Hahaha too good XD

Apparently so, people are still talking about it years on ahaha

That was the greatest game.

omg you made one about me! XD

Removed

hmmmm i felt it ended a bit abruptly.

time to wrap things up with a little evil action

Victor tried to keep a suitably grim face as the prisoner was brought out, clad in chains and scanning the crowd, as if looking for help.

Oh, help would come, alright. It would come and fall straight into Victor's hands.

As the one-time thief was brought up to the chopping block, Victor finally broke into a smile and said, "Lets hope your friends are as loyal as I think they are." But the prisoner ignored him.

Suddenly, as the prisoner was about to be beheaded, the vile thief broke free and tackled the executioner. Stealing concealed knives, the thief began attacking nearby Guardsmen and the executioner joined him.

Victor grinned, "clever thieves," he whispered, and then he shouted "NOW!", springing the trap. Suddenly, dozens of Guardsmen burst out of hiding from sewer entrances all around the square and from under the execution stage, and they all closed in for the kill.

Drawing Enforcer and arming his hand-bow, the Guard Captain laughed and advanced on the cornered thieves, ready to capture them himself.

i dont RP so much anymore, but i used to do it alot. Check out a few of the threads below this one and i likely will have been a big part of it.

excellent, Victor looking forward to the big finale when Eltar is about to be hanged and he is rescued! that should be a very eventful battle! :D

the problem is that tinkers are inherently non-violent, and very passive. therefore only RPers who enjoy writing about non-violent and passive pursuits join in, and those are few in number.

i for one am completely unable to write non-violent RP, it is just, for lack of a better word, boring for me.

The heavy ironwork gate screeched open, and two guards entered Eltars prison cell to secure him, clamping heavy steel manacles that were attached to the far wall onto his wrists, leaving his in an awkward half-standing, half-sitting position halfway up the wall.

Once the guardsmen had checked the manacles, they nodded to a third guard standing in the doorway, who called out to someone unseen. Within moments, the doorway was filled with the tall and whip-thin form of Victor, the Captain of the Guard.

Victor sauntered into the cell, and fixed the prisoner with a smile cold enough to freeze lakes. "I must say, I owe you a debt of gratitude," Victor said with mock friendliness, "If you were not held in such high esteem by your scoundrel friends, my plan would not work."

Eltar looked up at Victor, and spat at his feet, the globule of saliva falling short. Victor just smirked and continued, "You see, you are to be hanged. At the crack of dawn. I have put the word out, especially amongst the... lower orders, and thousands of people will gather to see your demise. Or at least.... that is what everyone thinks will happen."

Eltar looked puzzled for a second, and Victor barrelled on. "In truth, you are merely bait, the real prize I am after is your friends."

"What do you mean?" Eltar replied.

"Why, isn't it obvious? Your friends will doubtlessly try to rescue you , and in the process they will be captured by my guardsmen, and for the next few months I will indulge in every torture imaginable, until you beg me to end your pathetic lives. But I wont," Victor's gaunt face came within inches of Eltar's, "because death is too good for mongrels like you. I will make you pay for the immoral lives of thievery and sedition yo have carried out. I will make you pay for every moment you have spent defiling my city with your presence! I will make you and your friends cry for mercy but YOU SHALL NOT HAVE IT!"

Eltar looked dismayed, but dismay soon became anger. "They will never fall for such an obvious trap! Do you take us thieves for imbeciles!"

Victor laughed, and replied, "Yes, to be honest! Besides, you underestimate your friends devotion to yo. My spies have confirmed it- they are planning a rescue as we speak. They will try, and fail, to save you, and in doing so, deliver themselves into the hands of justice."

Eltar slumped as far as he was able, realising that the Captain was right.

Victor sneered with contempt a he said, "You thieves- you are all so predictable. It is... pathetic." With that, Victor turned, his black cloak flaring out behind him as he left the room. His guardsmen followed him, locking the door behind them as they left, leaving Eltar alone once more.

Victor and his retinue cantered into the Foregate, the filthy crowd parting before them in fear. They lead the horses of the dead Guards, with their fallen riders and the captured thieves tied to the saddles. Today went well, Victor thought. A band of thieves apprehended, a noble caravan saved, his reputation bolstered by the tales that would be spread by a gratefull lady and her servants. All that was left to do was to find those surviving ruffians before they went into hiding or fled the city.

Hmmm.... Victor contemplated 'thieves honour' and the bond that often formed between bands of ruffians as a result of the near-death situations they put themselves in. What if.... yes, that is a good plan. If I stage a public execution with plenty of notice beforehand, the thieves will undoubtebly try t5o rescue their comrades. If they don't, then I will cut my losses, cancel the execution, and torture the ones I have until I grow bored. The very thought made him quiver in excitment.Oh, how he loved torturing thieves. They deserved it for trying to defy his law.

