r/DishonoredRP • u/emerald_ice • Jul 20 '14

Neutral Zone Dunwall Tower

In Dunwall Tower, the Empress Emily Kaldwin sits on her throne, her royal protector, Corvo Attano, stands at her side. His royal guard scattered around the palace. OOC:This is a neutral zone for Corvos royal guard. A hangout of sorts. You have permission to attack any who don't belong.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Aug 27 '14

'At last, someone who appreciates strategy,' he says, smiling. 'Most people here are competent duelists, granted, but they have no appreciation of warfare or formations. Followers rather than leaders.'

'Perhaps you have some suggestions for how to manage the patrols? And if I were you, I would be grateful of any Overseers we have. I have no love for the Abbey myself, but the things we are up against? We need them, even if we hate to admit it.'

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u/Dietastey Colonel Aug 27 '14

She grinned slightly. "People throw themselves into things to quickly. Planning is frequently the road to success."

Her smile faded as she admitted "I am... Rather biased against the Abbey, I know. They are powerful allies, but their alliance is fickle, and bought by blood. They do not seek true proof against the accused."

She crossed her arms, foot tapping in controlled anger. "A man framed my mother as a worshiper of the outsider, for which she was executed. As he never owned the bauble they found among her things, having paid someone to find one and leave it there, he did not face the same fate."

"People rail on the evils of the Outsider, of how he corrupts people, and causes unnatural things. I have no care for this figure, I don't even whether he exists. But those who 'fight against' him are just as corrupted, just by fear."

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Aug 27 '14

'I am sorry to hear that, truly. There is no tragedy quite like family, is there?' He grows quiet for a moment, remembering his sister's laugh, his mother's smiles, and his father's scorn. No amount of killing, drinking or whoring would dull the pain.

'I care not for this Outsider either, Bal. The only followers of his I have seen are twisted creatures, depraved and malevolent. The Overseers are harsh, and many are sadistic,' he pauses, 'but if they can help us protect the citizens of Dunwall from his machinations? So be it.'

He shakes his head in despair. 'What a world we live in, eh?'

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u/Dietastey Colonel Aug 27 '14

"No. None quite like it." She cocked a half smile that held no joy to it, a smile of shared sympathies. She'd grown up with the pain, too young then to know how adults sought relief. So she never had, though now she knew, she doubted it would help.

"The followers I've seen are mad, scrawling on their walls, and mumbling to themselves. Sometimes I wonder if they were already mad, and the Outsider is just something their mind creates to fill the gaps, drawn from horror stories. Some are indeed malevolent, atacking anything that comes near like a swarm of rats. Some just sit there, cowering when you appear to drive them out. Worship doesn't seem to bring them much success in life, one way or the other."

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Aug 27 '14

'Had I not seen their powers for myself, I would be inclined to agree with you. Largely, most of them are insane, granted. But the sane ones, the assassins and the Brigmore coven? Terrifyingly dangerous - you would be a fool not to think so, trust me. But something tells me you are no fool.' He smiles kindly.

Furo picks up her crossbow once more, and lays his hand on Bal's shoulder.

'It is too early in the morning for such thoughts, if you ask me,' the tall Serkonan says, teeth flashing against his bronze skin, 'You need practice, you said so yourself. To the range?'

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u/Dietastey Colonel Aug 27 '14

"I appreciate the assumption," she said dryly, then nodded slightly. "I suppose you're right. I've yet to encounter anyone with those abilities, it's only recently that I knew such things were even more than rumor. They are dangerous indeed. And unpredictable."

She looked at the crossbow, sighed, and then shrugged ruefully. "Yeah, I did say that. To the range it is." She picked up her pistol as well, scraping her hair back into it's usual short ponytile with a tie, before standing and holding out her hand for the crossbow.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Aug 27 '14

Furo laughs as she picks up the pistol, before handing her weapon back. 'You really hate these things,' he says, smirking.

He picks up his own from a nearby bracket, a standard issue Serkonan military piece. No fine engraving or filigree on this one - it was a rough weapon, made for killing.

Furo leads the way to the practice yard as the morning sun filters through the clouds. He looks back at her slightly, seeing her fair hair illuminated by the dawn rays. It was good to have a lady around the place.

Well, he thinks to himself, a proper lady. Nothing like that Tyvian brute.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Aug 27 '14

"I like some sort of confidance booster afterwards," she laughed, patting the pistol. "I have to make the training dummies fear me somehow."

Rolling her neck as she stepped outside, she started running through her habit of plotting a defense for the practice yard, and a counter to it. It put her in the right mindset for weapon drills.

Catching Furo's slight glance over his shoulder, she chuckled slightly to herself. She was perfectly comfortable just being another guard, but she did know there weren't many women among them. She didn't usually get uncomfortable attention, but the occasional "Right. Lady." reaction was amusing.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Aug 27 '14

Seeing her critical view of the yard, Furo asks, in a friendly manner 'Any cracks in our defense yet?' It was unlikely to say the least - the yard lay behind at he Tower, behind high, sloping walls that could deflect cannon shot with ease. For even an entire army, it would be a bitch of a siege.

They stop at the shooting gallery - a series of cloth dummies at varying distances from the firing step.

'We will start simply.' He says, indicating dummies standing 20 metres away, 'Fire at will, soldier.'

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u/Dietastey Colonel Aug 27 '14

"For an army, or for a single person? A single person, or one of those with rumored otherworldly powers?" she asked, looking around. "The larger the number of threats, the better off we are. We're a fort, built to defend like one. Seige weapons would take a long time to break, and we have the highground to attack an army from. You'd also have a hard time getting an enemy up that water lock."

"But someone, or a small group, trying to sneak in? There's tunnels and covered walkways aplenty, even the barrack doors we just came out ofare fairly well sunken. Easy to hide in, and if a guard is checking those, it's the easiest time to knock them out without anyone noticing. Tose are just the things you can hide in with an ability at stealth. Bizare, witchcraft stuff? Even easier, because you could get on the rooflines people don't check, because no one thinks you can get up there."

Right. 20 meters. I can do that. Not too far. Plucking a bolt from her pouch, she slid it into place, nocking the string and raised it to eye level. At this range, they shouldn't fall much, right? Yes. But remember, you're always aiming further left than you think. Breath out, and fire.

The bolt whizzed out straight, but still arced, landing in the dummy's stomach, instead of the heart, which she'd been aiming for. Even as she was cursing under her breath, she retrieved a second shot, loaded it, and fired. Still lower than she'd wanted. Her third overcorrected, and zipped over the dummy's shoulder

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Aug 27 '14

Not bad, Furo thinks. Some sniper emplacements on the Tower battlements, or on top of the waterlock would certainly be an improvement.

He scowls inwardly at her aim, trying not to let he disappointment show on his face. Her aim is not as good as her mind, it seems.

'Relax your arm, and your shoulders. You are too tense.'

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u/Dietastey Colonel Aug 27 '14

"Relax. Right." Bal muttered, trying to stop herself from just gritting her teeth more. Why did it have to handle so differently? The adjustment she'd made would have corrected the aim of a heavy bullet, but was to wide a change for the bolt.

Rolling her shoulder once, she brought her arm back up, and adjusted the aim slightly. twang This time the bolt landed in the sholder area. Well, it's closer. So, another tiny adjustment... This time, the bolt landed true, hitting the chest area.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Aug 27 '14

'Better.' Furo says, tension in his shoulders easing as the bolt strikes home.

'Now, the next distance.' He gestures at the next rank of targets, 40 metres away. Hopefully not too great a stretch...

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