Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)
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				Title: <strong>Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 11:09:18</strong>
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				Once upon a time, there existed two nation neighboring to each other. Both were founded and ruled by great men and since time immemorial have been allies, when one of the kingdom were attacked the other one came to aid and vice versa. However, it wasn't until recently that one of the kingdom had taken a more aggressive stance, attacking the more weaker nation in order to expand it's territory and power. Day by day the diplomatic relationship of these two nation deteriorates as the aggressive kingdom becomes more powerful until the reign of a queen where this nation declares itself an empire and she declares herself its first Empress. The other kingdom, Merennia was quick to bolster its defenses for an upcoming war that they had anticipated and they were right, a few months after the Empress's proclamation, the great empire attacked the kingdom of Merennia.<br><br>The Kingdom of Merennia wasn't fully prepared for such a large scale war and her armies fell, every week or so, news delivered of a city captured, a town razed to the ground and an entire regiments of an army wiped out, Merennia was on a brink of losing the war. Seeing as there is no other way, the King of Merennia, Mark III set forth with his eldest son, the crown prince Eldath, to meet the Empress and her legions, leaving behind the King's youngest son, Prince Ren II. Prince Ren was a bright young man but one who is less aggressive than his father and brother, a scholarly type he despise this war and has been for a very long time to try and dissuade his father from going to war and choose a more diplomatic ways to settle things.<br><br>Then came a news, that his father's army had been defeated, the last chance for Merennia to turn back the legions of the empire was crushed. The king and the crown prince was killed in the battle and the news brings deep despair throughout the empire, Merennia has fallen. The coronation of Prince Ren was dome hastily as not to leave the throne empty for too long and soon the young, inexperienced and naive prince became a king, the last king of Merennia. Fortune however appears to have favored them, or so they thought when an envoy of the Empress came to the capital of Merennia, bringing a plan for a truce, it would seem the empire was tired of the war as well and would like to end it but with terms that only a king can signed, eager to end the war, Prince Ren quickly set out to the designated place of meeting, against the advice of the council for fear it may be a trap.<br><br>A few miles to the north of Verilith, capital of Merennia lies a barren and empty road in the middle of a huge green pastures. Fifty men was seen, riding upon their steed and clad in scale armor seems to be escorting this one figure at the head of the march. The young man in his twenty's stands at five foot and nine inches from the ground, with black short hair and blue sapphire eyes, his skin-tone light brown, being away most of the time in library or scholar institution, he had rather normal body build unlike his brother who has a well toned and muscled body, still Prince Ren is a handsome young man who has had many admirers amongst princesses of neighboring kingdoms. <strong>"M'lord, I still don't think this is a wise idea, the empress should never be trusted, and you are the last heir of King Mark, should anything happen to you..."</strong>, said a general riding at the right hand side of the prince, now a king. King Ren turns towards the seasoned general and put on a faint smile, <strong>"perhaps...but this is the only chance at peace we have, and right now we have nothing to lose, might as well take this opportunity, hmm?"</strong>, and they rode on heedless of the danger that may lurk not too far from their current position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 12:15:26</strong>
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				In this culture it was generally strange for a woman to be in charge.&nbsp; It was even stranger for an empire ruled by a woman to cultivate such military might.&nbsp; How Victoria came into power, there was some mystery around the edges but the basic story started with a young and vibrant king who took her as his wife. He had an early death and Victoria took the unprecedented move of taking the throne and ruling Zara herself. As the ruler of this nation, she took a more aggressive stance and sought ways to expand the power of her nation. This was how she became Empress, and the desire to expand her empire was how they became entrenched in their current war. <br><br>The war that they were waging was against a neighboring kingdom, previous friends of theirs. They thought it would be over when they had killed the two men from the ruling family but then Prince Ren II came to power. The other two had not made Victoria think twice, but this new, handsome and virile young prince had caught her attention. It was only a matter of time until Zara had smashed Merennia into the ground and this interesting twist made her reconsider, and to hatch a plan.&nbsp; She sent her messengers with news and offerings of a peace treaty for the small nation of Merennia, but the king had to come into her domain to sign it.