OOC: now you guys can continue with the healer hut scene plz so we can move this thing along

"what do you mean, they escaped!" Victor roared at the Guards he had sent after the fleeing thieves. Reinforcements had arrived earlier and he had sent them after the remaining ruffians. Now they had the gall to return empty-handed! "But sir," an indignant young Guard replied, "They entered the foregate before we could catch up to them and we have no idea what they look like, how are supposed to catch them?" Victor considered that the Guard had a point. How was he to catch them? Suddenly overcome with rage, he drew his sword and, before anyone could react, thrust it through the young Guardsman's throat.

A horrible gurgling issued forth from his bloody lips and Victor withdrew Enforcer, letting the Guard fall to the ground. The others stared in horror, lookign from their Captain to their fallen comrade, who was still making a sickening gasping noise. "I am glad," Victor said, "for bringing this poor man's body to me. those thieves can be dangerous when they fight back." without another word, he dorve his sord through the guards chest, ending his misery.

yeah, the memories were good. *nostalgic smile* it sucks that no-one posts here anymore. so sad....

i've been re-reading some of the threads, way back from my first year in dragonmount. now i know how old people feel... :P

Suddenly another Guard rode in, and lunged at the knife-thief, knocking him to the ground. How dare he! That thief belinged to Victor! At least in his mind, he did.

"What was that about, Victor?" The newly-arrived Guard, Josiah Penzer, asked. Victor nearly ran him through, right then and there. "For the last time." The Captain replied through clenched teeth, "You will address me as Captain, Penzer."

Looking around, he saw the thief that he had fought being lifted up, his hands bound behind his back. "Make yourself useful, Penzer," Victor growled testily, "And arrest that ruffian you just knocked over for me."

Excitement replaced anger as the Captain contemplated the gorius torture he would inflict upon these scum. When he captured the two that escaped.... well, the more the merrier.

-Victor

Victor parried a blow from the sword-thief, and made a jab at his side. The thief barely dodged and swung a blow of his own back, to no effect. It was time to end this, Victor thought to himself, turning away another of the ruffian's blows. After a few quick feints, he slashed at the thiefs hand twice in quick succession, the first was turned aside early, but the second sliced along the swordsman's fingers, causing him to cry out in pain and drop his weapon. The bandit fell to his knees and cried out again, but Victor kicked him to the ground and moved on, leaving him for the Guards to arrest.

He heard a whinney and a horse galloped past the melee, heading for the town. Growling, he turned; ready to order a pursuit, but he saw only two wounded Guards remaining. He would have to let them escape, for now, as much as it grated on him. Livid with rage, he roared "Bind your wounds and then arrest this thing, we are heading back to the city." The 'thing' was of course the fallen thief, now groaning in pain and clutching his slashed hand.

"But sir," one of the Guards ventured, clutching an arm wound, "what about-" He was cut off by the thrown knife that took him in the shoulder. The Guard cried out and stagger backwards, wrenching out the knife, and Victor soun around to face the assailant. Armed with one knife now, the thief looked grim as he charged at Victor, dodging a bolt from his handbow.

-Victor

Victor smiled coldly as his bolt hit one of the thieves -a teenage girl- in the shoulder. She went flying into the carriage with a thud, barely conscious.

With the handbow in one hand- he has added a small axe-like blade to the end for these very times- and his sword in the other, he slashed at a thuggish-looking thief, but his stroke was blocked by the thief's sword. Quick as a flash, he feinted to the left with his sword, and when the bandit moved to parry he brought the sharpened edge of the handbow down on his unprotected head.

the blow wasn't fatal by any means, but it hurt, as evidenced by the ruffian's agonised cry. Victor pressed the attack on the wounded thief, who was staggering backwards, but all his strikes were blocked. Glancing around, he saw a Guardsman fall, a knife through his eye, joinging another Guard already on the ground. Useless buffoons1 How hard were these thieves to kill! Would he have to do everything himself?

Looking back at the gasping, sword-wielding thief, he launched another flurry of strikes. One that the fool could not hope to withstand.

-Victor

One of the thieves raised his bow and fired, sending a Guardsman toppling to the ground, his horse slowing to a stop without it's rider.

Victor growled as more arrows followed, most missing but several hitting Guardsmen. His Guardsmen! More Guardsmen fell, tumbling to the ground at break-neck speed.

Now that he was closer, he could make out details; their was a noble-looking carriage and several heavily-laden wagons in the convoy, and they looked like rich pickings for this pack of ruffians. Their was a multitude of servants that had abandoned the baited thief-girl and fled to safety behind the wagons, no doubt waiting for him to save them! The lady herself was nowhere to be seen. Still inside, or hidden out of sight, perhaps?

