Warlords & Witches (Strife+Elvi)
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				Title: <strong>Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 22:57:05</strong>
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				Nefarious, commander and warlord of the three-bloodtear grand legions, entered the tent, moving with a heavy footing, shoulders strained and bent backward, his crown leant aside, stained with the evidential blood of war. Halting at the centre of the tent, allowing a stiff sigh to descend from his crusted, wrinkled dry lips, fresh blood still apparent on his dripping knuckles. “Slave!” he cried, moving to remove his crown from his head, a rather scrawny short man pacing his way into the tent, clothed in baggy, thin cotton rags. “Y-yes, m-lord” the man stuttered, bowing his head and stepping closer so that he was now within a foot of nefarious. “Did you have the messenger send for our nemesis?” he continued, tongue rolling across his lower lip whilst he began rubbing at his rather itchy, sweat ridden scalp. “Y-yes, m-lord the messenger left a few hours before your arrival” the slave proceeded, moving to handle the crown. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>05-03-2006, 23:57:23</strong>
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				Geliefd, heard the messengers words and after consultation with advisers agreed to the meeting.<br>The condition that it was upon neutral territory and with an equal number of guards to be stood some distance away from a tent that would be set up and that an equal amount of prominant leaders of both sides be heald there at randsome should anything happen to either leader during this meeting.<br><br>There had been much bloodshed on both sides and the War Lord did not wish any more to suffer the bloody carnage that had already taken place.<br><br>Had Nefarious ever deigned to learn his enemies language, then to know that Geliefd meant Most Beloved, may have given him a clue as to why his adversaries people faught long and hard, but he had not and none of his advisers had thought it important.<br><br>The messenger safely sent back, Geliefd, dressed in heavy robes to keep out the cold, laid down to rest and prepare for an interesting meeting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 00:19:11</strong>
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				Seating himself at the end of the table, he would glance about the tent in a rather grim, uninterested fashion, tongue rolling out again to sweep away the moist that had gathered there. Amber orbs seeking interest within the dank, grassy tent interior, as his fingers tap impatiently against the table, “Slave!” he cried again. The slave, who had been polishing the once blood soaked crown, entered the tent once again, accompanied by a bowel of steaming but not boiling hot water. “Yes Milord!” he answered, proceeding over towards Nefarious once more and kneeling at his feet, resuming a casual lift, soak and dry combination, keeping his head down at all times. “When is our ‘guest’ due?” Nefarious continued, slouching his shoulders in a rather bored, child-like manner.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 00:47:08</strong>
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				Geliefd rose some hours later, bathed and ate a hearty meal, fealing refreshed even after such a short light sleep.<br>The War Lord went over the plans for the following day, still waiting for the answer from Nefarious.<br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 01:23:00</strong>
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				“Done” the slave explained, standing and removing the bowel from beside nefarious’ feet, taking a step back and then standing to attention. Nefarious, still easily irritated and intensely uninterested in his surroundings by this point, gave the slave a look of evil, undeniable intent and with that the scrawny man retreated back to the comfort of his own tent. <br><br>Standing, Nefarious made his way to the entrance of the tent, observing his surroundings for miles around, the tent had been based between two hills with the sun sitting vertically above, blocked however by thick, grey clouds. Gigantic trees as high as the eye could see and as wide as 10 men, littered the surrounding snow encrusted terrain, and everything else, was empty expanse. Nefarious looked even more displeased, “SLAVE!” he cried, again. <br><br>That same scrawny man running to the aid of his master, appearing swiftly from a nearby tent, “Yes milord!” he answered, bowing his head upon reaching him. “Has the messenger returned yet?” he continued, his voice breaking away gradually as he began to establish a sort of mumble. “E-eh, yes … the messenger returned a half hour ago, milord” answered the slave in his usual stutter. “WHAT!?!?” Nefarious obviously seemed enraged, as he swung round and grabbed the man by his throat, tightening his grip and lifting the man ever so gently so that he would be forced to tip-toe. “Why wasn’t I informed of this return!?” nefarious continued, the slave however gasping for air and without concern for anything else at this point. “Answer me, rat!” Nefarious continued, resting the man back down, his grip shifting temporarily to allow the man freedom to speak. “E-ugh, H-h-h-h-he … t-he messenger … tired … needed, E-ugh … Rest,” the slave answered, coughing and spluttering as he yearned for breath. <br><br>Nefarious, now without patience for either of his men, dropped the man to a helpless heap on the floor, stepping over him as he moved to the opposite tent, his attention turning to a group of men sat around a large feast, and one of the men in particular who’s insignia defined him as the same messenger he had sent a few hours prior to this mess, “You! Tell me what I need to know or suffer my merciless cold steel melded into your readily, still pumping heart!”&nbsp; Nefarious proceeded, amber hues concentrating on the man, as his fingers tapped impatiently at his waistline and where his heartless blade lay, dormant, to wake only to steal life. The messenger stood at attention, having inherited the same stutter the slave had, “T-The Warlord whom you seek diplomatic affairs with, accepts your ‘meeting’ upon the conditions that apply” the messenger leans over and hands Nefarious a scroll listing various conditions. <br><br>Mumbling in rather bland fashion, his tongue slipping out once more to bring that moist line from his bottom lip once again into his mouth, a brow elevating gently above one eye, “Fine, Just have him brought to me at once!” Nefarious cried, his words echoing throughout the surrounding camp. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 07:41:06</strong>
