant she had received from her doting Grand Father. As Jarius noted, he quickly turned from the main room and walked over to the other apartment that adjoined his master bedroom where his son slept. He realize that maybe Helena had gone for a walk and that little Lorius was being colicky again. He certainly missed his family and the adventure into Lenfald that had taken him away along with that fishing trip had him desperate to see his darling along with the wee ones. It was a tricky business and he knew that even more dangerous business was afoot. For his nephew was stationed with a growing army of Loreesi along the northern border and had repeatedly sent back messages in a mocking tone. While others like Lord Stout had been busy building rage amongst his allies, at the same time Lord Xavier (his father in law) had been hunting down those who attempted to wreak havoc upon his people to bring them to open justice. It was indeed a dangerous time he thought as he opened the door to his son Sebastien's room. To his happy eyes his wife was there waltzing with the babe in her arms and singing in a soft gentle tone to cool his little lads fever that was most certainly due to his lack of sleep.
As Jarius stood their taking in the image with a genuine sense of warm happiness his wife with an even bigger smile walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "I missed you deeply my love" she exclaimed in his ear with a slight bite on his ear.
"I missed you too, more than anything in this world" replied Jarius as he embraced his wife and doted over his little son.
"How was the north my darling? What is going on there?" inquired Helena in a hushed tone as she rocked the babe in her arms who was starting to settle down.
"Things are getting more tenuous and not as they appear" frowned Jarius as he walked over towards sleeping Sebastien and put his hand down to feel the soft locks of his son's dark hair as he admired how much the boy reminded him of his dear older brother.
"Word has come in that they have found a new land and yet they desire to shelter this information from the rest of us Roawian's by veiling it with secrecy. When we attempt to build new ships, they raid our harbours and burn them killing many a sailor with the flames of their shameful actions. Our people bleed my darling and the cowards stalk back into the shadows then deny they did such actions. They even had the daring desire to state it was Loreesi dissidents..." grumbled Jarius as he firmly grasped the headboard of his son's bed.
"I had to tell the families of the sailors who have perished and the people who have been killed in the darkness that their sons, daughters, my fellow Loreesi were caught in tragic accidents. It's horrible to lie to your people" he replied with a tear of regret descending from his cheek as his wife caressed his back.
"My darling, you only did what you must" she replied with a soft tone into his ear.
"Yes...what you must" replied a shadow from the corner.
"You always do what you must, don't you Jarius" jested the shadow as it moved closer to the light.
"Who said that?" Shuddered Helena as she cowed closer to the corner by her sons bed.
"The Order watches, the Order notes and the Order acts Prince and Princess" smirked the shadow as he darkened the room by shuddering one of the flames of a nearby candle.
"The Order of Shadows" deftly replied Jarius as he bit his lip.
"Yes...you remember us my Prince" sneered the voice as it shifted in the growing gloom.
"I do...and your kind typically never comes to kill anyone. So what do you want Lenfel?" harshed barked Jarius as he pushed himself in front of his family stepping carefully over his sons practice sword which was more like a long dagger than a real blade.
"Oh...we kill, when we must and I see you recognized my accent...good on you" replied the voice as a shiny blade appeared from the shadows with a distinct Lenfel design. It was simple, yet ornate in the sense the steel was polished with a bronze etching trim.
With a distinct view of shock the Prince stepped backward as the shadow grew a little closer.
"Why me? Why my family?" gasped the Prince for meaning.
"Why...simple, the safety of many and the prevention of a war that your Areani are so eager to be in. Even your amassing forces is a clear sign of this. Only a blind man would not see that the viper is not amused to just listen, but that it desires to stick its venom into it's would be prey" harshly intoned the dark figure.
"I have no desire" replied Jarius as he stood firm.
"Oh...neither did your father or brother...yet they are not here to tell you that" grinned the figure as he drew nearer getting poised for his dance of death.
"Jarius, just call the guards" whispered his wife.
"I can't...he will stick is as fast as he can before they will even get a quarter in the room" he gently pushed her back.