Regardless, Victor's mouth transformed into a horrible rictus of a grin that was more fearsome than joyful as he closed with the handful of thieves. "CHARGE!" Victor roared; rather redundantly, but he liked theatrics. Raising his handbow, he let loose a six-inch long black bolt at the nearest ruffian as his squad crashed into the thieves.

OOC: Ok, how is this going to work? of course you have permission to kill my Guardsmen and fight Victor, as long as he stays alive, but what about your thief dudes? I will, of course, take them alive, but how much fighting should be done first?

oh, and for the record, i have four Guardsmen left, not including Victor. I set out with seven, you killed or incapacitated three, so i have four.

Victor Von Umbra galloped along the road, wind rushing through his short, jet-black hair and a dozen city guardsmen at his back. Eyes watering from the wind, Victor paused a moment to contemplate why he had chosen to lead the group that he had sent to stop those indolent thieves. Perhaps it was the thrill of the chase.

Or maybe it was the satisfaction torturing prisoners for trivial offences gave him. Perhaps it was his sense of smugness he got when a prisoner was hung. The way their eyes bulged as their blood was trapped. The way they turned red, then purple, then finally blue as they died.

But no, it was none of thatm, it was his hidden resevoir of rage bubbling to the surface like it always did when he heard of someone stealing from his city. He took it personally when something was stolen, as if it had been stolen from him, and not some careless merchant boob or a foolish noble dandy.

And so, he weas galloping at breakneck speed along a cobblestone road to the aide of some whining, overdressed puffball excuse of a noblewoman. He hated 'saving' people. Especially whining, overdressed puffballs. All he wanted to do was punish the thieves.

He was about to have his chance.

Suddenly he rounded a bend and, in the distance, he faintly saw a coach grinding to a halt, with what seemed like a small figure lying down near it. Bait?

Scowling, he drew his handbow; a miniature crossbow about seven inches long. The handbow fired extremely short ranged, but was able to cause serious hurt. He could reload it easily and in a few seconds, so it was a good weapon for close-ranged encounters, when he was backed-up by guardsmen, or for executions.

He also drew his sword, Enforcer, and signalled with it to rally his guards in a tight formation around him. It was time for these thieves to pay.

Victor von Umbra, Captain of the Guard, lounged in his massively oversized felt chair.

His feet rested comfotably on his desk, on top of a pile of paperwork that he had just finished, and his chair- more of a throne, really- was tilted back at a 45 degree angle, making him very comfotable indeed. Unfortunately, he was bored, as well as comfortable.

Crime in the city had been unusually quiet, of late, and he did not know why. He did not like ignorance, especially his own. Despite the obvious nearness of the Last Battle, the local Darkfriend circle had been ridiculously inactive. When they should have been murdering nobles or gathering funds, they were barely even spying on the city's higher citizens.

How did he know this? Well, because he was the head of the local Darkfriend circle, of course.

Despite his position, he had been ordered directly by one of the Chosen to do absolutely nothing until the Last Battle. A foolish decision, he knew, but he would never disobey a direct order.

Suddenly a guard burst thorugh the door, panting furiously. "Sir!" the guard cried, "I have urgent news!"

Victor nearly fell off his chair in surprise, but quickly righted himself. Scowling arrogantly, he replied, "What is it, guardsman? You know better than to enter my office without knocking."

The guard looked ashamed for a second but continued, shutting the door behind him. "Is the vault secure?" he asked in secret Darkfriend code, actually checking to see if the room was secure from prying ears. "The vault is locked and the doors are trapped. now, what is your urgent news?"

"One of the Friend spies have heard that a robbery is in progress. A band of thieves is planning to ambush the caravan of a noble lady within a mile of the city."

Victor was instantly bristling in rage. How dare those upstarts try to steal when they are practically in sight of HIS city! suppresing his rage, he replied, "Are you positive that they aren't ours?" The guard nodded. "Well," the captain growled, "Send some men to stop them! Take them alive, as well. I want to have some... fun with these indlent curas.

The guardsman saluted and left Victor smiling in satisfaction. Maybe today wouldn't be so boring after all.

i cant post on the thresd. how do i post on it?

exellent! tell me when we begin, and i shall join! yay!

im submitting mine now, dont worry! Victor von Umbra, Captain of the City Guard and leader of the local Darkfriend circle will hopefully soon be ready!

yay! how do i go about the mini bio? @Mystica if the words 'mini bio' were meant to be a link, it didnt work, so i dont know if there are rules, etc for them. sorry

looking forward to the RP!

Ooh! i love RP!

am i allowed to join this one even though i'm not a member of Freelanders?

if i am, i will gladly be the cruel, tempermental, corrupt, arrogant, Darkfriend Guard Captain who will stop at nothing to restore his image and apprehend these "scum" who dare to steal from "his" city. Once he finds them, they will pay for sullying his reputation! Mwa ha ha ha ha!

Ps: what does TPC mean?