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war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Hey guys i’m just letting you all know, that I don’t have wifi at the moment because i am currently moving out of my apartment and my cell keeps losing service. I will post as soon as I can!

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

A particular voice caught the attention of the emperor as it called out among the chaotic scene. The spine curling smirk on Cier’s stone-cold face couldn’t be stopped from creeping up to plaster nearly permanently. He led his men towards it as their horses kicked the soft blankets of white into the dark sky. There was only one person the calls could be coming from, and with that, an idea hatched inside his skull like a vulture looming above a helpless carcass lying in the open for the taking.

“Oh my.. if it isn’t Hanequin..” Cier hummed somewhat sarcastic yet in seeming delight. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t a little surprised to see the man. Although it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility to suggest an attack such as this may come about, he hadn’t quite expected to find the poor king here and knocked off his now absent horse. With The emperor’s knights and their steeds circling the man, it wasn’t difficult or took more than a few seconds for them to take him as hostage.

Now Cier wasn’t entirely sure what to make of this bloody situation. This battlefield presented itself a bit unorthodox and strange to say the least. It didn’t seem like something Hannequin would plan, or that this had any planning to it for that matter, though he did not know him close enough to be certain. This just seemed to be too much of an impulsive and idiotic move for a king of his length of reign. To this, the ruler looked to him, his soon to be groom now shackled and unable to escape.

“Tell me now, what is the meaning of this?” He questioned as he swiftly led the group back towards their fortress, considerably confused as he had to be insane to believe Seanate could dare take on Seddowian forces. Especially after defeating them once. How could they even dream of defeating them now? It was honestly so silly he had to hold in the fluttering feeling of laughter bottling up inside him. With this, Cier couldn’t resist it for too long, chuckling softly to himself before the other male could respond.

“You know, if you wanted to make an early arrival, all you had to do was send in a messenger in advance. No need for such a pitiful army..” His tone was light yet his words were cold nonetheless. And needless to say he was quite unhappy with all this ruckus. Already mentally and physically exhausted, pointless attacks were the last thing Cier had wanted to deal with, however, he knew anything that resulted of his brutality were nothing short of own damn fault. He couldn’t very well be too upset. After all, it seemed the choice between war and marriage was already made and the emperor couldn’t be happier.

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

@Vampiretwilight@Chris488

Actually, that’s pretty clever! In my next post i will have Cier and his posse capture the king, if that’s cool with you guys!

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

He raised his hand and a sea of black clouds shielded the gentle light of a waning quarter moon, but the night would not remain pitch black for much longer. A monsterous roar of thunder rattled the ground before the first snap of lightning pelted the earth, instantly melting patches of snow with each continuous strike, lighting up the sky. One way or another those hiding within the woods would be found or lured from their positions. He’d make sure of it.

Meanwhile Sir Jerelk, a knight of nearly equal stature led a black mare alongside his emperor and his horse. And soon as enough towards them came the call of Jerelk’s falcon. Soon it had landed, wrapping it’s large and terrifying talons around the armored soldier’s forearm. The beastly bird chimed in response to the mission he had been sent. Three distinct sounds he had made, alerting Jerelk of which direction to lead his portion of men.

“West!” He signaled, only to glance back at Cier, giving his leader the go-ahead to press on with a waving gesture.

The emperor then commanded the rest of the soliders to spread out to other sections of the mountain, incase of something like a surprised attack from an any unexpected angle. Though seeing his own force as indefeatable, no chances would be taken this bitter night. The emperor could not afford to sacrifice any of the lives on his side. Already guilt over the lives lost on both lines gnawed away at his soul. Nevertheless, he was counting on them to aid in finding his mastermind just as much as they relied on him for the future of their families and livelihoods. Cier could not let them fall at the hands of those who dare stand in the path of uncovering the truth, no matter how close he unknowingly was.