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				So the truce was set.<br>The tent errected and made comfortable enough for a long winded and meandering discussion.<br><br>Geliefd arrived first, full armour of his people and that signature full faced helm, the helm that none but the most trusted amongst them had ever seen the War Lord without. <br><br>Sitting upon a heavy well trained war horse, Geliefd's most trusted noblemen ready to offer themselves as assurity, the honour Guard behind them, they sat and waited for Nefarious to arrive.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 19:14:32</strong>
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				“Slave …” Nefarious grumbled, having grown tiresome of his prior aggressive intentions, “Bring me my steed!” he continued, directing his hand to lie gently at his hip. Understandingly, the slave hurried away without a word or say about the recent happenings, returning soon after with a black stallion, laced in foggy linen robes and black chains. “Have the men follow my pursuit, set perimeters up around the designated area … and don’t forget what we discussed!” Nefarious snapped, as he mounted the creature and settled his crown back over his scalp, turning to see his minion off before fleeing off towards the designated spot. <br><br>Nearing the destination, he would begin to slow the creatures pace, moving into view of his nemesis. “Ahoy there!” he called out across the expanse in a somewhat sarcastic tone, as if to mock him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 21:14:42</strong>
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				Geliefd sat steady and calmly, not answering the other's call, with a gentle tap of spur on the great warhorse, the War Lord set and even pace forward towards the tent.<br>There was no sign of intention in the figures movements, no sign of anger or fear and anything that would show on the War Lords face was covered easily by the full helm.<br><br>Arriving thirty feet away from the meeting place Geliefd stopped and waited silently.
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 21:53:31</strong>
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				Studying the figures attire, a brow elevated slightly, “Fancy seeing such a folk like yourself, here …” Nefarious grunted “On the battlefield!” amber hues narrowing in on the man, watching his movements with a degree of lust. Not so much for the man, but for the blood that runs through his veins, that pumps at rapid speeds through his arteries, the kind of lust that is inherited by men who have seen far too much bloodshed in their life’s. Nefarious dismounted and continued the rest of the trek on foot, licking his lips with an interest of sorts. 
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 22:04:27</strong>
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				The War Lord dismounted, leading the horse nearer to the tent, then dropping his reign, followed Nefarious into the tent.<br>Standing for a moment at the doorway to get accustomed to the light, Geliefd looked around, found a seat at one end of the table and sat, without hessitation nor fear, but proud and bold, waiting for the other to begin to speak. 
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 22:24:04</strong>
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				Nefarious trounced through the interior, stopping at the opposite side of where Geliefd sat, “Then, I expect you would prefer we get on with the proceedings?” he grunted, shifting the rear chair leg with the side of his foot before sliding down into its rigid comfort. “Perhaps a beverage first?” he continued, prompting a brow over his left eye, that same mocking grin taking shape, his tongue sweeping out once more to sweep the moister from his lower lip.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 22:38:47</strong>
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				"I have no need for refreshment. State the perpous of this meeting."<br>The voice that echoed from the helm was light, but forceful, giving the impression that it was a young man speaking to him.<br>"I do not wish to spend a moment longer in your .... company .... than is needed."&nbsp; <br>Geliefd did not move position, but sat firm and upright in the chair. 
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 23:08:38</strong>
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				That same brow descended, his expressive features giving way to a sort of soba rage, sweat lining the top of his forehead, whilst he tried to sustain diplomatic upstanding. This however may have been better left to the diplomats and not the war fanatic. None the less, he would do his duty to sustain his paycheck, “The reasoning of this meeting …” Nefarious paused, having sworn he heard the rather faint voice of a young man under all that protective armour, “Would you mind removing your headpiece, so that I might look upon the face of my adversary?” he continued, his curious getting the better of him as he continued to sit and observe the figure from his side of the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 23:27:05</strong>
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				"I do not remove my helm in public Sir, it is a matter of custom and honour, my face is of no importance, you know of my standing and that is all you need to know."<br>Geliefd did not even hessitate nor did the War Lord move from the point of the meeting.<br>"Now please.....continue..."
