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As the stadium burned and sent plumes of acrid smoke into the air, there was further mania and chaos to be found in the central plateia. This was another hive of Creed activity as the Drowned Ones seemed to melt out of the shadows and take solid form when no-one was paying attention to their movements. As more spook than human, they swept around the stalls and displays like wraiths, destroying all they touched in a stampede of bands and crashes.
Civilians ran, women screamed, children stood dazed and alone, crying and holding up hands to any who might offer them comfort.
The Creed gave no such thing, leaving bodies young and old in their wake.
As his brothers in arms laid siege to the central square of the city and sent pedestrians and merchants alike scattering in every direction, one Drowned One in particular refused the typical tiny, dart-like knives of his compatriots and instead withdrew a nasty looking knife. With its curved blade he began hacking at a piece of broad, smooth wall where the carvings of his message would be unmistakable in the smooth stone.
The shrill keening of his blade set his ears on edge and caused those nearest to him to press their palms to their ears as they ran but when he was done it was worth the assault on the senses.
A piece of art carved with aggression.
The Drowned Ones left the square as if they had never been there, their work and task completed; their primary message and demands laid out for all to see.
GIVE US STEPHANOS OF MIKAELIDAS.
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As the stadium burned and sent plumes of acrid smoke into the air, there was further mania and chaos to be found in the central plateia. This was another hive of Creed activity as the Drowned Ones seemed to melt out of the shadows and take solid form when no-one was paying attention to their movements. As more spook than human, they swept around the stalls and displays like wraiths, destroying all they touched in a stampede of bands and crashes.
Civilians ran, women screamed, children stood dazed and alone, crying and holding up hands to any who might offer them comfort.
The Creed gave no such thing, leaving bodies young and old in their wake.
As his brothers in arms laid siege to the central square of the city and sent pedestrians and merchants alike scattering in every direction, one Drowned One in particular refused the typical tiny, dart-like knives of his compatriots and instead withdrew a nasty looking knife. With its curved blade he began hacking at a piece of broad, smooth wall where the carvings of his message would be unmistakable in the smooth stone.
The shrill keening of his blade set his ears on edge and caused those nearest to him to press their palms to their ears as they ran but when he was done it was worth the assault on the senses.
A piece of art carved with aggression.
The Drowned Ones left the square as if they had never been there, their work and task completed; their primary message and demands laid out for all to see.
GIVE US STEPHANOS OF MIKAELIDAS.
As the stadium burned and sent plumes of acrid smoke into the air, there was further mania and chaos to be found in the central plateia. This was another hive of Creed activity as the Drowned Ones seemed to melt out of the shadows and take solid form when no-one was paying attention to their movements. As more spook than human, they swept around the stalls and displays like wraiths, destroying all they touched in a stampede of bands and crashes.
Civilians ran, women screamed, children stood dazed and alone, crying and holding up hands to any who might offer them comfort.
The Creed gave no such thing, leaving bodies young and old in their wake.
As his brothers in arms laid siege to the central square of the city and sent pedestrians and merchants alike scattering in every direction, one Drowned One in particular refused the typical tiny, dart-like knives of his compatriots and instead withdrew a nasty looking knife. With its curved blade he began hacking at a piece of broad, smooth wall where the carvings of his message would be unmistakable in the smooth stone.
The shrill keening of his blade set his ears on edge and caused those nearest to him to press their palms to their ears as they ran but when he was done it was worth the assault on the senses.
A piece of art carved with aggression.
The Drowned Ones left the square as if they had never been there, their work and task completed; their primary message and demands laid out for all to see.
GIVE US STEPHANOS OF MIKAELIDAS.
Nicholai had dug her up bright and early that day, but for the first time in what was possibly ever, it was no difficult task to wake the princess. Emilia was no early bird, and would love nothing more then to lay in bed until the sun was well in the sky. However after the events of the day before, despite having a bedroom to herself at the Leventi household where they had kindly offered to host Emilia for the night, it did nothing to deter her mind from reminding her of everything she's seen that day, in stark detail in nightmares.