The sky was brightened with each string of light that struck the quivering soil and stone below the snow. If it was a game of cat and mouse they wanted, a feral and bloodthirsty feline the dark emperor would be. However there were two lives he would not harm, though he didn’t quite expect to find them here so soon. Not a hair on King Hanequin or his daughter’s head would be harmed. Desperately he was needed someone to take the pain and burden of his powers. And only he could give it to one who has power within them. It wasn’t some thing ever explain to him by the mysterious woman he once met so long ago, but it was an instinctual feeling. Saorise’s eyes may have appeared as normal of orbs as anyone’s but he had seen something lurking behind those windows. An aura of sorts and voice in his mind was calling him towards her. Something he had never experienced yet with every bit of his being he knew very well that she was the one to inherit the gift. And as it seemed so, she was the only person he had met with such potential, besides the son he grieved. He prayed for his entire family and could only hope there was peace on whatever awaited him on the other side. Cier could have felt terrified, and he was, but the memories and certainty of his fate made his heart rattle. This made him nearly combust into flames for he was simply so enraged. For loathing himself more so than the aftermath of his quest.

Riding up onto a hilltop, Cier locked his jaw against the wind, standing high and looking down upon the fleets sent below before diving into the wood and weaving through the trees. Arrows had already flown through the night, yet it was a pitiful attempt in his eyes. No such attack would be dragging him down to his grave. At least not so easily.

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

@Vampiretwilight@Chris488

I will be posting here within the next few hours! And possibly posting a CS ^^

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Heya! @Sanity43217 c: I feel like the structure is a bit up to interpretation thus far, but Im sure @Vampiretwilight could answer that!

@Vampiretwilight @Chris488
I will be adding Neviessa as a new character soon! She is going to be important. Also, I had thought I already posted days ago really don’t mean to keep you guys waiting on me ;_;

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Cier’s frosted face, although fridgid, burned red from the turmoil in his heart. Droplets of ice shattered to the stone bricking beneath him.

It was just when he found himself having destroyed the rest of his bedroom that a familiar knocking came from the entrance to interrupt any progression. A tired huff escaped the troubled man’s quivering lips as his breath became visible in the frozen air. Unfortunately this wasn’t someone to ignore. He already knew who stood behind the door. The sound of her knuckles tapping the mahogany was something Cier had become accustomed to for a few years now, and upon undoing the latch, his adviser was revealed. Tall and elegant she was, with hair nearing white as snow. Just as striking in appearance as the man she aided. Yet she was not old as one might think from a distant glance. Not at all as there was not a wrinkle to her bronze skin.

“My lord, I’m afraid Sir Jerelk has spotted visitors lurking about the perimeter.” She informed with nothing but a calm decorum, her scarlet eyes hiding behind an emerald fan embroidered in pure threads of gold. Though fearless of this fact, believing that the sheer power the dark emperor possessed couldn’t possibly become overshadowed, there was not a smidge of worry within her. Of course, not would any amount of men stand against him and the icy, whirling, thunderstorm that drowned Seanate and every land he staked claim.

“Bless you, Neviessa.” These words he uttered, not even bothering to look the women in the eyes as he once would have. His face was shielded in too much darkness for her to even attempt to meet the royal’s gaze just yet. Cier could not bring himself to admit that deeply, he was ashamed by the emotions he couldn’t stop from bleeding through his weakening front. Reminding himself he had no time to dwell in the suffering of loss and near meaningless existence - because he would not allow himself to surrender.

To her, although her presence practically cast aside, she knew this this man like the back of her hand. It was an understatement to say that Cier was distressed, she could see it merely by the hunch of his silhouette, however, within a split second of announcing enemy arrival, the pain embedded in his appearance dissolved into solely frustration. Gritting teeth, he already started his stride towards the outer gate, soon his frown grew into a wide grin. Meanwhile, Neviessa looked on at the demigod from the mess he left, staring blankly from where she stood in the hall behind him.

Cier soon burst out from the mighty structure. Following him was a posse of hundreds of knights. As if he even needed them, there was much more where they came from. As they moved out to search for their guests, the wind picked up dramatically with the rage that rolled in the emperor’s exhausted eyes.

“Show yourselves!” His voice boomed, echoing throughout the mountain range.

