The Battle For Albia (RP)

[Ryu]

Huh...Okay, so just finish the last few cities and…Wait, I’m starting? Okay, right then…

Sorry for the long wait, but I’m finally starting. First of all, here’s my little plot line again.

A legend was created for how the world of Albia was made. The great celestial bodies created a world of balance. Two pairs were created for this. One was made for conflict and strife, destroying any that would break this delicate balance. The other was created to build the world anew, create new life, and keep order of things together. In the center of that, one more God was added. A God of Balance. He was
there to keep the other four in line. And this trend moved smoothly.

Empire rose, empires fell. Dynasties began and dynasties ended. The Gods kept a balance to things. But despite all of this, mortals are foolish creatures. They do not realize their flaws. They wish to rise above them and prove themselves better. And in this way, three kingdoms rise to control the world. And now these kingdoms wish to control the rest.

However, the fact that the Gods did not stop them shows that something has changed. Something is stirring. It began with the kingdom of Aienster spread out. Normally a simple trading nation, they broke off from their island and conquered deep in-land, covering much of Albia. In response, Balan and Garis rose as well, conquering their respective neighbors. And this has led to a three way stalemate.

However, that's about to change. The scales are tipping. One side will have to give. The Gods don't interfere to stop this. So it shall continue in due course until only one remains standing. This will be the Battle for all of Albia.

As for characters…here they are too.

Balan

Leon Brave – Ryu
Mardek Sero – A Common Hero
Urius “Orion” Nikon – Gorrechi
Lina -- TrippingTirger

Garis

Cecilia Light -- Ryu
Aeron – Killamrix88
Kunwir – The Shadow of Death
Avvarick – Kain

Aienster

Marcus Benign -- Ryu
Rurik Aian – Killamrix88
Yxia Venethis – Sephora

One last bit. ACH, you can start with everyone else with both characters. But where is Upsilon serving? You never listed that on the sheet.

[Ryu]

Leon Brave

Leon overlooked the field that they would soon be charging across to battle with the other two powers of the world. He didn't change expression the entire time, just watching the field. This was where he might die. But he knew that probably wouldn't happen. He still needed to learn his past. His mission was simple. Kill as many of the opposing army. He'd make a line for their commander. If he took her out, the rest of the army would start to fall back. They needed her to command them or they would fall apart.

With that in mind, he turned back to prepare for the coming battle, armor clanking lightly at his movements. As second in command to Baron, the King of Balan, he would lead the army against Garis. But, more importantly, he would force Aienster into retreat. Hopefully Garis would feel the same way and fight on their side rather than taking the three way war.


Cecilia Light

Cecilia crossed her arms as she looked out over the tents of their camps. Soon, these men and women would be fighting for their lives against Balan and Aienster. Many of them left their families to defend their home. Most may never see them again. None would see their loved ones again if they faltered in this battle. They had to stand strong. It did not matter if they took the land. But neither Aienster or Balan could take one step into their own land. They would defend it to their last.

Her pure white cape fluttered in the breeze as she felt it come on. She knew it was coming. That wind would carry death along its currents by the end of this day.


Marcus Benign

Marcus smirked as he sat in the command tent for the upcoming battle. He had come out himself to see the clash of the great three powers. This was going exactly to plan. He had taken the closer, smaller regions earlier on. Took bigger ones at that. And now the world, split into three sides, was going to rupture at the seems with the clash of the three titans in this world.

He had called in his second in command, Yxia. A Dark Elf. Disdainful as they were, he held up their bargain. At least until he reached his goal. He would throw down the Gods. They weren't here to defend the realm anymore. The Gods' rule was at an end. He would be the ruler now. The God of this new world.

[killamrix88]

=Rurik Aian=

The guard swung his sword, but it was blocked by another blade. To the guards dismay, his blade sunk about an inch into his opponents before becoming stuck. He was then quickly disarmed and punched in the face twice before he was kicked off his feet. Well great... there went his spending money. He'd just lost a bet. Of course, almost everyone had lost a similar bet in his platoon.