&nbsp; They had proven their military might and did not give the King any other choice, and as she expected her messengers came back with good news, that they were accepting the offer and were on their way.<br><br>Sitting on her thrown, Victoria had advised her generals to continue with a heavy defense of their territories, but to calm down on the offensive tactics while they were 'negotiating.'&nbsp; The newly inducted King was supposed to be arriving at any time now, and Victoria could feel the anticipation building.&nbsp; She was feared and loved throughout her nation, terrifying, beautiful and cold.&nbsp; Today she wore a rich, wine red gown with black and cream accents, and a built in corset to enhance her figure.&nbsp; It made a very striking contrast to her porcelain white skin. Her dark, waist length hair was curled and being worn down today. She also wore her crown, and a sword at her waist. She had gotten the business taken care of today and now there was only to wait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 14:36:14</strong>
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				The journey to the capital of the Zara empire took two days, by using an airship at one of the remaining outpost still firmly in Merenaz's grasp, they were able to cover large distance every hour through the use of the airship and soon, the royal entourage found themselves upon the massive metropolis of the empress's seat of power. The young king could hear a few of his personal guard spits off the deck in disgust by the sight before them, but after recent war and devastation wrought by the empire, it was only normal for them to react that way, <strong>"men, I know how you feel about Zara, but we are here to negotiate peace, so mind your manners while we are here"</strong>, he fears that his men would not be able to held their contempt for their enemy and jeopardize the peace negotiations so these few days the young king had to continuously keep reminding his men.<br><br>Suddenly, a man in his forty, well armed from the neck to his foot with ornate iron armor walked right beside the king, the man bore a large scar across his right eye and his rugged face shows that he's a man of war, experienced in battle and had taste bloodlust in each one, <strong>"m'lord, we are at the capital of Zara, here we are defenseless and I suspect m'lord...that there's something shadowy about this whole affair, do not trust the Empress, she's cunning whore who delighted at other's suffering"</strong>, he then bowed his head before taking a few steps back from the king, leaving the king alone at the helm of the deck. Ren knew well how treacherous this Empress Victoria is, afterall she was the one responsible for the death of his brother and father yet the young king knows that his people and his nation takes priority over his hatred and vengeance.<br><br>The young king could only nod a few times, at this time it would be wise to heed every security advice given by his commanders and retainers. The airship landed upon the landing area, not too far from the grand palace of the empress and as expected there were a few of her highness's royal bodyguards waiting for the young king's arrival, prepared to escort him inside. Once they have landed, the royal entourage from Merennia were escorted almost like prisoners of war to the palace and then to the audience chamber where King Ren finally met the Empress herself. She was as beautiful as the rumors had told, the red gown that she adorned fits nicely to her figure but despite her beauty lies a cruel and calculating creature that almost destroy his own kingdom, <strong>"m'lady..."</strong>, he tilted his head a bit as a sign of respect but not to the point of bowing himself before her, <strong>"I am the current ruler of Merenaz, King Ren II and I am here about the peace treaty proposed by your side"</strong>. The king's royal guard began to relax their stance when they entered the audience chamber but far from relaxing, their eyes continuously scouting the hall for any possible threat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 11:09:30</strong>
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				Victoria's lips curved into a small, cruel smirk when she saw the King and his entourage arrive. This was going to be the most fun that she had had in quite some time, she could tell already. <br><br>Her orders before the King had arrived to her men had been very clear, and her men knew exactly what to do. Admittedly, as she watched all of the men enter she was impressed at their civility, it was forced, but it was still impressive given that her main past-time these last few months had been destroying everything that they held dear. Victoria stood as Ren approached her throne, smiling brightly she inclined her head a slight bit, acknowledging that he was a ruler as well. After he made his introduction, she smiled again, "Thank you for coming, as you probably surmised I am Empress Victoria of Zara.&nbsp; Your cooperation is appreciated and imperative for any progress for this situation that we're in right now." Making eye contact with the head of her guard, she nodded, signalling him to take the King by the throat, threatening his life with a blade. Keeping him in this position would make picking the rest of his guard off easy enough. "Keep in mind, any false moves and your King dies, gentlemen." Placing a bag over Ren's head, her guard set to the task of taking the Merennian soldiers away and killing them. <br><br>Sitting back down, she was pleased with the progress that they had made. The young King was still being held in her throne room, understandably distressed by now. "Your behavior directly effects how many more of your people die. I still have the intention of suggesting a peace, but&nbsp; you need to cooperate with me." Turning to look at her guard, "Take him to the chamber that's been prepared for him."