She had jolted awake more times then she had count, and the last time it happened, Emilia had been frightened enough to prevent her from returning to sleep, and had lay in the dark, wishing her sister had been around so she could run to her.
Come morning, when they were leaving, despite their offers, Emilia insisted that the Lady Selene remain where it was safe for her. With her retinue of security and handmaidens, Emilia had an entourage to follow her to the docks where her ship now awaited her. After bidding the noble Leventi's goodbye, she got on her carriage, where they made haste to the docks.
But that didn't mean they could escape the horrors of what the Creed had done to Taengea and Vasiliadon over night. The smell of acrid smoke lingered, and the sound of people crying was sharp in the early dawn.
The carriage rumbled along as quick as it could, but no matter how fast it went, nothing would have prevented Emilia's eyes from flickering up just as they passed a large, smooth wall, and a chill ran down the spine as she read the words carved on the wall.
"Nicholai." her voice came out in a shiver, as she called out to her bodyguard. It was obvious the young princess was scared - her eyes held a haunted look, the kind one would wear when they were presented with blood and death after a lifetime of being pampered and sheltered as a princess. "Make haste. I want to go home."
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Nicholai had dug her up bright and early that day, but for the first time in what was possibly ever, it was no difficult task to wake the princess. Emilia was no early bird, and would love nothing more then to lay in bed until the sun was well in the sky. However after the events of the day before, despite having a bedroom to herself at the Leventi household where they had kindly offered to host Emilia for the night, it did nothing to deter her mind from reminding her of everything she's seen that day, in stark detail in nightmares.
She had jolted awake more times then she had count, and the last time it happened, Emilia had been frightened enough to prevent her from returning to sleep, and had lay in the dark, wishing her sister had been around so she could run to her.
Come morning, when they were leaving, despite their offers, Emilia insisted that the Lady Selene remain where it was safe for her. With her retinue of security and handmaidens, Emilia had an entourage to follow her to the docks where her ship now awaited her. After bidding the noble Leventi's goodbye, she got on her carriage, where they made haste to the docks.
But that didn't mean they could escape the horrors of what the Creed had done to Taengea and Vasiliadon over night. The smell of acrid smoke lingered, and the sound of people crying was sharp in the early dawn.
The carriage rumbled along as quick as it could, but no matter how fast it went, nothing would have prevented Emilia's eyes from flickering up just as they passed a large, smooth wall, and a chill ran down the spine as she read the words carved on the wall.
"Nicholai." her voice came out in a shiver, as she called out to her bodyguard. It was obvious the young princess was scared - her eyes held a haunted look, the kind one would wear when they were presented with blood and death after a lifetime of being pampered and sheltered as a princess. "Make haste. I want to go home."
Nicholai had dug her up bright and early that day, but for the first time in what was possibly ever, it was no difficult task to wake the princess. Emilia was no early bird, and would love nothing more then to lay in bed until the sun was well in the sky. However after the events of the day before, despite having a bedroom to herself at the Leventi household where they had kindly offered to host Emilia for the night, it did nothing to deter her mind from reminding her of everything she's seen that day, in stark detail in nightmares.
She had jolted awake more times then she had count, and the last time it happened, Emilia had been frightened enough to prevent her from returning to sleep, and had lay in the dark, wishing her sister had been around so she could run to her.
Come morning, when they were leaving, despite their offers, Emilia insisted that the Lady Selene remain where it was safe for her. With her retinue of security and handmaidens, Emilia had an entourage to follow her to the docks where her ship now awaited her. After bidding the noble Leventi's goodbye, she got on her carriage, where they made haste to the docks.
But that didn't mean they could escape the horrors of what the Creed had done to Taengea and Vasiliadon over night. The smell of acrid smoke lingered, and the sound of people crying was sharp in the early dawn.
The carriage rumbled along as quick as it could, but no matter how fast it went, nothing would have prevented Emilia's eyes from flickering up just as they passed a large, smooth wall, and a chill ran down the spine as she read the words carved on the wall.