“We are aware you are here.”

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Once The dark emperor is alerted he will most definitely bring a stop to it, though he would be careful as not to harm her - as she is the chosen heir to his magic. I’d honestly be a bit more anxious about the earful she’s bound to get from Hanequin! (x

I will try to have a reply up sometime tonight!

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

The swirling sky overshadowed the kingdom of Seanate. Reflecting in the freezing rain, The dark Lord‘s eyes grew misty is he charged back to the mountain station he and his army had claimed. Towards theircamp high in the blizzarding mountains they rushed, all wanting nothing but to rest yet their emperor could not say the same. His cheeks had become frosted over with the water that dripped from eyes seemingly made of ice. He feared himself and the destruction caused by his hands. In fact, his skin sizzled with self loathing. This wasn’t something he wanted. To raid land after land to avenge the lost, knowing they could never be found, Cier knew it was an act of unequal justice. To have fragments of his world ripped away from his grasp only to take that of others, his stomach tied itself into a knot. Just imaging what loved ones may say if they only could speak now, tore his dying heart and split his cracking mind into loose tangled threads, and desperately, Cier felt as though he was fighting tooth and nail to tie himself back into the man he once was. Yet such a thing was a pure impossibly. Never could he return to the peace he once prospered.

Having made it to the stronghold he took shelter, Cier hid himself away within the four walls of a small bed chamber, sobbing and staring endlessly into the cracks of a shattered vanity, wondering how he could ever live with myself. Truthfully, he didn’t want to. Everyone he ever loved Cier had failed to protect. And now so many more lives were beyond ruined. Though the guilt of it ate away at his soul little by little, there was no way that he could surrender. Not without knowing why this was happening. Or who he would be meeting in Hell.

Wrapping his wrists around an ivory bristled brush. The emperor repeatedly smashed it into the glass, shards falling and flying from their frame. The image of himself was simply unbearable.

Reality did not feel entirely true. Only twelve nights ago he would have never even would have considered the idea that his whole existence would change. As if once he were someone else. Cier had been a fair and careful leader, now reduced to the lows of a vicious dictator. And there was no way he could ever be the same man neither Seddow or Seanate would remember. The storms outside only continued to rage, slowly slipping out of Cier’s control like sand dripping down the passage of an hourglass.

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Witnessing the father and the daughter’s conflicting exchange, A tiny smirk graced the dark lord’s lips. Even though his heart felt as though it were consumed by a whirlpool of a raging sea, The sight of this was quite humorous and a chuckle couldn’t be fought. Already he could tell that this young lady cared deeply for this man. It almost warmed his cold dead heart. And so whilst she rushed to stand guard between the two men, Cier couldn’t help but grin ear to ear, thinking that he’d better be a gentlemen to Hanequin. Well, that was only if he did accept his hand in marriage.

Looking into the reflection of the princesses blade with an easy beating his his chest, completely unthreatened Cier was. He could read the room and feel all the emotions that flurried like the wind that shielded the kingdom in ice. As if it were flooding the room like rain and filling his lungs up with hot air to his neck yet even still not at all was it hard for him to breathe. How desperate the king was to not only protect his child but Seanate as a whole was sickly satisfying. He had them right where he wanted them. Though this marriage would likely be a bit of a detour in finding the mastermind, it would not be a hinderance. Perhaps one or the both of them could be of some help to his cause, despite their current and unfortunate opposition.

To say that he was happy with himself and for the other man’s consideration in the taking of his offer, would be an understatement. He needed to be rid of the curse, and fast, but for the time being he wouldn’t rest. Not until he had the head of whoever responsible for killing his kind was nestled neatly in the center of garnished golden plate.

“Very well!” He sounded, satisfied for now yet he wouldn’t leave without one last powerful word. “Until said sunset, my storm will not cease!” In the midsts of this statement as if it were a command, lighting cracked the darkened sky with the most ground quaking of thunder, completely turning the large window panes behind him pure white. And with that he would silently slip away with his soldiers having been victorious.