02-28-2007, 11:54 PM
OOC:
Name: Hector III.
Age: 40.
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon.
Weapon: Brave Spear.
Appearance: Orange scaled dragon, he's the emperor because of his heritage. His body is completely bulk, he's a full-metal warrior from the red armor he posseses, made of the finest silver. He hasn't got any hair, his eyes are dark.
Rank: Emperor.
Musou Attack: Last Stand (Pierces foe with death stab in his or her vital point)
Kingdom: Shu.
IC:
A young tactician was summoned to the halls, where a heavy armoured, huge looking dragon sat on his throne, his face not covered at all by any ornament, nor protection, only his whole body engulfed in a silver sturdy looking set of armor.
The tactician was a small, frail looking panther in casual noble robes, "Y-Yes, milord?"
"Status of the Wei invasion" the dragon growled, holding his graceful lance on his left claw.
"It was a failure milord, the new recruits did not make it, archers were not what I should have asked for, there were many paladins and sorts, our mages were slain by wyvern riders like common animals, I..."
"Silence" Hector slammed the base of his spear on the floor, provoking a slight shake in the room, "It is the second time you have failed me and your people, your casualities are unforgivable, you are dismissed from your services of Tactician, you shall be sent to prison for your crimes."
"Crimes?! But I was following your orders!" the panther cried as he was already being pulled away by the guards.
"You did not do what I asked for, I commanded you to take the North installment of the Wei, you failed me, and doomed my best archers and mages."
The panther couldn't object, the Wei had slaughtered them, he was a lone survivor since he was the tactician. He was took to prison, inside a cell, his gloomy days had begun.
Emperor Hector III moved his vision to his main counsil, "Bring me a strategist, I'll promote him or her into our new tactician."
"Yes milord" the councelor nodded, bowed in a respectful manner, then left the hall.
Jenny was over-riding the skies, her vision roaming everywhere, a smile, even covered in her mask was evident. Yes, victory, over the Shu who planned invading them. She had slain all the mages by herself, the wyvern was a magical creature, and Ramsey was specially strong against any kind of magic. Still, it had proved to be a difficult engage, the archers were dangerous for air creatures like him, but the knights had taken care of all of them before a single arrow could reach him and his rider. "Good job Ramsey" Jenny said, petting his mascot's head, "Let's go to the stable, you need rest in case our leader needs us for tomorrow" she ordered, then Ramsey responded with a small roar, before speeding downwards.
There was Mark, riding his beautiful horse in the fields, he was more than sure he needed speed, his aiming was almost perfect, but without a quick approach to the enemies, he wasn't able to do much, "Come on Stan, we gotta train hard or we will never be good enough for our battles" the nomad ranger said, then his horse stood, the tiger grinning as they suddenly took on a wild run around the plains.
Name: Hector III.
Age: 40.
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon.
Weapon: Brave Spear.
Appearance: Orange scaled dragon, he's the emperor because of his heritage. His body is completely bulk, he's a full-metal warrior from the red armor he posseses, made of the finest silver. He hasn't got any hair, his eyes are dark.
Rank: Emperor.
Musou Attack: Last Stand (Pierces foe with death stab in his or her vital point)
Kingdom: Shu.
IC:
A young tactician was summoned to the halls, where a heavy armoured, huge looking dragon sat on his throne, his face not covered at all by any ornament, nor protection, only his whole body engulfed in a silver sturdy looking set of armor.
The tactician was a small, frail looking panther in casual noble robes, "Y-Yes, milord?"
"Status of the Wei invasion" the dragon growled, holding his graceful lance on his left claw.
"It was a failure milord, the new recruits did not make it, archers were not what I should have asked for, there were many paladins and sorts, our mages were slain by wyvern riders like common animals, I..."
"Silence" Hector slammed the base of his spear on the floor, provoking a slight shake in the room, "It is the second time you have failed me and your people, your casualities are unforgivable, you are dismissed from your services of Tactician, you shall be sent to prison for your crimes."
"Crimes?! But I was following your orders!" the panther cried as he was already being pulled away by the guards.
"You did not do what I asked for, I commanded you to take the North installment of the Wei, you failed me, and doomed my best archers and mages."
The panther couldn't object, the Wei had slaughtered them, he was a lone survivor since he was the tactician. He was took to prison, inside a cell, his gloomy days had begun.
Emperor Hector III moved his vision to his main counsil, "Bring me a strategist, I'll promote him or her into our new tactician."
"Yes milord" the councelor nodded, bowed in a respectful manner, then left the hall.
Jenny was over-riding the skies, her vision roaming everywhere, a smile, even covered in her mask was evident. Yes, victory, over the Shu who planned invading them. She had slain all the mages by herself, the wyvern was a magical creature, and Ramsey was specially strong against any kind of magic. Still, it had proved to be a difficult engage, the archers were dangerous for air creatures like him, but the knights had taken care of all of them before a single arrow could reach him and his rider. "Good job Ramsey" Jenny said, petting his mascot's head, "Let's go to the stable, you need rest in case our leader needs us for tomorrow" she ordered, then Ramsey responded with a small roar, before speeding downwards.
There was Mark, riding his beautiful horse in the fields, he was more than sure he needed speed, his aiming was almost perfect, but without a quick approach to the enemies, he wasn't able to do much, "Come on Stan, we gotta train hard or we will never be good enough for our battles" the nomad ranger said, then his horse stood, the tiger grinning as they suddenly took on a wild run around the plains.
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