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>06-03-2006, 23:49:15</strong>
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				Nefarious’s tolerance had just about hit rock bottom, he could feel the murderous intent building up, becoming a knot in the back of his skull, twisting, like concrete melding into rubber, a feeling of intense desire, like an addiction of sorts. Amber orbs sighting the man opposite him once again, “Take it off …” he argued, swallowing the ample amounts of moisture in the back of his throat, his fingers rattling gently against the table. <br><br>Turning in his seat as he moved one leg to settle across the corner of the table, the other following close behind, resuming a position of domination and power, his shoulders relaxing and giving way into the rigid comforts of the chair, “It dishonours my …” he paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes at the man, “integrity”.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 00:06:59</strong>
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				Voice calm and measured, Geliefd stood.<br>"Then I will offend you no longer, I will leave and we will meet upon the battle field upon the morrow."<br><br>The war lord's head is tilted for a moment, in a short bow.<br>"It is a shame that one such as yourself cuts short a meeting, that he himself called, because he could not get his own way." 
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 00:20:17</strong>
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				He had always hated politics and diplomacy, categorising both as cowardice, and likewise his inability to handle either was naturally apparent, as he too stood, instead however to barricade Geliefd from leaving, “Fine …” he groaned, that same paycheck slipping through his mind, “To the matter at hand” he continued, elevating his shoulders and sustaining a somewhat upper-class posture, his chin held relatively high, and his arms at ease, straight by his sides. <br><br>“My superiors tell me a truce is best for the state of our country, our people are tired of war, of endless carnage, day and night, we propose a cease fire between our two nations” He regarded, moving away from the door as to allow him freedom of choice.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>07-03-2006, 00:40:50</strong>
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				Geliefd sat back down, sitting and looking straight forward, ignoring the fact that Nefarious was now stood behind.<br>"And the terms are?"<br>The War Lord new that the enemies nation was at the brink of a civil war, this being the last ditch effort to quell the growing unrest, the upper hand was Geliefd's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 00:29:36</strong>
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				Nefarious removed a small piece of parchment from his sleeve, trouncing over to the opposite side of the table, “The terms?” he regarded, unwrapping the parchment and directing his attention towards its literature. “Have your men drop arms and flee from our lands, release our officials, free our resource lines and have your leader meet with mine at a mutual establishment” he continued, seating himself again, “And might I ask?” Nefarious urged once more, tilting his head aside and leaning it against his hand “Why do you persist in wearing that helmet?” 
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 07:25:40</strong>
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				"Ah.....I see....So you want the stronger side to capitulate? You want my countrymen to drop their arms and flee <em>YOUR</em> lands, the lands that we had stolen from us?"<br><br>The War Lord sat back in the chair, pointedly ignoring the question of the helm.<br>"And you wish our Most Beloved Queen to meet up with the man who had her husband ambushed and slaughtered so that she may do this?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 16:41:16</strong>
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				Un-interest had already begun to influence Nefarious, as he shuffled further into the rigid, broad arms of his chair, foot lifting to rest casually across the corner of the table. “And what of our king, the only pure, un-tainted politician in all of Astari, whom was shot attempting to cross the boarders from our land into yours …” he argued, his head tilting slightly in Geliefd’s direction, “By rogues, whom your own country couldn’t control!” Nefarious continued, lifting his other leg over the first, shifting slightly as he continued to watch his opponent. 
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 17:07:01</strong>
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				"I am not here to discuss those matters. Though I will say this."<br><br>The War Lord stood up.<br>"The thieves and cut throats, a mixture of your nations and ours, who attacked your King, while riding through our lands unanounced, were routed and severely dealt with and they were what they were, not a troupe of your Kings men, set to murder another nations Monarch."<br><br>Geliefd, turned.<br>"I will leave now and when there is something worth while to discuss you know where to find me."<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 17:35:18</strong>
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				“Kings men? Our king was a man of the church, a politician and man of peace” he chuckled, removing his crown and placing it on the table, “Our queen is the one with all the power,” Nefarious continued, tongue sliding from amongst wrinkled, dry lips, a sort of exotic tone in his voice, “She is like an elegant, immortal goddess …” he paused, instituting control over his emotions. <br><br>“Besides, we are but warriors … men of arms, our work is not political, why should we fight?” he continued, instigating what control he has over his adversary, however little that might be.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 17:47:22</strong>
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				"I know why I fight War Lord Nafarious, to prevent you saiting your bloodlust upon the people of my nation."<br>Walking to the tent's doorway, Geliefd, turned back and nodded.<br>"I will inform the Queen of your demands, though I know now what she will say."<br><br>Walking out into the daylight, the War Lord's horse was brought forward. 
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 21:25:58</strong>
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				His patience had come as far as it was going to, the lust for blood depriving him of his humanity, “And on the morrow, blood shall spill out across both our lands” he regarded, “Is that really what your queen desires?” Nefarious continued, that same sadistic grin taking shape. “To see all her pathetic men perish?” Removing his feet from where they lay, as he stood and paced out into the basking sun, “Like pigs to the slaughter?” he gently whispered into Geliefd’s ear.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 21:44:00</strong>
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				"No, a truce has been called. The first stage has come to an impass, I have refused your terms on behalf of the Queen."<br>The War Lord leant towards Narfarious, piercing blue eyes staring back at him through the helm's viser, whispering back.<br>"And I believe that your pigs are being slaughtered at a much quicker pace Nafarious, or these talks&nbsp; would not have taken place."