"What do you mean about my father and brother?" questioned Jarius at the man.
"Mmmm...you will never know Prince of the Desert" snorted the man as he jumped at the Prince who with a quick movement of his foot flipped his son's small blade into the air and grasped it to hold back the fury of the Assassins drop. With a ting of metal clashing they exchanged blows and the Prince with a quick thrust, punched the dark figure in the face forcing the man to ball backwards briefly.
"Well done" jested the Shadow as he gathered his ground and spit a glob of blood on the tiled floor. "Well done indeed, I suppose I should not have expected less from a Master of the Areani" sneered the shadow. "I will not make that same mistake twice" roared the man as he jumped again.
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With dark notes Arturius returned to the Capital, where he was returning for the tribunal of a man who had burned some ships and of course been guilty of the deaths of many. Yet, when he was informed to prepare messages to some individuals, he felt saddened by those actions. Especially for the one he had to send the wayward Mark of Falworth.
What happened to the Prince, did he survive the ordeal with the assassin from the Order of Shadows. Stay tuned for the next instalment of our tale.
Special credits to Mark of Falworth and Mitah Val Karem for their help and inspiration.
Next Part to be provided by Mark of Falworth (Mark E.) - Stay tuned fellow Roawians!
Story:
The early morning air was crisp and the moon shallow as Prince Jarius quietly stepped down the tiled halls of the old Palace breathing in the calm cool breeze that was wafting in through the opened arched windows. He stopped for a moment and quickly admired their design and remembered how his father the old Prince Mark had enjoyed this Palace. That is long before the vile darkness of the Queen's forces corrupted its hall. Regardless for the time being this place was his home and although the new Palace was growing nearer to completion a part of him was nostalgic for the times when he and brother used to play in these halls dancing about fencing their small dull ornate blades at each other, while their father carried on his business and affairs of state. It had been a good time and although Jarius had wanted the same for his sons and daughter, he knew it wouldn't be the same. With a slight rasp, Jarius rested his hand on the wall and felt the velvet curtains and with a hushed tone that maybe only a mouse could hear, he whispered "It will never be the same" to himself.
With a frown he carried on towards the glowing lights at the end of the hallway where his bedchamber stood under guard. As he grew closer the two guards immediately went to action and silently with soft padded movements presented arms. While two more guards almost seamless appeared from the shadows on padded shoes and came about behind him. As the light flickered upon his face, the Guards quickly stood down without a tone and resumed positions. Jarius was impressed, but who knew these men were above and beyond just good at their job. They were trained to be specialist, and capable of wet work if he desired. A welcome thought smiled Jarius to himself as he opened the oiled door and walked into his bedroom. To his surprised his darling wife wasn't in the room and the crib only had one baby his little girl Valeria sleeping holding a stuff animal elephant she had received from her doting Grand Father. As Jarius noted, he quickly turned from the main room and walked over to the other apartment that adjoined his master bedroom where his son slept. He realize that maybe Helena had gone for a walk and that little Lorius was being colicky again. He certainly missed his family and the adventure into Lenfald that had taken him away along with that fishing trip had him desperate to see his darling along with the wee ones. It was a tricky business and he knew that even more dangerous business was afoot. For his nephew was stationed with a growing army of Loreesi along the northern border and had repeatedly sent back messages in a mocking tone. While others like Lord Stout had been busy building rage amongst his allies, at the same time Lord Xavier (his father in law) had been hunting down those who attempted to wreak havoc upon his people to bring them to open justice. It was indeed a dangerous time he thought as he opened the door to his son Sebastien's room. To his happy eyes his wife was there waltzing with the babe in her arms and singing in a soft gentle tone to cool his little lads fever that was most certainly due to his lack of sleep.
As Jarius stood their taking in the image with a genuine sense of warm happiness his wife with an even bigger smile walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "I missed you deeply my love" she exclaimed in his ear with a slight bite on his ear.
"I missed you too, more than anything in this world" replied Jarius as he embraced his wife and doted over his little son.