"You guys are all pathetic!" Said the guards opponent, none other than Rurik. "I mean seriously, why do I even bother!" He often 'sparred' with the men, and he always won. Of course, some of the higher ups frowned upon this, but others didn't mind as much and would set up 'training exercises'. In reality, it was more like a gambling ring to see if someone would finally defeat Rurik. None of the rank and file men seemed to stand a chance though.

"NEXT!" Rurik shouted, his blade suddenly turning into a liquid form before turning into a chain and wrapping around his arm.

"That's enough for today. You're all dismissed!" A sergeant grumbled, a bit dismayed to see his men annihilated... again.

"Oh come on! I'm bored!" Rurik yelled at the man who technically outranked him. Rurik had a higher rank than most of the soldiers, but he didn't hold a commanding rank since he was far too unreliable for such a position.

"Remember your position in this army, Rurik." The sergeant scowled. Rurike grumbled and began to walk away, but as he passed by the sergeant he snapped his fingers, and suddenly the sergeant's helmet crumpled around his head quite painfully, leaving him unable to take it off.

"Remember yours..." Rurik scoffed. He doubted the sergeant would say anything, he acted tough, but he and many other soldiers were terrified of Rurik. He'd eventually crawl off to the smithy, tail between his legs, to get the helmet removed and never speak of the incident again. Well, at least he would if he knew what was good for him.

=Aeron=

Aeron crouched in a meditative position. Before him lay the corpses of a few mercenaries. Aeinster was pushing its boundaries again. Thena gain, they'd been doing that since the new king had taken his place, so it was hardly surprising. At least it kept things from getting too dull. They were preparing a much bigger push now. A huge clash would occur soon.

"They fought hard. May their souls burn for only a short while in the depths." He murmured as he stood. As a Deepling, he respected anyone who would stand and fight, no matter what their allegiance or reason for fighting. Even the most vile, black-hearted person could be commended for finding the courage to not falter in the face of death. At least that was the philosophy of his people. It was the one tie he still had to his kind, otherwise, he doubted he'd ever see his homeland again.

He was hardly a saint himself, so he couldn't criticize the decisions of others. He sought power, as did the men he'd just slain. His claim to power was just greater than theirs, as he had just proven.

"As to be expected of them, sending flanking squads..." He muttered to himself, "Might as well venture just a little farther." He said and continued marching out alone. In a time of war, traveling alone was considered foolish, but he'd taken out numerous bands of men like this now. At first he'd just wandered, keeping watch for men sneaking into Garis's lands, but now with a battle looming, he supposed he'd have to regroup eventually. He preferred working alone, and was quite confident in his abilities, as long as he didn't run into an entire platoon.

[Kain]

A raucous laughter filled the tavern. The smell of ale and spiced lamb fill the room with the thickness of a cloud. Despite the haze, Avaarick was impossible to miss. Taller than most men when he was sitting on the floor the Baran was 9'0 tall standing up. When he stood in the tavern his thick muscled neck was forced to bend lest he bump his head on the roof. He sat on the floor by the bar, arms resting on it. No bar stool could take his masiive 600 pounds, so he sat on the floor. quaffed down ale as fast as the inkeeper could put it out. He had two glasses and they moved from the bar to his gullet in synchronicity that came from extreame repetition.

Avaarick drank for free in this tavern, which is why he could afford such alcoholic gluttony. He couldn't afford it on his soldier's salary that's for sure. He had saved the inkeepers daughter from being brutally raped and killed by some Aienstar troops. Being eternally grateful he offered his free ale for life. What he didn't realize was that Avvarick drank the ale a man might drink in a lifetime, in a bout a week.

