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Re:A Crown (RP from CK) - 2007/01/30 03:47
*(copy/pasted from CK RP forum)**
Tatsumaki jolted out of his sleep, sitting upright in an immediate response to a perceived attack. Instinctively drawing his sword but finding that the familiar motion did not have the desired effect, seeing as his weapon was gone.
With the first wash of anxiety and basic reaction played through his senses and memories re-established themselves in his mind. He seemed to be in a hospital, either that or in the room of someone with an exceptional taste for cleanliness and frugality. Out the single-paned glass window the crescent moon shone full in the winter sky. The fact that his weapon was missing bothered him only slightly, for no enemy that he could think of would leave him alive.
Confusion set in; for there was quite a gap between where he was and where he found himself. Before awaking in this quiet room, he remembered only the Battlefield of Mordengard. Every moment of the battle was fresh in his mind, the caravan up there was lively. Talonfield’s dispatch met with the units that Linden had gathered from across her kingdom to form a sizable assault force. There seemed to be no worry in Linden’s countenance as she addressed her troops.
In his mind the attack replayed in real-time, He remembered distinctly being on the front lines, being there at the first clash between the armies in the bowels of Mordengard’s forest. The thing that still bothered him was how quickly their forces were routed. The battle was a bloodbath, and not one in their favor. Fey Zombies burst from the paths on either sides of their main force and laying waste to any being composed of living flesh in their way. This assault combined with the advance of Slyddur’s bloodthirsty horde let to the decimation of the main unit.
The rest of the battle, including the final conclusion was irretrievable from his memory, for Tatsumaki distinctly remembered being cut down with the rest of the leading assault unit. A single memory floated through the flashing remembrances of carnage, one that truly unsettled him. As consciousness flowed from his body along with the blood that sustained it, his fading vision began picking out distinct faces among Slyddur’s warriors. Familiar faces, ones that he trained with and respected, even people that he had caravanned to the battle with. The CK’s forces were not loyal, this was fact.
His recollections were suddenly interrupted with the opening of the door. Tatsu immediately leapt from the bed to his feet, another knee-jerk reaction that would cost him. The laceration racing from his shoulder to his hip opened, although not as deeply as the original wound had run. The blood spray from the separating flesh caught the arriver completely by surprise, leaving her soaked and shocked. The person at the door was none other than the Talonfield healer Mokushi. She slowly wiped the blood from her face as Tatsu recited the self-healing incantation and as soon as the spell finished she kicked him against the back wall of the tiny room.
Hearty laughter filled the room as another, larger form made his way through the door. Merrowbone Redrum couldn’t keep the mirth from his face as he looked down at Mokushi.
“Aye believe you ‘ere supposed to keep yer patients livin’ medic!” He let out another loud round of laughter as Tatsu pulled himself back to his feet.
“He seems to be up.” Was her response, “Now if you excuse me there are others that need my attention.” She pushed past the Baron, and the jolly man’s eyes moved to Tatsu. With a quick motion of his arm Merrowbone tossed a sword to Tatsu, who caught it immediately noticing the difference in weight.
“Nay, tis not yer old sword m’ boy, that one was lost at Mordengard. Tis be yer replacement, made by Sir Calibus ‘imself. Now get yer ass back in bed, Mokushi said you aught to be out cold for at least a few more days.” Tatsu’s eyes narrowed.
“How long was I out?”
“Eh? ’bout three weeks if I remember correctly. Grog’s been thick since then, so aye cain’t be that sure!” Merrowbone finished his sentence with a final hearty laugh and a slamming of the door. Tatsumaki could hear the key in the lock.
Drawing the new weapon soundlessly and looking over it as he contemplated the next course of action. The reflection of the moon off the hand forged blade, glistening silver against the blackness of the small room. Going over the purity of the blade to try to stop his thoughts, it didn’t work. Tatsu finally realized that as much as his friends truly wanted to help, he had priorities beyond himself. The foremost of those was reporting to Linden, who probably assumed he was dead.
The next day when the door to the room was finally unlocked, the only thing the medic found in the room was the shattered glass of the window, and the words “Forgive me” slashed into the wooden wall.
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Lieutenant Commander Pheonix CKAN Reconnaisance Division
I may fall, but never fear, I will rise again
Red for the blood that spills, Black for the night, White for the honourable, Gold for the mighty.
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