Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

[Xillia]

"Artorias..." She spoke again, this time her voice became shaky, "Run... You must... live..." She got out of range of Mikhail and recovered her blade. "If you want to do me a favor... stay out of this fight!" She flipped the sword in her hand as she readied herself, "Live!"

 

[Rook]

Mikhail charged. he had noticed more people entering the great hall, but none would be daring enough to enter the fight. He let out a mighty battle cry as he brought his sword upwards, aimed at her chin.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias stepped back, slightly confused, "what use would it be for me to live? I'd be dead on the inside..." He whispered, turning around and walking to the end of the room against his will, as if something was forcing him along.

 

[Xillia]

She rolled to his side, dodging the strike as she slashed upwards as well, right at his thigh. She then jumped back to the center of the room where she'd been kneeling and bleeding a moment ago.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias sat down, watching the fight with disinterest, greatsword sheathed.

 

[Rook]

Adrian flipped his hood up, seeing Artorias leaving the hall. It would be better not to be expected to help. He wasnt about to help outlaws right in front of Lord Kerain and his knights.


Mikhail grunted, falling to a knee. She was better than she let on. The strike had cut through the fur on his leg, gashing the skin. Not enough to render him unable to walk, but enough to be life threatening if not treated. He yelled again as he charged at her, feinting with his sword before slamming his shield into her forehead.

 

[Xillia]

She stood for a moment, staggering as her blade fell to the ground, clanging, she then fell to her knees as blood began to pour from the top of her forehead as it crossed its crimson streak down across her nose and over her eye.

 

[Rook]

"Is that it?" he asked, not amused. He grabbed her by her shirt and lifted her into the air. "Is that all the White Strider can do?"

 

[Xillia]

She tried her best to remain conscious as her chestplate fell to the ground, the insignia of the south split in half, her blue eyes mixed with the red of her blood as she gritted her teeth, this man was indeed one of the strongest people she'd ever fought, she honestly began to feel that he'd kill her right there and then, that Myran had been wrong.

 

[Rook]

Mikhail looked into her eyes, grunting. "No... i wont kill you" he says. he grabs her head with both hands and headbutts her, knocking her unconscious. He turns to the nearest guard. "You! Get the town square cleared, and ready for me. Im going to hang this one where everyone can see her." The guard runs off, pushing through the crowd. He lays the girl down next to her broken armor. "You offered up much more fight than most, young one. Im glad that our blades met."


(Should we timeskip to the point where she is tied up?)

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias watched this, wanting to step in, yet unable to, something keeping him watching, either Myran, or maybe his feelings to respect her final request.

 

[Xillia]

(Yeahhhhh, time skip) Her entire world goes black, as she remembers one thing, right before she falls unconscious, she whispers, "Artorias..."

 

[Rook]

(Alright, skipping to the part where she is tied up.)


Mikhail stood silently, looking up at the girl. She was chained to huge pillars that surrounded the town square, in a star shape. Her armor had been taken from her, replaced by a simple white dress. Underneath her was her sword, stabbed into a large stone. On the stone read:

The White Strider

The failed assassin of Lord Kerain​

He sighed. His Lord's command to tie her up seemed a bit over the top, but it was his command in the end. There was nothing he could do about it.


Adrian looked up at the girl. She had multiple cuts and bruises on her body, most likely from torture. He couldnt see Artorias from his position in the crowd, but he knew he must be near by.

 

[Xillia]

She'd been starved and beaten, burned and stabbed, raped... a few times, and whipped. She was hanging in the ornate dress as she looked up to the gloomy grey sky, she had said nothing during her torture nor screamed even a little, instead she hung, her body, ten feet above ground as she looked around at the crowds that would form every now and then to throw things at her.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias watched silently, planning something, refusing to accept this. "What to do, what to do?" Artorias looked around, counting the amount of knights, knowing it'd be suicide to attempt anything.

 

[Xillia]

Christina found Artorais, attempting to lock eyes with him as she hung, her wrists were chaffing and she wasn't sure how long it'd be before the tendons in her shoulder snapped and she dislocated her shoulders. Yet, she let her blue, weary, beaten eyes try to send him a message.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

( sorry, got to go, I would ask you to hold the rp but, do as you see fit. Night.)

 

[Xillia]

(Night)

 

[Rook]

(night. I'll be back in about an hour or two)


Mikhail motioned to the guard controlling the chains. "Lower her... its time to end this. Death by... by public execution" he said. He heated this type of humiliation. The chains slowly lowered the girl, who was roughly grabbed by guards and placed on the stone table. He walked up to the table, taking a moment to look at the crowd. "I am Mikhail, one of the Knights that protect our Lord Kerain. I am here to ask one of you to join me, for the execution."

 

[Xillia]

She didn't fight it, though she coughed a little as she was slammed onto the table, her body way weak, she couldn't hold on to life for much longer, it was better they'd ended her now, she'd lost count of the hours she'd been hung by her hands, the table of her doom was actually a relief as she stared up into the sky, a single raindrop falling to her cheek which was accompanied by tears as she squeezed her eyes shut.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias took off the special ring, symbolizing his rank amongst the knights, and his loyalty to his lord, at least it used to when the image on it was black and grey, now the image was white, symbolizing his loyalty maybe not to whom Christina served, but to Christina herself. He than took a letter, he wrote, with the outside of it saying, The Last Words of Knight Artorias, detailing his apology to Christina, and ending on a note to his former lord, telling him to have fun hunting him down, signed merely as Artorias Sekeolath, meaning Artorias' shadow. After securing the note to the ring, Artorias threw it, not towards Christina, but at his former captain, turning away from the large crowd gathered to watch the execution, instead turning towards the gates of the capital, smiling as the rain started, imagining them as the tears he had shed unseen throughout his career as a knight. Artorias simply walked out of the capital, unable to watch the final moments of a dear friend, especially one whom he could have tried to save before this happened. What remained of the once great knight Artorias, walked on to the spot where it all began, the spot where he had first decided to hunt her down alone, Artorias walked to the cliff's edge, and sat there, waiting for something, anything to happen.


( Anyone getting the feels from that? I know I am. )

 

[Xillia]

(Awwwwww, I'm not crying :'( I'm not!)


And so Christina sat on that alter, waiting for the first volunteer to come help her, she had been trying to lock eyes with Artorias before, hoping he was tough enough to stay by her side, even in death, and there was something burning in her heart that she had to say, she couldn't. Not with him now out of the capital. It hurt her more than anything at that point, she was abandoned, her body was broken, her spirit was broken, and now, her very own heart was broken. So this is what Myran meant, she would be back-stabbed by the man she loved when she needed him. It was her own path, she could not have excused it in any other way, it was the man's choice, still, up on that alter, her only friends were the rain and her tears, caressing her cheeks as she awaited the final toll of the bell.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

( This has became a rather sad story now )

 

[Xillia]

(Continue it dammit, I'll be back in eight hours)


 
As she felt the ice of death rearing up on her, a gentle and cold nose sniffed her hand, "Sif..." She whispered as she brought her hands up to her necklace and removed it, a solid blue crystal that was resonating light as she wrapped it around the pup's neck. "Take care of him... that's a good boy..." She patted the head.

 

[Rook]

A few citizens stepped forward. Adrian looked at Christina pitifully. He couldnt stand the sight of the whole thing. Reluctantly, he stepped forward, placing his hand on her shoulder and uttering a quick and quiet prayer.


Mikhail looked at the few people that had come to the girl. "Begin when you please" he said, handing the first a sword.