Avvarick knew he should head to the barracks soon, but he was enjoying his ale to much. After a few more mugfuls he placed both glasses on the bar, thanked the bartender, and made his way out the door. A bit tipsy from the massive amounts of ale he had consumed he strolled, stumbling every several steps, to the barracks. Everyone else was out on the field, about to fight so he suited up alone. Finally realizing that he was really late he bolted out of the barracks at a run. Through his drunken stupor his muscle memory kicked in. His long legs carrying him on massive strides he began to run to the battlefield. Focusing on getting there in time he let his stamina do the work for him. The miles flew by and after 30 minutes he was at the war camp for Garis. The sense of worry in the keep seemed to lessen when he arrived, and he was welcomed by the commander and briefed for the upcoming battle.

[Gorreci]

Urius Nikon stood upon a hilltop looking at the encampments below him like an ever vigilant sentinel, his cloak flowing in the cool breeze. It looked to be a battle worthy of song. So many men and beasts have gathered for this war, and so far this would be the culmination of many years of conflict coming to a head. If he survived this, he would be able to tell tales of this battle for years to come, perhaps until his death, and maybe even after that.

Urius stepped down off his perch and walked toward the front line of the Balan encampment, using his ivory spear as a walking stick, though he wasn't putting any weight on it. He came upon a group of wounded scouts recuperating after they were ambushed. After muttering a few prayers, Urius held out his fur-covered, muscular arm, and what looked like a silvery vapor flowed from his hand, settling upon the wounds of the scouts. He immediately turned and resumed his course for the front of the encampment, while the scouts were wondering what just happened. After a few minutes, their wounds slowly started to heal before their very eyes. They would still leave scars, and it would still hurt like any recovering wound normally would, but broken bones were repaired and flesh was mended. By the time the healing was finished, the minotaur was already out of sight among the throngs of troops moving and preparing for the battle.

It wasn't much longer until Urius reached the front. He peered over the large field at the the other camps and shook his head slowly. He left the service so he wouldn't have to see any more bloody battles, yet he always seemed to be drawn back. Perhaps it was fate. He just knew that he was not going to let Balan fall against either nation, particularly Aienster. The Balans have welcomed him with open arms. They would merely enslave him and his people. The magic in his veins grew hot with the mere thought.

Looking to his side, a few hundred feet away, Urius saw General Brave turning to continue preparations for the upcoming battle, and followed, wishing to know his plan as to how they would achieve victory on this doomed field.

[The Shadow of Death]

Kunwir stepped out onto the battlefield, the smell of blood permiating the air. his senses sharpen as he picks out the soldiers' beating hearts, racing as they were about to face their foe. He drew his weapons, looking toward the opposition.

[Kain]

(You have my character posted as Balan, but I'm Garis.)
As the commander finished his brief he walked out of the tent leaving Avaarick a bit confused. He wanted him to what?. Avarrick knew the commander here. He was a good man, with a wife and several kids. He wouldn't betray him. He finally settled on the idea that this was a political matter, nothing personal.

Avaarick hefted his mighty hammer on to his shoulder and began to walk slowly out of the camp. The commander gave him a curt nod of approval before returning his attention to the group of scouts he was briefing.

Avvarick made his way slowly around the field on which the battle was to be fought. It was a great flat plain with grass growing in abundance. It looks beautful he thought as he started out across the slight roll of the field. Too bad this field will soon be drenched in blood.

After walking as sneakily as a 9'0 foot tall giant can for quite a while he came across the Balan camp. He knew all the soldiers would recognize him. He had killed so many of their troops he would be suprised if they didn't try and kill him instantly. He walked as unmenacingly as he could into their camp; all heads turning to him as he did.

"I want to speak to Brave." He said, his deep voice ringing out. "I have a proposition for him."

[sephora]

At the very back of the Aienster camp, Yxia stood near one of the larger beast cages, petting a fearsome looking manticore on the top of its snout as it laid down docilely before her. The beast seemed to be made out of nothing but muscle and sinew, clearly having been bred to do battle and put through unrelenting training. Its body was covered in scars as well, which was to be expected since it had served as Yxua's personal mount for several dozen battles. The fact that it was still alive was a testament to the creature's resilience and strength. As another individual approached, the manticore snarled menacingly, raising up dust from the ground below its snout as two strong gusts of air blew out of its nostrils. "Down, Lethos," the dark elf commanded sternly, though she continued to pet the beast reassuringly as the Aiensterian soldier approached.