"How was the north my darling? What is going on there?" inquired Helena in a hushed tone as she rocked the babe in her arms who was starting to settle down.
"Things are getting more tenuous and not as they appear" frowned Jarius as he walked over towards sleeping Sebastien and put his hand down to feel the soft locks of his son's dark hair as he admired how much the boy reminded him of his dear older brother.
"Word has come in that they have found a new land and yet they desire to shelter this information from the rest of us Roawian's by veiling it with secrecy. When we attempt to build new ships, they raid our harbours and burn them killing many a sailor with the flames of their shameful actions. Our people bleed my darling and the cowards stalk back into the shadows then deny they did such actions. They even had the daring desire to state it was Loreesi dissidents..." grumbled Jarius as he firmly grasped the headboard of his son's bed.
"I had to tell the families of the sailors who have perished and the people who have been killed in the darkness that their sons, daughters, my fellow Loreesi were caught in tragic accidents. It's horrible to lie to your people" he replied with a tear of regret descending from his cheek as his wife caressed his back.
"My darling, you only did what you must" she replied with a soft tone into his ear.
"Yes...what you must" replied a shadow from the corner.
"You always do what you must, don't you Jarius" jested the shadow as it moved closer to the light.
"Who said that?" Shuddered Helena as she cowed closer to the corner by her sons bed.
"The Order watches, the Order notes and the Order acts Prince and Princess" smirked the shadow as he darkened the room by shuddering one of the flames of a nearby candle.
"The Order of Shadows" deftly replied Jarius as he bit his lip.
"Yes...you remember us my Prince" sneered the voice as it shifted in the growing gloom.
"I do...and your kind typically never comes to kill anyone. So what do you want Lenfel?" harshed barked Jarius as he pushed himself in front of his family stepping carefully over his sons practice sword which was more like a long dagger than a real blade.
"Oh...we kill, when we must and I see you recognized my accent...good on you" replied the voice as a shiny blade appeared from the shadows with a distinct Lenfel design. It was simple, yet ornate in the sense the steel was polished with a bronze etching trim.
With a distinct view of shock the Prince stepped backward as the shadow grew a little closer.
"Why me? Why my family?" gasped the Prince for meaning.
"Why...simple, the safety of many and the prevention of a war that your Areani are so eager to be in. Even your amassing forces is a clear sign of this. Only a blind man would not see that the viper is not amused to just listen, but that it desires to stick its venom into it's would be prey" harshly intoned the dark figure.
"I have no desire" replied Jarius as he stood firm.
"Oh...neither did your father or brother...yet they are not here to tell you that" grinned the figure as he drew nearer getting poised for his dance of death.
"Jarius, just call the guards" whispered his wife.
"I can't...he will stick is as fast as he can before they will even get a quarter in the room" he gently pushed her back.
"What do you mean about my father and brother?" questioned Jarius at the man.
"Mmmm...you will never know Prince of the Desert" snorted the man as he jumped at the Prince who with a quick movement of his foot flipped his son's small blade into the air and grasped it to hold back the fury of the Assassins drop. With a ting of metal clashing they exchanged blows and the Prince with a quick thrust, punched the dark figure in the face forcing the man to ball backwards briefly.
"Well done" jested the Shadow as he gathered his ground and spit a glob of blood on the tiled floor. "Well done indeed, I suppose I should not have expected less from a Master of the Areani" sneered the shadow. "I will not make that same mistake twice" roared the man as he jumped again.
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With dark notes Arturius returned to the Capital, where he was returning for the tribunal of a man who had burned some ships and of course been guilty of the deaths of many. Yet, when he was informed to prepare messages to some individuals, he felt saddened by those actions. Especially for the one he had to send the wayward Mark of Falworth.
What happened to the Prince, did he survive the ordeal with the assassin from the Order of Shadows. Stay tuned for the next instalment of our tale.
Special credits to Mark of Falworth and Mitah Val Karem for their help and inspiration.
Next Part to be provided by Mark of Falworth (Mark E.) - Stay tuned fellow Roawians!
And it's not like an assassin like that would leave a witness...or heirs. 
