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Dealing with Death
« Topic Start: November 15, 2016, 11:23:32 AM »
Roleplay from Corvo Attano
message to all nobles of Greater Xavax
Corvo sat by his desk in his city quarters. Getting there was a nightmare, Xavax was a maze. He recalled the events that followed his entry to the city.

Corvo rode atop his palomino horse, his twelve troops followed behind. The directions to his city quarters given by the gate guard made no sense to a noble used to a more rural area. The guard had said to follow F-something Way, turn right into Y-something Alley, and follow three other streets. They were part way down Y-something Alley wen five men staggered out of a tavern. Corvo, at the head of the group, was fifty metres away and he swore he could smell the alcohol oozing off them. Being drunk to oblivion, they thought it would be fun to mug the soldiers limping back home. Paying no attention to the fact that the leader was bearing a shield that had the heraldry of a noble family, a black raven on a purple background with a silver inverse chevron. "Fiddy... hic.. gold to...hic... pash..hic.... or we....hic.. shtick yash!" One, barely, managed to say. Corvo had his head lowered but raised it at this threat, the light caught on his mask and the drunks looked like they had seen a Daimon Lord. "You dare threaten a Knight of Xavax?!" The mask amplifying the effect of sheer terror. A scream resounded and they ran for their lives, fearing this unknown noble. A group of local militia ran down the alley towards Corvo and his Whalers. "My Lord, what happened?" one of them worriedly asked, fearing the repercussions if a Knight got wounded on their watch. Corvo laughed lightly and the militia instantly understood what had happened. They nodded and turned to leave when a rasping voice called out "You men! Show me to my city quarters, Sir Corvo Attano! Xavax is a damned maze." the militia stopped, "This way, My Lord." they replied.

He was immensely tired. He had almost no sleep, how could he when every time he closed his eyes he saw the carnage at Enubec? Fighting peasants late at night was one thing, watching five of your men killed and the rest wounded in broad daylight was another. Seven. Seven had died on they way to Xavax, infection and blood loss swiftly and painfully ended their lives. He knew that he was in a warrior society, he knew that he had to steel himself. His father had told him that the first time is the worst, but good people will always remember that life should not be wasted. He hoped that the next battle would be easier. Aldric was the only soldier who recovered on the road, apparently he had taken Corvo's advice to heart. Corvo had left the rest of his troops in the care of the local healers, three of them returned shortly after. He had then went to the barracks and recruited some men, finding a capable Captain; Hartmann.

Thankfully, he had a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of him to stave off fatigue. With how tired he was, the best course of action would probably getting some sleep and doing his best to ignore the memories of Enubec.
« Last Edit: November 15, 2016, 11:26:41 AM by Attano »
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