"General, the emperor requests your presence," the man stated briefly.

Yxia paused for a moment, seemingly pondering something in her mind before giving Lethos one final caress and turning to leave, wrapping her long midnight-blue cloak around herself as she brushed past the soldier without a word. Having to walk across to the completely opposite side of the camp, she didn't arrive at the command tent until several minutes later, although it did allow her to take another good look around and make sure that everything was in order. The only notable thing that she noticed was Rurik who was up to his usual antics. He was fortunate that Yxia could appreciate his strong infatuation with combat, otherwise he would have been getting reprimanded far more than he already did. She preferred to let him remain untamed, so to speak, and unleash him upon her enemies when the time was ripe rather than breaking him down until he was just another ordinary soldier.

Refocusing her attention to the situation at hand as she approached the massive tent which housed the emperor, Yxia took a deep breath before entering. Marcus Benign was basically the only person in the world with a position of power over her, and the only person whom she was genuinely fearful of. It made these sorts of visits quite nerve racking, as Yxia wasn't accustomed to not being the one in charge in the room, nor did she enjoy it. Approaching the throne, she pulled back her hood and knelt down to one knee, bowing her head respectfully. "You summoned me, your Imperial Majesty?"

[Ryu]

(Apologies for the mistake, Kain. I've fixed it now)

Leon Brave

Leon had moved back to the camp to begin his plans. But he had barely started before a soldier ran to him, telling him that the giant from Garis had arrived. Eyes narrowing, he gave a nod. Looking at his men, he saw Urius with him. "Nikon. To me. We'll see what the giant wants with us," he ordered, turning to meet the giant. He strode back across the field, his rapier handing loosely at his side. He wasn't going to trust either nation. But at least this was Garis. They were at least a bit more trustworthy than Aienster.


Cecilia Light

Cecilia walked out to the battlefield, arms crossed behind her as she looked them over. She was high up in the chain of command. This earned her the respect of the army. Reaching the Lord of Garis, Gale, she bowed lightly. "Sir. Where would you have me?" she asked. He ordered her to the frontlines, wanting her to lead the assault when it started. They would not make the first move. They would wait for Balan's response. But, even then, they would let Balan and Aienster weaken each other first.


Marcus Benign

Marcus smiled, gesturing for her to come to his throne. "Well...I have your mission. Once this begins, I want you to kill General Leon Brave. He's a thorn in our side. Kills the most troops. Get rid of him and let Balan falter. If you can manage after that, kill the damn giant in Garis." Before she would respond, his hand snaked around and grabbed her ass firmly, a perverted look coming over, but no less intimidating than he always is. "Get going, General." He said the title with a bit of disgust, not thinking a 'sub-human' was suited for that position. But she was skilled enough. That's all that mattered until he won.

[Gorreci]

From a distance Urius saw the soldier run up to General Brave and report something in a hurried tone. He was nearing the general when he looked about, locking eyes with him. "Nikon. To me. We'll see what the giant wants with us." Urius bowed his head slightly in respect and acknowledgement without breaking stride. One of his favorite qualities in Brave was the fact that he could actually pronounce, let alone remember, his name correctly. As simple as his name was, it never ceased to amaze him how others had such difficulty with it.

He was soon marching to the left of his superior, according to an older military standard that was drilled into his mind many years ago. It didn't take long to spot the giant, who was easily standing head and shoulders taller than anyone around him. It was refreshing for Urius to look up at someone for a change. It was not something he experienced often. Once they were within talking distance, Urius bowed his head toward the giant in respect, and placed the bottom of his spear on the ground firmly, pointing straight up. His magic welled up in reserve, ready to be unleashed if things did not turn out peacefully. The giant had the minotaur's respect, but his trust would have to be earned.