<br><br>The room they would take him too was something of a modified prison cell. It still had the heavily locked doors, a small window with bars over it as well, and was made of stone.&nbsp; However, some pains had been taken to make it a bit more humane. The bed was much better than the typical prison cot, and there was also a facility for bathing, however there wasn't any means of privacy offered. In short, it was comfortable while still reminding him that he was her prisoner. The guard would lock him in there and let him settle in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 12:58:46</strong>
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				There was civility in the throne room, albeit the tensions between the two sides are running high the empress however did nothing to provoke King Ren's retainers and bodyguards but this would soon change. No sooner than her introduction, Empress Victoria signaled towards her guards and treachery took place afterwards, <strong>"on guards! we are under attacked"</strong>, however before Ren's closest bodyguard could react the Empress elite guards moved faster, quick to put the young king at a knife point, <strong>"you whore! you masked your trap with a peace treaty, have you no sense of honor!"</strong>, the young king said however none of it goes to the empress as she was quick to threaten the rest of the royal bodyguards that their king will be harmed if they attempted to resist.<br><br><strong>"Let me go scoun-"</strong>, before he could finish his sentence, a bag was placed over Ren's head, shutting him up instantly, the king's loyal bodyguard reacted to the action like a reflex almost reaching up for his sword to cut the empress's guard but he was stopped by the guard captain. The young king's fate is in the hands of the empress now, however a terrible fate awaits the king's retainers as they were stripped of their weapons and was escorted outside the palace, all of them won't be seeing the light of days any longer as they will be killed.<br><br>Muffled noise was all Ren could make as he was dragged to away by the guards, he heard her saying that she is still interested in a peace treaty, but he could guess that she would demand the Merenaz complete and unconditional surrender since their king is held hostage, however prior to coming here, Ren had ordered the council the to rule in his place if anything should happen to him and that they should not bow down to the empress should he be taken hostage. Suddenly, he was thrown into the prison cell, his hands and feet still tied up, he could do nothing but squirmed around until someone set him free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 09:29:23</strong>
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				Keeping the smile placed on her face, she stayed on her throne and watched as the scene unfolded. 'Whore,' he called her. Maybe, but he would have to be alot more creative if he wanted to call her something that may actually offend her, or at least register as something novel. She also didn't really care what his country, or his council was going to do in his absence, because her country had them in a strangle hold either way. <br><br>While she waited for news from both of her attendants who were taking care of... errands for her, she contemplated what her next move was going to be. Letting a tiny giggle escape her mouth, she thought of something that could be a masterstroke as far as morale was concerned. Sir Cart came into the room and gave a curt bow, informing her that the young king's retainers had all been disposed of. "Thank you very much sir. You are excused."&nbsp; Next Sir Bello came in, informing her that the King had been placed in his cell, left bound and blind until she saw fit to adjust his situation. Handing her the key ring, she smiled graciously, "Thank you, this is very good work. Back to your station." <br><br>After a few minutes, she stood up and took her sweet time wandering down to the dungeons, giving the cute little king time to adjust a little to his new surroundings.&nbsp; When she got there, she slipped inside of his cell, handing the keys to a guard so that the King wouldn't get any funny ideas. The Empress lifted up his body with a surprising amount of strength, and propped him sitting up on his bed. Yanking off the hood that they had placed on him, she left his hands and feet bound and stood back, interested to hear what he had to say about his treatment since he had entered her palace. Grinning, "Good morning young King, have your insults gotten more creative, or should I give you some more time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 10:30:44</strong>
