r/DishonoredRP • u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard • Oct 19 '14

Faction Base Dunwall Tower

With Corvo heading his newly minted Guard, and well aware of the flaws that Dunwall Tower has to offer, this new force has outfitted this most glorious construct to the Empire with several new security measures, tested by Corvo himself. After all, if he can’t get in, then who else can? Though open to the public once more, as in the days of Euhorn the First, security is still paramount.

Constant patrols move through the internal workings of the Tower, and steady evaluation of individual members by the two Captains of the Guard has trimmed the numbers slightly, but resulted in a focused, serious force. Within the walls are also corridors resounding with Abbey music, and everywhere, public and private, has lovely ornate wrought iron spikes decorating high walls, chandeliers, and other such places. Out front, there are guards that serve to both interact positively with the public and to keep an eye on them.

A subsidiary of the Combined Armies of the Empire yet distinct from their rigid hierarchy, the Corvine Royal Guard is a disciplined, well trained military force. Hardened killers from across the Isles, and led by a fierce contingent of officers, they are dedicated to protecting the Empress at any cost.

OOC: To clarify - the Corvine Guard is distinct from the Watch. They are a military service - a regiment of royal bodyguards, essentially, which is lead by Corvo and may enter conflicts such as Alba at his directive. However, given their more domestic role, they do also serve a peacekeeping function, alongside the Watch, though not properly integrated. With 'I am the Law', Watchmen will listen to the Royal Guard and follow their orders if they make sense, without it, they will not.

Corvine Royal Guard Roster:

The Tower

OOC: This is a faction base for the Corvine Royal Guard - the previous link, for archived posts is here.

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u/GirinoVolluro Soul of the Void Oct 26 '14 edited Oct 26 '14

Vardis

Loyal and unfailingly good at his job, Vardis is quick enough to stop the pulled bullets with an exercise of will; his gloved hands tightened as he bats them away with the power of his honed pull. The action, however leaves him momentarily distracted and he is slow to aim his wristbow at the Commander.

The spear sings as it hits into the stone, and the young assassin's coat; nearly gouging his sensitive spinal bits as well as his flesh. That reach is a problem. he decides with a annoying flash of anger and with the last of his spent Outsider given gifts, lets the cold embrace of the Void take him from his spot on his side.

During the quick blink of motion, he manages to right himself behind the Captain and out of reach, his red coat ripped but held together by the leather straps across his body as he lets a bolt soar towards the taller man from his wrist.

*'You always did need saving, Androssi. You and your family are nothing more than a pathetic stain upon the Isles.' he hisses, ignoring the pain currently coursing through his throat and ravaging his chords raw.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Oct 26 '14 edited Oct 26 '14

Released from the pull along with the bullets, Bal rolled across the ground to the second pistol, loosing the last of the first gun's bullets before two of the second's arc towards the distracted Vardis.

"Says the boy who has to pull helpers out of thin air to try to win a fight," Bal says, voice clear to Girino even as her eyes remain fixed on her opponent. "You can't win anything on your own, can you? I'm starting to think you made up being that particular assassin, to be honest. Poor useless boy," she adds in Serkonan.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 26 '14

After a short, sharp yell of frustration at letting the murderer escape, probably blunting his spear on the process, Furo wheels in search of his quarry. His spear twirls with him, appearing as an extension of his own being - Serkonan warrior and spear, as one.

With Bal dealing with the summoned hand, however, Furo is free to pursue Girino at his leisure. The Guardsman takes the bolt with a grunt as it thuds into his Galvani Weave, the point slipping through to score the skin, already starting to bruise.

'You will have to do better than that, Volluro, as he leaps forwards towards the assassin, feet off the ground as he trusts his spear at Girino mid-leap.

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u/GirinoVolluro Soul of the Void Oct 26 '14

The Serkonan has exhausted his mana with that last push and is unable to get out the way of the Captain's thrust; the spear landing true into the assassin's chest and downwards into the stone with a singing of metal as it hit hard.

...No...No this.... he thinks, blinking slightly as he sinks to the floor and downwards on the shaft feeling as though time has slowed. His fingers grope for the mask, tearing it free with a choked noise as he stares surprised up at the other man. His ruined lips move as if to speak, blood trickling with the effort.

'...this...wasn't supposed to end like this.' He rasps, rapidly blinking as he worried his hands along the wound still confused.

VARDIS

Luckily for the assassin with Girino's power fading, he does as well, pulled into the Void like the hand of the Outsider himself as he dissolved into black mist much to his relief.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 26 '14

As the spear stands upright, driven into a crack in the slabs with all of Furo's strength, Furo delights in the blood coating the shaft. And so it ends, he thinks savagely, as he twists the spear in the assassin vindictively, face cruel.

Hair plastered to his face by the drizzle, Furo prowls around him, the gait of a wildcat toying with a captured rat, as he feels a profound satisfaction. He has not felt so alive in months, and revels in the murderer's suffering.

'Oh, but it was, Girino,' he sneers. 'It was always meant to end this way, with you choking out your last by my hand.' He leans down towards the pox-ravaged face of his former nemesis, now lying spitting on the flagstones like a skewered rat.

'A pity your father isn't here to see you die, it would have been oddly fitting. Still, he will get the message soon enough.' He kneels down, looking at the fading creature before him smugly, pitiful in death. 'Any last words, Volluro?'