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:30:55</strong>
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				Nefarious chuckled sincerely, “Oh? I think you misunderstand our countries intent” he regarded, resting a hand on Geliefd’s shoulder “You see, we aren’t as concerned about our men, as per say, you are”, gently wiping away a tear that had congregated at the side of his left eye, “No, no … They are but dogs of war, knowing only one truth on the battlefield” Nefarious continued, moving closer towards Geliefd, “Kill or be killed”. Incorporating sleight of hand tactics, as to swiftly remove Geliefd’s headgear.
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				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 22:52:44</strong>
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				She blinked against the brightness off the sunlight, as the helm was pulled roughly from her head, her Raven black hair falling down onto her shoulders in damp tendrals.<br><br>Unmoved, Queen Amhara, Geliefd of her people, turned to face Nefarious, her ice blue eyes giving away no hint of how she felt.<br>"War Lord Nefarious, you have broken the truce, we meet on the battle field at dawn tomorow."<br>She held out her hand.<br>"My helm if you please."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 23:20:05</strong>
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				Dropping the helm from which it was recently held, as he took a step back, the sunlight having blinded his original perception of the woman, “Heh? … Hehe” Nefarious couldn’t find the words adequate of this occasion; he was speechless, apparent in his Amber eyes, which merely twitched in disarray. <br><br>“Your majesty, why would you risk your life by coming out here, to meet a mere combatant?” he regarded, lifting a brow as a line of sweat slid down his forehead, “You realise, of course …This puts you in serious danger, right?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>08-03-2006, 23:47:12</strong>
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				"I am War Lord, Geleid of my people, I have been in battle by their sides since the death of my husband."<br>She swooped her arm down and with practiced grace, picked up her helm from where he had dropped it.<br>"But perhaps, War Lord, your assault upon my person has put you in danger?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 01:36:35</strong>
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				“If only that were the case, your majesty … if only” Nefarious snickered, moving to grip something from behind his waist, “However, do you really think, you have what it takes to kill a demon?” The sound of metal being unsheathed echoed tediously throughout the air, that gentle volume radiating the brilliance of his sword.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“However, I welcome your attempts” Nefarious continued, shifting his left foot forward, with his right slightly bent, the sword in his right hand, held horizontally above his head. The tip burying slightly downward towards his scalp, whilst his left hand would rise to meet the one above his head in a sort of scissor like impression. This type of stance being well known by Nefarious’s adversaries for its exceptional parrying properties, “Its been a while since I played with a woman” he continued, his features expressing the word “woman”, quite fondly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 01:54:00</strong>
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				Amhara stood motionless for a moment, then looking as though she were going to draw her own sword, whipped her helm up and around, aiming for Nefarious' head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 03:01:36</strong>
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				Amber eyes follow the contours of Amhara’s figure, picturing her every curve and wrinkle, his lids narrowing gently whilst blocking out all else around her. Having yet to close his eyes since lowering himself into this form, each movement in her body causing him to twitch with interest, his attention shifting to where her sword lay. Movement sparked his attention again, tilting his head, whilst bending the sword diagonally downward and to his left side, ricocheting the helm away again, his free hand moving to jab at the woman’s gut. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 03:15:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As his attention was taken by the helm, Amhara, her sword still in it's scabbard, pulled out a heavy mace and knocking his hand away from her, then swiftly bringing it up into his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 03:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Snapping his hand away again upon reacting to the offence Amhara just committed with her mace, that of which tore away the underside of his palm, his blade whipping back round as he took a pace backward and sliced through the extended arm, holding the mace, intending to remove one of her limbs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 03:49:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She braced herself as she saw the sword striking through towards her arm.<br>It struck her just below the elbow, biting into the chain maile she wore, she would have a very painful arm for a few days, but nothing more. She road the blow, twisting as she did turning herself fast, using the momentum to strike out with her long bladed knife and follow with yet another blow with her mace.<br>Behind them, she could hear the sound of fighting and horses, guessing that both sides were attempting to come the their leaders aid, but she paid it no head and concentrated on attack and defence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 03:58:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently close combat suited her majesty quite efficiently, what with the flexibility of her body in comparison to the bulk of his own, as he continued to wade backwards, her first hit missing him as he moved back, tilting his body weight slightly. Then as the mace came round he’d whip his sword back around, using the cross-guard to forfeit each of their attacks, his free hand jabbing in again, however this time a concealed blade, that had been tucked away into his sleeve, emerged into his fingertips as he intended on gutting her from her lower hip regions, from there he’d be able to gut her entire upper abdomen region in a single whip of his blade. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 04:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She continued her onslaught never faultering, always moving forward, looking for an oppertunity to wound, no, insensed by an attack upon her under truce, she looked for an oppertunity to kill.<br>As he bent to strike her low, his knife again slashing at metal under her tunic, she brought the butt of the mace down as hard as she could onto the back of his head as she slashed at his shoulder with her knife. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 04:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What with the cross-guard still being forced against the mace, the movement to attack him with the butt was halted by the guard once again, jarring up into the hilt of the weapon, barricading any assault to his crown. Then with the 2nd assault directed at his shoulder, and what with the blade not getting past her chain-mail, he’d forfeit his offence in order to tumble out of the way, landing at Adhara’s rear, standing and proceeding to grapple both her arms, pulling tightly at them as to relinquish her grip on both weapons.. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>09-03-2006, 04:54:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Realising that he had grabbed her with both arms, she assumes that unless this man had more than two hands, her had dropped his sword.<br>The pain in her injured arm increases ten fold, the injured muscle screaming out at her, making her right hand useless, unable to fight against him or use the mace. <br>Twisting her blade round to stick out towards him, she uses all of her strength to force herself back onto him, pushing them both off balance as she does.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>13-03-2006, 00:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Indeed, he may have discarded his primary weapon; however his handicaps weren’t nearly as bad as hers. And like many others he had slain in such a manner, this was of course, just another damsel seeking her heroine; she’d soon join the many alike to taste his steel. Not without being broken before hand however … <br><br>Removing his left arm from where it restrained hers, his right operating the recent space, “Your ass looks mighty fine from this angle, your majesty” Nefarious regarded, amber orbs catching sight of her dagger, as he stepped to one side in time to dodge the majority of her intentions, the dagger having only sliced the front panel of his breast plate, the cut visible but not fatal. <br><br>Whilst her weight against his managed to bring them both to the ground, he’d make quick timing of handling the weapon from her left, meanwhile his free hand would squeeze tightly at her injury. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 00:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite herself, she called out in pain as he pressed hard upon the injured arm, still struggling and trying to get away from him.<br>Gritting her teeth she snarled through the pain and effort of her struggle.<br>"So, you have bettered me War Lord, what will you do now? Kill me in front of both your men and mine?"<br>She turned her head towards the sound of thundering hooves as both parties charged towards them.<br>"Then be known as the coward who broke the truce and caused the filthiest most bloody war betweenour two nations?"&nbsp; <br>Amhara stifled a howl of pain as she attmepted to twist from his grasp.<br>"You think that your people have nothing to live for? Mine will die gladly to avenge the death of their Most Beloved"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>16-03-2006, 22:39:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“And mine will die, merely because it is my will” he regarded, tongue rolling up across the side of Amhara’s neck, “They will die, so that I can live” engaging a wicked laugh, his nails digging deeper into her shoulder. <br><br>Meanwhile, the stress of war continued to flourish, one after another, men would continue to fall, from one country to the next, each would die the same. Cries of pain, echoing in the distance, plaguing the blood spilt lands with an eerie, cold fatigue. <br><br>Two stray arrows descend upon the two warlords, landing in sync with one another, the first by Nefarious’ head and the second at his feet, nearest Amhara’ left shoulder. The apparent fright causing nefarious to roll away to safety, leaving his opponent to her own devices, whilst he tumbled to his feet, picking up his once discarded sword in the process. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 14:40:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he rolled to the right, away from the arrows path, she rolled into it and away from him, breaking the arrows shaft as she passed over it.<br>Despite the pain in her arm, she moved quickly half crouched, picking up her mace as she ran, whistling for her horse. <br>Amhara chanced a glance up at the fighting around her, trying to spot one of her standards, it was impossible, it seems as though both sides had called in reenforcements and it was chaos.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 16:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh, come now, your majesty!” Nefarious grumbled, having expected more from the woman who not so long ago claimed she’d take his life, “You’ll run, at the expense of all your beloved men?” frowning on her behalf, licking the underside of his bottom lip, before expelling a whistle of his own. Pausing for a few seconds, whilst his steed trotted casually up to his side, mounting, as he proceeded out towards where she had been fleeing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 16:26:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not fleeing"<br>She grunted as she too mounted, grimacing in pain as she took the reigns, she spurred on her horse.<br>"Helping"<br>Charging head first into a group of Nafarious' men she smashes her mace down and onto any who have the missfortune of being near enough as she attempts to make a pathway through and back to her army.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 17:34:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Distancing himself from Amhara, he’d remove the spare bow attached to his steed, reducing his speed even further, so that he merely trotted. Nocking an arrow against the bow, pulling it back and slightly angling it into the sky, releasing it seconds afterwards. The arrow screeching through the air, ascending higher and higher, before plummeting back down towards where it would meet with the horses throat/neck, an instant dismount if the shot was successful. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 17:59:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The horse under her screamed as it crumpled from under her, an arrow in it's shoulder causing in to fall to it's knees.<br>Amhara was sent carreering over it's head, flipping over and landing hard on her back.<br>The wind knocked out of her, she gasped trying to force air back into her lungs, for the moment helpless, unable to move or defend herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 20:56:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trotting in a rather casual manner, Nefarious merely slid from the top of his mount, landing at Amhara’s side. “Curious?” he’d question, lifting a brow as he nocked another arrow, sliding the string back and aiming the bow diagonally from his hip, “Why do you fight?” his wrist snapping away, releasing the string. The arrow finding its way towards her ‘good’ arm, if it were to hit, she’d be disarmed for the remainder of the battle.