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				For some time he was left in the dark, bound and his freedom taken away from him, there was nothing he could do but to worry about his loyal bodyguards and commanders, the young king knew well what was bound to happen to them, unlike him the Empress see no reason to keep them alive. A few muffled noise could be heard from the king's cell probably him protesting to his current treatment. Suddenly, he heard the cell door opens, someone came in, is it the jailor? is it his retainers coming to his rescue or is it the vile empress? At first he thought it was the jailor or perhaps the Empress's soldiers since their strength proved it so when he was yanked off his feet and bought to a sitting position on the bed, but in the end he saw the treacherous empress after his hood was took off.<br><br><strong>"You!..."</strong>, and he struggled again trying to free his arms and legs from the binds, but unfortunately to no avail at this point he would regret for not learning martial prowess like his brother and father, if he had enough strength he might be able to break free and perhaps harm the empress before her guards could arrive to help, he looked at her with contempt as he listen to her mocking him.<br><br><strong>"Honorless bitch and a whore queen, that's all you really are to me and my people, you dare use such lowly tactic to win the war..."</strong>, and he spit at her, perhaps his last resistance that he could offer, mayhap this would provoke her more or mayhap it would not but if he would strive to prooved to her that he is a tough nut to crack even if she tortures him, <strong>"...but then again, it is befitting for someone as lowly as you are, now what have you done to my men?!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 10:46:49</strong>
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				Crossing her arms over her chest, she listened as he had his tantrum.&nbsp; Her face hardened considerably when he spit on her, but it didn't make her lash out per se. It merely took the velvet lining off of what she had to say. In two long strides the Empress crossed the room towards him, burying her hand in his hair she wrenched his head back, a truly cruel smile carving itself onto her normally delicate features. "Let us a few things straight, I was using your title out of mere courtesy, but in here you are not royal. You have no claim to anything, let alone dignity. In here, your name is 'bitch' and you are mine."&nbsp; Tugging on his hair again, harder to make sure that he was paying attention. <br><br>"You think this was about winning that little dispute you called a war? At my word my soldiers will rain the hellfire down on your nation that we've been holding back this whole time. I don't give a damn about your country, the only reason it's lasted this long is because I was intrigued by it's darling little prince-turned-king."&nbsp; &nbsp;Using the hand that wasn't restraining his head, she wiped his spit off of her dress, and she smeared it across his mouth, rubbing it in before letting him go. <br><br>"Your men are dead. Your people will be too if you don't shut the fuck up and stop whining."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 11:44:28</strong>
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				Her insult doesn't seem to affect him, if it was perhaps his brother or father, proud and boisterous then perhaps they would be enraged and broke through the binding to snapped her neck instantly but Ren is the passive one amongst his family, spending time with his people has taught him much about humility and so his eyes looked at her with such discontempt, he yelped a bit when his hair was tugged behind and she smeared his spit back at his lips, he turned away the moment she tries to rub her fingers in, "little dispute you say...", his face reddens in anger, "your little dispute and your little war has caused so much suffering for me and my people, no, it is not just a little dispute".<br><br>Further enraging him was the fact that his men were all killed, the young king lowered his head to the floor, silenced by the news, "you bitch! you could've send them back home, released them since all you ever need is me, but you just had to satisfy your bloodlust did you", and then suddenly he became violence once more, struggling with much more strength then before, tugging his hand side to side and kicking his bound feets to the air in an attempt to free himself. After awhile of struggling he fell to the floor on his back, <strong>"I swear it, this is not the end, soon I'll cut off that pretty little head of yours and mount it on my wall!!"</strong>, there was so much hatred so much anger in the young king's voice that even he couldn't believe what he had just said.
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				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 21:31:52</strong>
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				She rather enjoyed the look on his face, like a small child realizing that the world wasn't fair, and trying to figure out what he could do about it. Arching an eyebrow and looking down at him, during his response to the well placed comment she had made. "It may not be a little dispute to you."<br><br>Laughing at the naive idea that she could have just let his men go, "Like I could really just set your men loose. They were like loyal puppies, and they would have caused all sorts of discomfort trying to valiantly save their little king." <br><br>Taking a step back as the fit that he was throwing came to a higher pitch.&nbsp; She had to try quite hard to not flat out giggle at the comical sight before her. At the moment he was trying to look his most mighty, he was yelling at the ceiling. Stepping around to look at his face again, smirking she commented, "So you admit that I'm pretty then."&nbsp; Before gesturing to the guard, who unlocked the cell door and let her out. Going in himself, he re-propped the chair up with the king in it, then left as well, locking the door behind him.