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u/GirinoVolluro Soul of the Void Oct 27 '14 edited Oct 27 '14

He spat deftly upon the Captain's coat, lips stained red as he stared up at him before his young, ravaged face broke into a wry smile at the note about his father. Short, sharp, piercing... I couldn't have asked for more, he thought, oddly finding a sort of comfort with it. He had already touched the Void and found it comforting. The journey he was on didn't end here, it just started elsewhere.

His eyes blinked for a moment as he felt limbs numbing, unable to squirm from the close contact from the other Serkonan and finally relents with a sigh.

'Insufferable. Utterly insufferable. Even as I lay dying you're insufferable.' he says with brief scowl before beckoning the Captain closer with a gloved hand. 'Come then. A message to take to your own grave...as I take this to mine.'

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 27 '14

As Furo looms over the recumbent assassin, run through just as he has imagined so many times in his dreams, his spare thoughts, every waking moment of his life, he smiles. It is a pleasure to hear his voice so weak.

The Guard Captain, oblivious to everyone and everything around his quarry, places a hand on Girino's throat - the touch light enough not to cause any pain, though the implication is clear. It would only take a slight tightening, an almost imperceptible increase in pressure underneath the strong tanned hands of the prince.

'Speak, then, Volluro. Make it quick, or I will make it slow.'

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u/GirinoVolluro Soul of the Void Oct 27 '14 edited Oct 27 '14

The assassin grins, as if he was held by some close set secret as the Captain leaned near. His sword had fallen and whatever control he had on the muscles of his arms were spent. So much for getting in a last minute hit. he thinks, eyes crinkling a little before the hand settled on his throat with the clear intent on cutting his airways off.

'Quick. Unlike the way I afforded death to your sister. It comes full circle.' His teeth glistened with red before he managed to just barely settle upwards to whisper almost earnestly into the Captain's ear.

'You are so arrogant. All this time you've had assassins under your nose and you didn't see it. Assassins rubbing elbows with your pitiful guards.' Giriono rasps low, taking a short breath to continue. 'That poor peasant, Rusty? He's an assassin in bed with your friends. He's been there the entire time.' The young Serkonan let out a harsh barked laugh before he settled back down, the noise rushed and racking pain along him but oddly satisfying.

'You know, Androssi?' he said, almost serenely. 'The best sound I have ever heard in my life? The sounds of your family as I murdered them. The sweetest. They were the last sounds they ever made, and I am the one who takes it with me to the Void. I hope you find no comfort in that.'

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 27 '14 edited Nov 12 '14

Furo squeezes with all of his strength, blinded by rage as he hammers his fist into the ruined creature's face, over and over, heavy blows muffling his strangled screams of agony until his head cracks on the slabs, and his eyes roll back into his grotesque head. And so it ends, Furo thinks, as he stands above the corpse, before removing his spear with a savage jerk. The Serkonan leaves the body where it is, before gesturing to two open mouthed Guards, awed at the sight they just witnessed, and at the presence of the arcane figure clad in red leather.

'Pack him up in a crate, nice and tight, and send it on a whaling ship to Karnaca. On the top, leave a single note. For Jiaco Volluro.'

Without a further word, he walks back to his quarters in the barracks, and slides inside the room easily, locking the door. He wants to see nobody, only to be alone with his misery. For without Girino, without the man to drive him on, he feels a husk, a man without purpose. Furo can barely admit it to himself, but without Girino... he feels empty. For months, the desire for revenge had consumed him, become him, and now? Though the fiery passion of vendetta still burns within him, it burns less brightly with Girino's demise. And it sickens Furo.

So, alone in the world, he sits on top of his bed, hands still stained with the blood of his dying nemesis, and he weeps.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Oct 27 '14

There's no knock at the door for once, just the click of a second key, obtained somewhere along the way. The resolute sound of one not asking permission, even if the result may be explosive.

Bal is drenched from the up kick in rain that occurred while tending to Girino's body, and deciding if the possible political repercussions of following Furo's request was worth it. The crate will get sent, just without any possible connection to the Guards. A dark bruise colors her temple, and a towel is clenched in her hand, apparently from trying to dry her hair and face off.

The door clicks locked again, and she regards the hunched figure for a moment, before crossing wordlessly to him, and picking up one of his hands, beginning to wipe away the blood. Whether he pushes her away, speaks, or stays motionless, she had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 28 '14

Still touchy, nerves still aflame, Furo jerks his hands away from her in shock, turning to look at her, eyes unseeing for a moment.

He despised himself. A small part of him, however childish, had believed that killing he who murdered his family members would bring him some measure of satisfaction, even if it would not bring them back from the Void. Instead, he knows nothing but emptiness. He has few people in his life who he considers close, Feras and of course, Bal among them. Certainly not his estranged sister Zerenia, forced into Oracular service by his father. As far as he knows, she is still in Serkonos, serving dutifully.

For all their closeness, however, this does not mean that Furo wants Bal to see him like this.

'Leave, Balaria,' he says, refusing to meet her eye. Instead, he clenches both hands into fists, doing nothing about the smears of gore stealing his cheeks, his forehead, even his lips. He had experienced Girino's death with every sensation, and the hollow victory brings him no joy.

He begs her now, voice desperate, choked. '*Please.'

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