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2024-10-29 19:42:56Anthony pulled his sword from it's sheathe assuming a battle stance. His spirit was absolutely dripping with so much blood lust it was radiating from him it was damn close to visible to the human eye wrapping around him like a translucent armor. His eyes burning up with rage. Christopher drew Hate and Retribution preparing for the fight to come He couldn't tell how strong Anthony would be, but one thing was for certain by his stance, at the very least he was a talented swordsman. Though unless the old man had gone mad with grief, even with men surrounding Havoc, he wouldn't be standing in front of him alone unless he was confident in his odds to live long enough to put some distance or even try to kill Havoc.
Christopher wasn't so much concerned on the how he knew who killed Braum, but more the how he pieced it together, and who else knows? Does Andrea know? Or worse Aldous or Robert?'
"How did I put it together? I had you followed and after witnessing your fight
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When Anthony growled Aldous's name it was absolutely dripping with venom, as if it just being on the tip of his tongue filled his mouth with acid bile. "My son died fighting for the Empire. What for? Why did we have to invade!? I asked Aldous this question, do you know what his answer was? For the glory of the Empire! To ensure his name went down in the histories of the Empire! For that reason alone my son died! I would have fully been accepting of that answer if it was my life being claimed, but not my child's!" Anthony grit his teeth giving his best efforts to hold back the tears as he remembered his son. "But no that wasn't enough. Aldous desired peace with that tiny kingdom of Tybar. But to him their country wasn't worthy enough to marry any of his children for the sake of peace. So as my daughter's god father he requested I allow her to marry their prince. When I voiced my objections, he ordered it... Not much could be done is what everyone said.... I should have fought i
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Christopher didn't bother waiting for a start signal, or for Anthony to say anything else. Everything that needed to be said already had been, now was the time for action. He poured magic into Hate igniting the sword in it's black flames. Swinging the blade in a sweeping arch. Though to Anthony's surprise the dark crescent shape magic blade shot right past him, though it didn't come anywhere near him.'What the hell is he thinking?' The battle had already began between them so he definitely didn't expect Havoc to show him any mercy, especially since he himself wouldn't have. That's when it dawned on him where he was positioned. Anthony and his men had been here for days actually laying out a plan for their ambush of Havoc choosing positions and the best plan of action to pin him down. Everything had been predetermined. Only after the magic had shot past him Anthony realized what Havoc's true target was."No WATCH OUT!" Anthony cried out as the largest portion of
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"RAAAAH! FUCKING AMBUSH!" John roared as he burst through the trees running at the archers with a large two handed sword raised up. Before the men were even able to fully comprehend what was happening John was already upon the first man bringing down his blade almost cleaving an archer in two."It's moments like these I would absolutely love to be proven wrong!" Christopher cried out parrying a blow with one hand and beheading the knight with his other. "Buuut nooo! I'm quite certain life likes to roll over and smoke after fucking me more then most working women get!" Christopher cried out slamming the pommel of retribution into a man's nose, he then spun the knights shoulders as an arrow shrieked into his neck."Aghm" The knight's mouth gaped open again and again gurgling as blood poured from his wound. "Let me speed that up for ya, fucking cock sucker." Christopher growled ripping the arrow out of his throat leaving a giant hole in his neck. Christopher t
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"Chris!?" Her eyes could see it... But her mind refused to believe it. The man behind the mask feared by most the known world.. Was her brother!? The once kind boy who had zero intention of ever joining the military was the most feared man to walk the planet in this world's more recent history!"Quick he's wounded!" Some of the knights prepared to attack as well. John moved in front of Havoc cutting them off. To get to Havoc they would have to get through him first. But-"Stop!" Anthony called out. He rose to his feet clutching his arm. "We're leaving!" Anthony growled. He had originally come here intending to kill Havoc himself or at least have the monster put down with poison arrows that were almost a family heirloom. The poison coating the arrows had been made by elves more then a thousand years ago. The poison never diminished and was one of the most efficient killers in the world.But this... This was to cruel even by Anthony's standards especially af
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....The room was silent.'This is worse then them physically attacking me!' Andrea sat in silence awaiting the harsh criticism, the hateful gazes, possibly the physical harm. She wanted it! 'My brother may die from my very own hands!' She screamed in her head. She wasn't a masochist by any means, but for this one deed she wanted to face harsh punishment for, in her mind she absolutely deserved it with zero room for argument. 'If only I would have followed orders and stayed out of it... This wouldn't have happened!'Finally one voice spoke up. Her voice level but her eyes were burning with hate that could level a mountain."Who's this?" Beth growled in a low tone."Beth... That's his sister." Cassandra said a sad expression clouding her own face as she reached out taking Beth's hand into her own. Beth's brow scrunched up hearing Andrea's relationship to Christopher.Instead of responding she busied herself examining the wound briefly.
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"This will definitely do."...Both the twins stood rooted their mouths agape. "I've never seen so many herbs in one place." Laura whispered."Indeed... Over enthusiastic friend may be an understatement." Lala readily had to agree. The group had tracked down Angela who was conducting trade business in a temporary office she had set up while waiting for word of Christopher's recovery. She quickly led the sisters to the place everything had been stored."Competition?""Most likely... Another girl's trying to make the moves on our master before we can." Hissed Lala."She rented an entire warehouse just for medicinal herbs." Briana whispered in awe."Well I suppose she is the heir to the Vicard trading company." Cassandra looked around in aw. Renting a space like this wouldn't be cheap in the least. Most successful merchants wouldn't even be able to afford such a place. Really the only time a space like this was rented out was
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"But the only proxy stone anywhere near here belongs to Lady Cassandra.""Yes the messenger also said he's secured permission for you to use the stone.""You won't mind if I double check with Lady Cassandra will you? I personally don't feel like angering my host.""By all means please do Ma'am." Only a few days ago Andrea would have thoughtlessly just asked to be directed to the proxy stone and would contact the Emperor right away, but now? Not only was she used, but she witnessed a betrayal in the making from the very highest pinnacle of the Empire. One of the men closest to the Emperor himself! At this point she was questioning the motives of every Imperial soldier she came across. As it was she was beginning to question whether she should trust the soldiers who stayed loyal to her. 'No. Even I know I have to trust some people.' Oddly enough the people she trusted the most currently were the ones who were on the side of her enemies. How's that for some Irony.
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