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				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 03:33:10</strong>
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				In a sense there is some truth in what she said, if she had let his men go then there's a high chance that they'll come back to rescue him but still, those men were amongst the loyal a king could ever had and most of them he had known since his childhood. He began to breathe furiously, staring with deep hatred towards her, <strong>"you're as pretty as a pig if that's what you're looking to hear..."</strong>, he smirked but suddenly realized that he had a slipped of words that granted her more pride over him and looks forward to spew even more vile words at her, <strong>"...and what a rotten heart you have, unbefitting to your appearance, you should've had a face like a hag"</strong>.<br><br>Then the Empress left, the guard came in, sat the young king onto the chair and then left him inside the cell alone again, <strong>"where are you going?! are you tired of me already?!"</strong>. He wasn't sure why but he felt that he had gained victory here, <em>'call me bitch will you, hah! I'll show you...'</em>, is what he thought, it seems nothing will happen to him today but his fate is about to turned for the worst, this is all just the beginning and he knows it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 07:57:40</strong>
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				It was almost impressive the amount of feeling the boy was able to portray just by looking irritated. She could tell that he really, truly abhorred her with no mistake whatsoever. It was fun at the same time though, his buttons were ridiculously easy to push She wondered how he got this far being in the public realm. All it took was one person finding your weak spot and then you'd go down in a hot second.<br><br>In reply to his comment about her heart, she made a mocking motion, clutching her breast as if he had hurt the very heart that he was insulting. The next second she merely grinned at him. "Yes, tired as one gets of a child throwing a tantrum."<br><br>Peeking back in through the bars as he yelled, she made sure to tell the guard to feel free to use the little king should he see fit, though he wasn't quite broken yet. He wasn't likely to do so, but it was always nice to make people a little bit less comfortable in situations like this.<br><br>She knew that this was going to be a gradual process, but in the meantime she had a real job that required her attention, and it was much more important than her plaything down in the dungeon. She would probably go down again in a little while, once she had a discussion with her advisors now that this phase of their plan had been completed. Before she met with them though, she went to her chambers and changed into something a bit more masculine, close fitting black riding pants with soft, worn looking leather boots that went up to her knees as well as a deep blue poets shirt. Tying her hair back from her face she knew that this made her look more striking and cruel. Given the times, she was the only woman in the kingdom who was allowed to dress in such a manner. Now she headed downstairs to meet and discuss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tale of a Fallen King(Sydonai/Lindra)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 15:52:45</strong>
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				It was becoming clear to the young king that none of his insult left any impression on her, if anything else it only serves to delight her more at his anguish and she mocks him in return with her gestures. She told him that she was indeed tired of his 'tantrum' and returns upstairs, <strong>"wait! come back here whore!!"</strong> and the empress left, leaving him and the jailor, he wasn't sure what would happen to him form this point on but one thing for sure even he understands his own value in this situation, she'll make him her hostage to gain unconditional surrender of Merennia this much he knows but he was wrong in that sense as it would seem that the Empress has a slightly different plan than what he had just thought up.<br><br>Ren sat there on the chair, his eyes staring at the corridor where she had left and after a few moments turn his gaze upon the jailor, unmoving at first. <strong>"...so now what? is this all she plans to do, holding me hostage? so unimaginative"</strong>, he said to the guard as he scoffed at the mere mention of the Empress. <strong>"you!"</strong>, he calls up to guard, <strong>"untie me and free me from this dungeon and I'll make sure you'll become richer than the wealthiest governor in my kingdom I swear it, you don't have to spend the rest of your life rotting in this dungeon"</strong>, the young king tries to persuade the jailor with promise of riches and fame but will it work?
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