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 21:09:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still trying and failing, to drag air into her lungs all she could do was watch as he stepped towards her, raising his bow, notching the arrow, seeing it was barbed and heavy enough to pierce her maile at this distance. Sure that the arrow was aimed at her throat, she closed her eyes. <br><br>The sudden pain in her left arm shocked her into taking a gasping breath she tried to rise in reflex, the pain burning through her arm as the arrow, embedded into the ground under her, tore further into and through her flesh.<br>Amhara screamed, the pain in both arms to great to bare, then all was black.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 23:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting his head as he merely stared at her, “Heh, she passed out?” frowning, whilst lowering the bow against his hip, moving his heel to weight against her right foot, pushing down until her toes would embed themselves into the soft turf. <br><br>Another stray arrow, shot past his ear, the fletching ripping through his upper left lobe, bringing blood to the surface. Turning immediately in reaction to the pain, an enemy soldier bearing a large sword had been running at him from across the battlefield, the arrow hadn’t been a stray this time, as he raised his bow and drew another arrow instantaneously, and within a flash the serrated tip was resting motionless on the other side of the mans throat. <br><br>This wasn’t the place to be dealing with such ‘personal’ matters, the chaos was becoming more and more advanced, troops seemingly pouring in from all angles of the battlefield, the only partially un-crowded areas were the forests to the east, leading into the mountains. As he resumed his attention on the queen, moving to pick her up and sling her over the side of his mount, climbing on afterwards and fleeing off to the east, at least there he’d be able to lose all the unwanted interference. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2006, 23:48:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How he managed to get through the thick of the battle, under the noses of her troups and leave the fields she would never know.<br>Amhara came round for a short time, enough to realise the she was being carried by someone on horse back, the arrow, still imbedded in her upper arm pushed and jarred against the horses shoulder, she felt sick and dizzy through pain and loss of blood, feeling the thick stickiness under her maile and welled in her gauntlet. <br>Another cry of pain as the arrow is twisted and wrenched sideways as it comes in contact with the horse again and she sinks back into unconciousness once more.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 00:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching the mountain path, as he steered the horse down into a narrow route, exiting onto a river bank and steep slope leading down to a cave, the thick of the forest behind them, yet, not quite free of the cavalry that had followed them this far, three horseback riders with longs spears and swords. <br><br>Dismounting, as he slung Amhara over his shoulder, staggering down the slope to where he’d lay her down just inside the cave entrance, his bow ready at his side, as he nocked another arrow across the bowstring, pulling on it and aiming towards the path entrance, lids narrowing and centring on the opening. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 00:40:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had come to again as he pulled her off his horse, too weak to even call out, never mind struggle.<br>She felt him lay her down, biting her lip against the pain, to prevent herself from calling out, as the arrow yet again moved in her arm, opening the wound once more.<br><br>Amhara felt him move away from her, heard the familier noise of a bow being readied.<br>Opening her eyes, trying to focus, she saw what he was doing, obviously those who followed were not his men, she waited, judging how far her feet were away from him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 01:02:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first of the horsemen appeared from out of the shroud, falling almost immediately after visibility, accompanied by a loud screech, having been the first to taste one of Nefarious’ serrated arrows. Alarmed by the sound, the other two-horseman dash out from the forest, greeted by a second and third arrow, both embedding themselves in the first of the two men. Leaving just the one soldier to contend with … 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 01:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Too exhausted from lack of blood and pain, she can't move as he lets fly his arrows, only managing as he prepares to fire upon the last man.<br>With great effort she raises both her knees and kicks hard at the small of his back.<br>Then allows them to fall, the last of her energy gone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 02:05:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyeing down his opponent, the last effective interference between him and his goal, blood stained hands reaching for another arrow, only to be brought to his knees. Having been kicked hard enough from the rear so that his body literally folded forwards, producing a massive advantage for his two remaining adversaries. <br><br>Bending his knees back into a sort of crouched posture, his head twisting towards where the horseman had now approached him, his weight giving way again as the mans spear shot passed the left side of his face, fortunately missing his head by a few inches. Grabbing the spear by the shaft, as he held it tightly and tugged down fiercely, as the man reared back on his steed and did much the same, the serrated tip cutting through Nefarious’ palm and freeing itself of his grasp. <br><br>Grimacing from the wound, he’d swing round beneath the horses neck, unsheathing his sword as he whipped it out across the arteries and tendons that seemingly bare themselves to him, the horses throat spilling out across the ground, causing the man to dismount and fall to his demise. Stepping over the gradually suffocating steed, he’d make his way to the soldier, whom by this point was fumbling for a weapon of any sorts, “Pathetic, rat!” he snapped, whipping the blade back round and stroking it across the mans forehead, taking his life immediately. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 02:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amhara could do no more to help, her energy spent, she lay listenoing to the choke of the horse and last gasps of life from her men.