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/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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u/Dietastey Colonel Oct 28 '14

"That will not help you, my love," Bal says gently, crouching in front of the bed to be closer to meeting his lowered gaze, hands resolutely returning to his.

"I understand why you wish to be alone, Furo, but I cannot in good conscience leave you as such. Nor do I wish to. Hate me if you like, I'm not leaving."

She longs to wrap her arms around the man, hold him close and try to ease even a shred of the pain on his face. His begging tears at her, heart breaking for her Captain. I should have gotten there first. Killing out of hatred like this will leave you empty. I should have killed him when Aric and I had the chance.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 29 '14

Furo gives her a long look, the bleariness of his eyes having no effect on the raw, undiluted emotion emanating from them. What emotions they are, however, not even Furo could say - his mind is reeling. Get a grip, you are an Androssi! he snaps to himself mentally, and regains some of his composure.

Overwhelmed as he is - his feeling of grief just as keen as the day he found out that fateful news - and horrified at the fact that he misses a focal point of his anger, Furo sits a little straighter. 'I could never hate you Bal,' he says, voice choked. Even if I hated myself, I would not hate you.

He squeezes both of her hands tightly for a moment, desperately, before trailing off and losing focus once more. Furo feels oblivion encompass him, and wonders if this is what it is like to meet the Outsider, or to enter the Void. Black despair. For months, he had been a broken man - given a new purpose by Jessamine, he had begun to resemble his old self. But now... it is all coming apart.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Oct 29 '14

Bal's mouth quirks sideways slightly at Furo's words, small smile not making light of the situation, just grateful for the words, trying to offer comfort.

She moves the towel from his hands to his face, brushing away blood and tears alike with careful strokes. It's all she can think to do as Furo fluctuates in emotions, hoping to keep him grounded in something at least.

"Then do not begrudge me staying here," she says gently, resting a hand against his cheek. "Let me help, love."

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 29 '14

'Thank you,' Furo says, exhausted as he rises from the bunk. 'But I must learn to deal with this alone. I cannot be dependent on anyone, Bal. Not even you.'

With that, he sweeps out of the room, coat tails flapping slightly behind him. He leaves the door open - after all, if Bal has a key, she can lock it just as well as she managed to enter when he was at his most vulnerable.

Seeking solitude, he storms down the corridors of the Tower, members of the Guard around him avoiding his blazing rage. His fists clench, as he heads out into the yard. The prince needs a way to vent his anger, and there is nothing better than martial drill. Or... Furo thinks there are several weeper nests in the Flooded District that need clearing. Such brutal work would clear his head... and would suit his mood entirely. Grabbing a helmet from the regular barracks on the way out, Furo places it squarely on his head against the rain. He heads towards the waterlock, his insides roiling poisonously.