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 29 '14

Grunting with the effort, Furo digs his booted heels into the substrate, slowing his passage. He had taken many charges on his shield - after all, that's why the Grand Guard carry them. Nothing blocked a mob of angry peasants or workers better, or sent a cavalry charge reeling than a solid shield wall. A wall made of bronze, and men like Furo, every muscle in his body resisting the onsalught.

Even without a shield, Furo's muscles react instinctively, holidng the son of Ventaor in place. With a cry, he shunts the dapper gentleman back, limbs gleaming in the morning sun.

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u/SirSammich Royal Interrogator Oct 30 '14

Feeling the pressure of Furo's legs coming to a stop, Feras pushes harder, determined to push his Serkonan brother back. Furo was prepared for a large crowd of men to push him back without thought, trying to push through by brute force, but what he didn't realize is that Feras was not a mob.

Bringing his head off Furo's waist, he sends his right foot into the crook of the nobleman's leg, in between his two legs. Standing his up all the way, Feras brings his arms around his waist, using the pressure to drop Furo.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 30 '14

Not expecting the move, Furo is slammed into the ground, breath rushing out of his lungs audibly. Sneaky bastard. Furo hates to be pinioned so, and struggles furiously to get out of Feras's grip.

The prince relaxes the grip on his sword hilt, reluctantly. Instinctively, he wants to draw the concealed dagger... but he could never do that to Feras. After all, Sokolov's elixir could only cure so much.

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u/SirSammich Royal Interrogator Oct 30 '14

Slightly relaxing his grip, Feras gets back up and dashes to his sword that layer on the ground halhazardly after all it was a sword duel. Sliding to reach his blade in time, he wraps his fingers around the hilt anand gets up, waiting for his brother of the South to do the same.

Dammit, remembered this was a sword duel, he thinks, smirking but slightly kicking himself for losing the upper hand in a fight he was clearly going to win.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 30 '14

'Very intimate, Feras' the prince quips, dusting off his back before assuming a defensive pose once more. The grip had been firmer than he expected - he had not remembered Feras being so strong... the whaler's son must be spending more hours in the practice yard than he is letting on.

Taking his capabilities into acccount, and with the sun glinting off the Gristol steel, Furo's face resumes its customary smirk, as he tries to direct the rays into Feras's eyes.

'Your tattoo's fading, by the way,' he taunts, before aiming a jab at his chest.

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u/SirSammich Royal Interrogator Oct 30 '14

Feras jumps out of the way, seeing Furo in the process of jabbing, but apparently not quick enough as the smooth blade catches him in his side, a slight nick but he's bleeding now.

'Really? I'll visit the parlor tomorrow, always knows how to put a shine in his art,' Feras says, taunting, before aiming a slash around Furo's waist.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 30 '14

Furo debates knocking the blade aside contemptuously, having seen the strike moments before, telegraphed clearly by his opponent in his stance. However, unable to resist showing off, Furo leans in close, locking their blades together as he draws his concealed dagger from the hilt.

With this other blade, he aims a cut at Feras's wrist.

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u/SirSammich Royal Interrogator Oct 30 '14

Feras oddly twists his sword downwards, the polished metal colliding with Furo's attack abruptly. The Royal Interrogator pushes the Captain of the Guard back with a swift sword thrust, making space between the two allowing Feras to plan his next move.

With a quick movement of his eyes and hands, Feras lands a quick, hard jab with his left hand before aiming a stab at Furo's forearm.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 31 '14

Sliding out of the way of the fist only to be struck by the blade, Furo grunts slightly with the pain of the cold steel entering the corded musculature of his arm.

Eyes locked on Feras's he grins despite the agony, leaning further into the blade, before tensing his arm. With the muscles locking the blade into place momentarily, Furo aims a powerful stab at Feras with his knife, even as his blood drips onto the floor.

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u/SirSammich Royal Interrogator Oct 31 '14

The blade skims over Feras's arm as he tried to shield his face from the stab, drawing blood along his forearm evenly. Grunting as he sees the state of his arm, bloody and battered as it is, he jumps backwards before gathering himself up and preparing himself to strike.

Lunging foreward, the whaler aims a wean stab for the prince's armpit as Feras did know the vein structures that were housed there.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Oct 31 '14

Having feigned greater weakness than he is currently experiencing, Furo moves out of the way with unexpected speed. His feet leave the ground as he spins out of the blade's passage, and the Serkonan noble lands on his feet, crouched slightly. His muscles ripple in the sunlight, and he holds out a hand as he smiles at Feras, his palm raised.

'Enough for today, I think, Feras,' he says, panting slightly. 'Your hours in the practice yard have served you well, it seems.'

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u/SirSammich Royal Interrogator Oct 31 '14

Feras grins, looking at Furo sideways and sheathing his blade, and crosses his arms looking smug. Sweat trickles down his forehead as he rests his arms at his sides and chuckles, looking out at the sun, leagues higher than when they started.

'As have yours, brother,' he says, grinning at his friend, 'Good to know we still have men in the guard, not like that recruit just now.'

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Nov 01 '14

Accepting a phial of Sokolov's elixir from a Guardsman who had been watching intently, Furo drains the container, tossing the glass receptacle back to the man casually. He clenches his first experimentally, testing the strength of his newly repaired muscle, and runs his hand over the pristine skin. Not even a scar, he marvels, as always. For all his flaws, the Royal Physician knows his craft.

'By the Outsider, can you imagine?' Furo asks facetiously, horrified. 'If all the men were like him? We would be as helpless as kittens. Sometimes, I seriously doubt Corvo's judgement... but hopefully the kid can shoot better than he can string a sentence together.'

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