<br>Her arms and upper body felt cold and numb now, laying in an increasing pool of her own blood, she contented herself with the fact that soon she would be reunited with her murdered husband and at last allowed to rest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 02:22:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Loosely holding the hilt between his thumb and index finger as he gently swung the blade down, the excess blood slipping off its sheen surface, as he brought it back round and slid it gently back into its sheath. Pacing over towards where Amhara lay, frowning disapprovingly “Your dieing, aren’t you ...” he regarded, stepping out in front of her, a brow lofted across one eye as he peered down at her state.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 02:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She coughed, managing with effort to lift her head slightly, enough to show the hatred and disgust on her face.<br>"I.....hope.....so....."<br>Amhara dropped her head back heavily onto the dirt under her, taking a gasp of air, so that she could speak again.<br>"So that........I.....may come.......and haunt you......"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 02:47:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting his head as he leant down in front of her, blood still trickling off his palm and down his fingertips, “this wont bode well with my advisors …” frowning as he lifted her chin with his spare hand, amber slits narrowing as he gazed at her features. Brows elevating, as he stood back up and expelled a sort of sigh, “Well, nothing else to do but to fix you up” he continued, pacing back over to his steed, removing a small bag of sorts and then pacing back over to her.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 03:10:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She attempted to pull her head away from him but had no strength left, the shudder she felt was one of cold and disgust.<br>As he let it drop, she felt the now familier pain from her wound, burnign into her arm.<br>At least she could still feel.......
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 15:39:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kneeling a few feet away from where she lay, his good hand resting against the fletching of his arrow, as he levered it slightly and then snapped it upwards, the serrated tip scraping downward and into the rock face behind her. Discarding the half in his hand, as he moved closer and resumed with removing the remaining end, cradling her body against his shoulder whilst he did. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 15:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She called out in pain feeling her flesh torn once again, what should have been an anguished scream, was no more than a low whimper and gasp of pain through gritted teeth.<br>Then the pain receded as the arrow came free, fresh blood dripping from the wound both sides, Amhara almost sighing with the relief of it's removal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 16:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Observing the structure of the wound would be of no use with all this armour on, as he proceeded in removing any buckles or restraints that held her upper-body fabrics together, pulling them away afterwards to gaze at the bare, regal flesh that she wore beneath. Blood seemingly painted across her upper shoulder, leading down that half of her chest and further down her body, “This could have all been avoided, you know?” he regarded, acting as if all of this was her own doing. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 16:08:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes.......it could........have...."<br>No longer caring what he did, nor able to stop him if she had. Licking her lips she took a breath meaning to speak loud and clearly, instead it came out as a wavering whisper.<br>"You need not.... have touched..... me....nor my.....helm......." <br><br>She shivered, a cold breeze touching her bare skin, causing it to goose pump.<br>"Cold........so......cold....." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 16:13:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I dislike being lied to,” he claimed, removing a blanket and some medical aids from his side-bag, “Your helmet represented a lie” wrapping the blanket round the part of her shoulder he would tend, pouring the medical fluid across the fabric and into her open wound. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 16:34:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit her lip and whined as they fluid touched her open wound, stinging and burning it's way deep into her arm answering his comment through gritted teeth.<br>"There.......was no.....lie......."<br>Amhara paused gasping for breath, fighting against the wave of pain.<br>"Know....thigh enemy.....if you had thought.....you would have ..... known who......The Beloved.....was......" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 16:44:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Geliefd?” Raising a brow as he removed the cloth from her wound, “That’s my point, exactly” he continued, removing a set of needles and similar instruments from his side-bag, setting them down between him and Amhara. Taking one of the needles and threading it accordingly, his brow softening over one eye as he looked at her with a sort of sympathetic expression.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>18-03-2006, 17:13:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is...a title....I have had....since I ...became....Queen....it is no.....secret."<br>She closed her eyes for a moment, catching her breath, feeling faint with the effort of speaking, then turned to see what he was doing.<br>"Don't have sympathy.......just....do it......I have had worse wounds........"<br>Amhara gritted her teeth and waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>21-03-2006, 22:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tracing her expressions, eyeing the contours leading down her neck and across her ample breasts, the numerous blood stained blotches discolouring her naturally regal skin, to where his knees met with hers. “Tch, Such a waste” he’d remark, removing his belt and feeding the leather end into her mouth, “Bite on this”. <br><br>Freely removing any needle that happened to find its way to his fingertips, his other hand un-reeling thread as he began threading the end, with his index finger placed nearest the point, he would move to push gently at one end of the wound, his free hand gripping her arm tightly as the needle penetrated her flesh.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>21-03-2006, 23:45:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She pulled the belt out of her mouth using her free hand, the movement reminding her that both of her arms we injured, in reality, the one he worked on was the least painful.