"Nicholai." her voice came out in a shiver, as she called out to her bodyguard. It was obvious the young princess was scared - her eyes held a haunted look, the kind one would wear when they were presented with blood and death after a lifetime of being pampered and sheltered as a princess. "Make haste. I want to go home."
Unlike the Princess, Nicholai hadn’t bothered to sleep, and had stood guard outside her door. Watching over her while he thought she’d slept. If he’d known she’d been unable to sleep, he’d have sent one of the Leventi servants for tea in hopes of soothing her. Nicholia knew that he wouldn’t be of much use once the ship cast off, no matter how placid the seas, so was making up for it now.
Putting the princess on horse back might’ve been faster than the carriage, but it didn't offer the same level of protection. Besides his horse was big and strong enough to carry him, and the princess even at speed should he have to pluck her from the carriage and run for it.
Nicholai’s eyes went stony when he read the writing on the wall, and narrowed to slits for a moment before doing another sweep of their surroundings. Hearing the tremor in his voice, Nicholai urged his mount closer to the carriage so she might see his face, “No harm will come to you. This I vow.” He sent her a quick smile, hoping to calm her clearly shattered nerves. I’d die first He thought, trying to keep his body between the carriage window and anything else that might upset the princess he guarded. He’d sent men ahead to ensure the ship was secure and would be ready for immediate departure once Emilia was safely aboard.
When the carriage stopped beside the docks, Nicholai swung down from his horse's back, passing the reins to one of the stable hands. strode to the carriage to help Emilia down before walking her aboard the ship.
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Unlike the Princess, Nicholai hadn’t bothered to sleep, and had stood guard outside her door. Watching over her while he thought she’d slept. If he’d known she’d been unable to sleep, he’d have sent one of the Leventi servants for tea in hopes of soothing her. Nicholia knew that he wouldn’t be of much use once the ship cast off, no matter how placid the seas, so was making up for it now.
Putting the princess on horse back might’ve been faster than the carriage, but it didn't offer the same level of protection. Besides his horse was big and strong enough to carry him, and the princess even at speed should he have to pluck her from the carriage and run for it.
Nicholai’s eyes went stony when he read the writing on the wall, and narrowed to slits for a moment before doing another sweep of their surroundings. Hearing the tremor in his voice, Nicholai urged his mount closer to the carriage so she might see his face, “No harm will come to you. This I vow.” He sent her a quick smile, hoping to calm her clearly shattered nerves. I’d die first He thought, trying to keep his body between the carriage window and anything else that might upset the princess he guarded. He’d sent men ahead to ensure the ship was secure and would be ready for immediate departure once Emilia was safely aboard.
When the carriage stopped beside the docks, Nicholai swung down from his horse's back, passing the reins to one of the stable hands. strode to the carriage to help Emilia down before walking her aboard the ship.
Unlike the Princess, Nicholai hadn’t bothered to sleep, and had stood guard outside her door. Watching over her while he thought she’d slept. If he’d known she’d been unable to sleep, he’d have sent one of the Leventi servants for tea in hopes of soothing her. Nicholia knew that he wouldn’t be of much use once the ship cast off, no matter how placid the seas, so was making up for it now.
Putting the princess on horse back might’ve been faster than the carriage, but it didn't offer the same level of protection. Besides his horse was big and strong enough to carry him, and the princess even at speed should he have to pluck her from the carriage and run for it.
Nicholai’s eyes went stony when he read the writing on the wall, and narrowed to slits for a moment before doing another sweep of their surroundings. Hearing the tremor in his voice, Nicholai urged his mount closer to the carriage so she might see his face, “No harm will come to you. This I vow.” He sent her a quick smile, hoping to calm her clearly shattered nerves. I’d die first He thought, trying to keep his body between the carriage window and anything else that might upset the princess he guarded. He’d sent men ahead to ensure the ship was secure and would be ready for immediate departure once Emilia was safely aboard.
When the carriage stopped beside the docks, Nicholai swung down from his horse's back, passing the reins to one of the stable hands. strode to the carriage to help Emilia down before walking her aboard the ship.
