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Fantasy War for the Throne [always accepting]

Nikrael propped her boots up on the table and took a sip of her drink. "This whole land's a mess," she muttered.
 
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[back as Brutus] brutus was drinking wine when he heard shouting at his front door the man he sent to deliver the letter was holding his side bleeding "what happened" Brutus asked "the letter has been stolen I was attacked" the guard said before dropping dead
 
[good night see ya tomorrow carry on if you want :) ]
 
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[Good morning, guys!]


Nikrael woke blearily, the Inn's pub swimming before her eyes. Falling asleep in the common area wasn't a safe thing; she had to stop leaving her guard down.


Stiffly, Nikrael rose from her chair and grabbed her things which, thankfully, hadn't been stolen. With a final stretch and the plink of a few coins on the table for the drinks, she left for the woods.
 
[morning] Brutus woke up and was upset he had to find out who sent the letter he called his assistant "Marcus i want you to get me the government report from today"
 
Nikrael went further into the woods before coming across a fairly well camoflauged camp.


"MEN!" she barked.


With plenty of grumbling, twenty five or so men fell out of trees and rolled out of bushes, all with dark circles under their eyes and rumpled bed-heads.


"Change of plans," Nikrael said. "We're putting a man on the throne."


There was deadly silence. For a moment, Nikrael wondered if they would rebel. After all; these men had been enemies of the throne before.
 
marcus brought Brutus the government report "here you go sir" he said before bowing and walking away Brutus read it it said "country running low on food and money must keep secret" Brutus had an idea so he sent a messenger to recall Nikrael and her men
 
After several hours of talking and preparing weapons, her scout came barreling into the glade.


"Message, Lady Nikrael!" he called out. Everyone blinked in surprise; no one knew where they were to send messages. Nor did anyone have a reason to contact them.


Nikrael stood and took the message. Then a grin grew on her face.


"Come on, men!" she said. "We've got a nation to build."


With the perhaps overly-dramatic words, the men began packing up. Within half an hour they were ready to meet Brutus.
 
Brutus stood with 10 of his guards looking at nikrael and her army "alright i know some of you are hated but i promise you i can make you loved the kingdom is low on money and food the people are beginning to starve i have a shipment of loads of food coming you will protect it and deliver it to the market then the people will cheer for you"
 
The men stared at Brutus for a moment, most wondering how he could trust thieves with a job like this.


"We're behind Lady Nikrael," said a burly man nervously. "If she says we should, we will."


Nikrael nodded. "We'll take care of it, Brutus."
 
"good i promise you all if i get the throne you'll be my knights" Brutus said smiling and walking away "by the way once your down i'll be having a feast for you and your men"
 
The men began to chatter softly among themselves as Brutus walked away, wondering about their good luck this day.


"On to the docks," Nikrael said. "Act like beggars or peasants about your way, keeping close to the shipment but not appearing to be a part of it." The men nodded, and they were off.
 
Brutus decided that well the men were doing this he would look collect a profile on the royal guard nikrael mentioned earlier
 
Nikrael walked down the docks, dressed in a peasant woman's outfit. Her men were scattered among the allies and docks behind her, keeping a careful eye on the shipment as it made it's way to Brutus and his army.
 
Anya was wandering around the same dock as Nikrael was. She was also not alone. She had a few of her best assassin friends with her. Her trainer had given her a challenge today - another murder. Anya looked around for her target, stealthily brushing past the crowds.
 
"What do you mean you can't find anything?" Screamed Brutus "he's a fucking royal guard it's not a secret" Brutus flipped a table while his assistant Marcus stood watching mouth open
 
[sorry been busy]


Draco awoke in the Mead Hall in shock from a horrific nightmare, in it, a figure, the size of a mountain destroyed Talon, and the throne sat, a pile of rubble. Draco got up, a bead of sweat falling to the ground. he spoke to the bartender and showed him the cross like he was told to so that he could receive a stallion to ride on his quest, "I saw the cross in yer hand so I told the lot to leave ye be" the bartender spoke in rough and basic sentences, similar to the Men he was serving, "Thankyou" Draco spoke with a hint of shock after what had transpired in his mind. he left abruptly and as soon as he stepped outside he could immediately tell which horse had been set aside for him, the horse had a white coat and beautiful blue eyes, with a set of armour made of what looked like steel, Draco climbed on slightly unprofessionally as it had been a good four months since he had ridden, with his feet in the stirrups he cantered down the cobbled road and out of the city.
 
Nikrael's crew stealthily followed the shipment, unaware of the assassins near them. They moved through the sea-side town, the shipment drawing far more attention than Nikrael had hoped.


"It's going to be a long trip," she muttered to Breeze. He nodded back, hand on his belt, near the ready knife.
 
Brutus had calmed down "sorry Marcus I got mad but I want you to find him Ok?" Marcus nodded and left
 
"MARCUS DO WE KNOW HOW NIKRAEL IS DOING?" Marcus walked in the room "no but I can send someone to look" he said "do it" Brutus said
 
As they were reaching the edge of town, the first attempt struck. Nikrael knew it would happen at some point; that shipment was too tempting.


It was a shoddy job, with three men darting in at once. One took the driver, and the other cracked open the shipment.


Three THWACKS of the arrows.


Three THUDS of the bodies.


Three of Nikrael's men moved the dead thieves out of the way and Breeze got into the driver's seat.


All in a day's work, really, if the future of the kingdom didn't depend on this.
 

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