<br>She screwed up her eyes and gasped, then made an effort to throw the belt as far away as she possibly could, not that far at all. <br>Laying her head back down in the dirt of the cave, still breathing heavily, she managed to speak, her voice still weak, but less shaken now.<br>"Just do it damn you man, as I have said far worse has happened to me."<br>Turning her head away from him, showing no more than the odd whince, Amhara lay as he stitched the wound. <br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 00:12:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hmph, You surprise me more and more …” Nefarious regarded, having made a single stitch, as he looped back around and proceeded to place the needle against her flesh once more, several inches down from the previous.<br><br>“Your majesty” Forcing the needle back through as he laced that part of her arm, doing so several times to form a sort of patch of thread, tying the end of afterwards. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 00:28:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't the most gentlest of surgeons, but Amhara, held steady, her lip enough to bite back the pain.<br>When he had finished the top of the wound she turned so he could sew the underside of her arm, a far more tender area and a far larger wound.<br>The pain almost overwhelming in her other arm, she intended to focus upon that when&nbsp; he began to stitch again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 01:02:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Setting the needle aside, having discarded the spare thread, as he started a new line and began threading a second needle, “When we return, I best get a high ransom on your head” regarding cheeringly, having an apparent lack of social skills. <br><br>Shuffling round to face her side as he leant her across his lap, progressing onto the rear part of the wound, brow elevated as he started a new stitch. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 01:11:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To weak to move herself or to complain, she allowed him to move her as he wished, whincing and gasping with pain, an involuntery whimper passing her lips.<br>Laying with her eyes closes, her brow furrowed with pain, she managed to answer him.<br><br>"I am sure.....War..Lord...you will get exactly......what you ......desserve."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 23:37:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Indeed, death and I shall meet one of these days” Resuming the stitch back and forth, creating another patchwork across that part of her shoulder, “But not of this hour” he snickered, arrogance ever so fluent in his tone. Moving the needle away again, tugging gently on the tread as it split, tying the end off and discarding the spare length. <br><br>“There, that’ll hold through on that side” lifting her from his lap, hand conveniently cupping her ample left breast.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>22-03-2006, 23:58:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She ignored the insult of him laying his hands upon her in such a manner, after all she was not in a fit state to do anything about it.<br>Gritting her teeth with the pain from her shoulder, feeling the bones grind together with every slight move, Amhara drew in a deap breath and try to speak evenly.<br>"Now would you care to do something about my dislocated shoulder?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 13:10:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A moment of perversity possessed his state of mind if only for a few seconds, replenishing his memory of acts and scenes played out in the past, eyeing over her figure as he softly removed his hand from her chest. Easing his way around to her other side, as he went about lifting her arm onto his lap, doing so with care and consideration of Amhara’s condition, a sort of half-bred bond growing between the two war-lords, respect perhaps of each others abilities and accomplishments. <br><br>Basing his left hand at her elbow with his right gently cradling her wrist, then with a sudden tug he relieved the joints of each other, as they fitted gently back into place, dropping her arm back onto his lap. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 13:38:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She howled in pain, her face crumpled into a mask of agony, biting her lip as she turned her head away from him. <br>A wound being stitched she could bare, without much sound, but the sharp deap pain of bones grating and muscles being pulled apart, she could not, but she felt no shame, she had seen the most powerful and most valiant, cry like babes in arms, from such an injury.<br>She held her breath for a moment while the pain receided to a more controllable level, then turned back to him. <br>"I thank you War Lord, for tending to my wound and injury."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Strife</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 15:33:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lofting a brow in response to her apparent outgoing courtesy, distancing himself by a pace as he progressed to his feet, “Just correcting my deeds” sighing in accordance, as he leant down again. Handling amhara’s mail as he passed it to her, recognising the lack of heat in this rather dank, partial area, the sound of combat still sounding strongly in the distance …&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I expect they’ll be coming for you soon” Continuing in a rather eased tone, bearing little distress over the matter, tending his hand still, the blood having settled around the wound, which was still open and exposed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warlords &amp; Witches (Strife+Elvi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elvi</strong> on <strong>23-03-2006, 15:57:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the tunic off him she struggles to put it back on, both her arms complaining as she had to twist them to get them into&nbsp; the sleeves.<br>Trying to calm her breath and the beating of her heart she too listens to the battle, a small smile on her lips as she hears the odd battle cry she recognises.<br>"Yes, I am sure they will, if any others saw where you took me."<br><br>She looked down at the body of the last of the men he had killed.<br>"The young one there is Sir Aden, he has looked after his mother and brothers and sisters since his father was killed. I only knighted him three days ago and he was to be married in two days time. After all the struggle he has been through, he was truely happy." <br>Amhara bowed her head.<br>"His name will be added to the role of honour and his family cared for, I will not forget that he died trying to save me."&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
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