EMPIRE OFFICAL LOG: Arriving at Halyard

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Location: Halyard: West Sq.

Characters Involved: King Darkfur, Orel, Rurik.

Its a Sunny Afternoon, the village quiet and peaceful. Beasts go about their lives, trading, talking, drinking. But it all seems to halt...everything goes quiet. The loud footfalls of armoured boots and big

tall halberds on the ground seem to draw attention. In the middle of the four beasts Stands Darkfur. Dressed as a commoner. His cape is absent and so is his crown, but all the same he seems to attract attention.

Rurik is having a bad day, surrounded by woodlanders and dirt, "Dirt dirt dirt!" He actually curses the stuff whist scuffing his boots on the ground contemptuously.

Darkfur hms at Rurik and laughs. "Having fun Rurik? I knew this place would get you in a better mood...better then what you were like coming here"

Rurik growls his frustration at the rat, "No, I am not having fun, I would have preferred to say on /my/ ship." He, unlike the king, is not surrounded by those armored dead-heads but instead keeps his own personal guard of top notch crew types.

Darkfur laughs. "Yeah...Your ship is still under Repairs remember? I crashed it" he laughs. "Well...you know...My ship is better anyways. More room...more slaves"

"And more slaves to rebel and swamp you, besides, that hunk of drift wood isn't that much bigger, an 'ell of a lot slower too." Yeah he's in a really bad mood, stooping and grabbing a rock to bounce off one of those guard dudes.

Darkfur laughs. The guard just growls until the rat gives a look. "Its not slower. And its not that much bigger..." he laughs. "Man Rurik, whats got you down? We're here to rule...dont get like that..." he laughs.

Rurik bounces a second rock of the guard, good stress relief I guess. "Dirt dirt dirt, I haven't been on the main land in ten seasons near, I hate these inland places."

Darkfur rolls his eyes. "You know something...I should have left you on the Island. But nooo...I had to drag you along..." he frowns some. "You know, you really need to loosen up"

Ping! And there goes yet another stone against the guard. "Well why did you take me along? I was perfectly fine in my house, but you had to drag you fleet commander on a ground mission."

Darkfur laughs. "Yeah. You needed to get out more..so I had to drag you along...besides you need to get more often" he laughs.

Rurik growls again. "No no no no no no, I was perfectly happy on my ship and on my island, I don't

need to be dragged along for this nonsense!"

Darkfur sighs. "For the hundredth time Rurik, Just because you were around when my father was, doesn't mean its...your...island"

"If I am not mistaken you have only told me that six times in the past," He looks like he has half a mind to insult the rat's intelligence >.>

Darkfur frowns. "its not six times" he replies. "Its more then that. Almost...once a day"

Rurik shakes his head, "No, I kept count, it was six times and that one makes it seven. Maybe that's why you spend so much, you can't add it all up."

Darkfur frowns. "Tell me you were like this around my father, please...Tell me...go on...Maybe I'll spare you the torture" he eyes the stoat.

Darkfur was standing next to Rurik until He wandered off to beat something up. "Man that stoat needs to relax some..." The four guards in Big shiny armor nod and somewhat before Darkfur shrugs some and wanders off towards the Center of the square. He stays within his Four guards though, just in case.

A brown rat moves out of an alley way further up the street. He looks like a sea-rat. His brown fur ragged and unkempt, his clothing tatty and torn and faded. He starts down the street, winding the chain of his morning-star around his waist and idly stroking one of the many good luck charms about his person

Darkfur watches the rat that just came out of the ally way. The Morning star gets a frown. "Take it...I dont want that thing around me" He orders his guards who go over to Orel and attempt to steal the morning star.

Orel stares at the guards approaching him and grips his weapon. "Yer.. stay back.. ah dinnae care who ye be yer nae takin me stoof!" He then catches sight of Darkfur and his eyes widen, he fumbles for the stone hanging around his neck and peers through the hole in it. "Ahhhh.. .the empire of darkness trembles beneath thy feet! Oh lord of all he has.. master and lord and ruler of our kind and all." He sways on his feet, eyes glazed over. "A mighty time... a great place... but darkness and war, slaughter and death..."

Darkfur frowns a bit at the Rat then tilts his head some. "hold off..." The four guards stop and step back. the lead rat goes over and continues glaring at Orel. "Whats all this then Hm?" Darkfur asks

Orel cringes back from that stare, rubbing his claws together nervously as he stares up at Darkfur,

eyes glazed over as he shuffles back a few steps. "Darkness... death and flame, destruction, blood and carnage... loom in the seasons ahead of the mighty one." His knees hit the floor as he stares up at Darkfur and stares beyond him. "Can you not see.. .the road of greatness! The mightone leading onwards, onwards into seasons of slaughter."

Darkfur grins some. "What are you, some kind of seer?" He asks with a grin. "I could use a seer in my empire..." he laughs. "What do you say hm? Hundred Crowns a week..." crowns? Must be what they call money in their empire.

Darkfur grins some. "What are you, some kind of seer?" He asks with a grin. "I could use a seer in my empire..." he laughs. "What do you say hm? Hundred Crowns a week..." crowns? Must be what they use as for money.

Orel sits down with a thump, staring slack jawed at the rat before he blinks, slowly clearing his eyes and shivering. "No... no darkness and my end lie beyond this village... tied to it am I by fate... I will read for all who come to me!" He looks at the guards. "Unless by force you take me so..."

Darkfur frowns wildly. "I want a Seer in my empire..." he growls. "How much will it take to get you in hm?"

Orel shuffles back wards, tugging at his purple sash. "Nothing... money.. gold oh it glitters so and I wish it all... but how can I leave when I know death comes to me if I do! What use a Seer am I if to dark forest's gates I go! Your empire lies far from here... so far.."

Darkfur frowns. "Fine!" he glances to the guards. "Beat him up...I'll want his services later so dont Kill him" The four guards nod and advance on Orel.

Orel squeaks and stares at the approaching guards, he can't take on four. "NO! My lord! Please!" he throws himself fully on the ground, reaching out towards Darkfur's feet. "Do not let them harm Orel...." he screams suddenly, his back arching as the rat seems to go into convulsions, foaming at the mouth before he shrieks in a terrible voice. "An empire stands on the brink... to topple or fall... to win or die, blood and rain and mud and war.... beware the ire of the spirits... heed the word of the one who sees. Take him only to the place of the Empire, when the moon is red and send him back to were he does belong when the sky turns pale with spring's sunlight." The voice is horrible, screeching, clawing nasty and the rat collapses after those last words and twitches.

Darkfur pauses and motions the guard off when he starts shaking. "Hm..." he glares down. "Maybe you could be of some use even outside the...empire..." he glares down, looking baffled. "Is he dead?" he asks. Guard Number 1, a big ferret means over and finds a pulse. "Nope"

Orel is still breathing, his eyes have rolled back in his head and his claws are dug into the ground as he shudders and with a groan exhales and relaxes, staring up at the sky then the rats. "Mi... Lord...."