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Author Topic: With A Rebel Yell  (Read 654 times)

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Offline Cutter al-Sabbah

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With A Rebel Yell
« on: Jun 28, 17, 02:23:57 PM »
Cutter had kind of been thrusted into an impromptu leadership position among the rebels. As the only member of the party that had freed them from their chains, the Purple Dusk Warlord suddenly had a couple hundred friends and admirers. Questions had come up of who the other people were that had helped sunder the chains of the Colosseum's slaves, especially the masked creature that had sundered the ancient structure. To these, Cutter's 'simple' nature let him just admit ignorance and that he was there because it was the right thing to do. Granted, he hadn't known that their task was freeing the whole bloody Colosseum when he'd agreed to leave Pruul months ago. But it had been the right thing at the time to go with Baldy to help keep him safe for Nima's sake. It translated easily enough into helping the slaves, as Cutter himself had been a slave to the fucking Geiba.

Cutter thought a lot about Nima as they traversed the Faro countryside. Granted, those thoughts faded when some thankful, athletic, hot little slave fighter cozied up to him at night and wanted to share her appreciation for her freedom. But after the sex was done and he laid there with some foreign body cozied up to him he'd think about Nima and how he missed her face and her fierce little growls and her words. He was sure that the rest of the Mineborn and the Sabbah would not let the Old Spider molest her. Given how the crazy old bat seemed to think of her as his daughter, Cutter wasn't really worried about that. The wrinkled fucker was crazy and creepy, but he seemed to genuinely care about Nima no matter how much it rubbed her raw.

In all honesty, Cutter was more worried about Nima and Lucky being a thing. Every time he thought about that it made his stomach lurch with a need to hurl. Ugh, that mental image.

He banished those thoughts in time as he talked to Cadmus -- one of the more determined pit fighters -- about where to go from there. They were supposed to wait for Baldy, his girlfriend, and the creepy mask thing to show up and tell them what they were supposed to do now, he figured. But Cutter thought it best to secure themselves supplies and a defensible location just in case Hayll marshaled up the troops to come fight them. Given that at least half of the slaves had fighting experience AND jewels, Cutter figured that'd be a hard sell, but one never knew when the haughty bastards wanted their 'property' back.

Cutter wasn't just a former slave, though. He'd been a sellsword and a hired killer once, so he knew about living outside the normal circles of law and order. He'd gotten some of the rowdier slaves to raid some of the markets of a few villages and gathered enough supplies to last the group for a few weeks. That should hold them over while Baldy and his babe had their honeymoon, or whatever. As it was, now seen with respect by the crew, Cutter had settled into the center of the camp on a peaceful night. He had to admit he liked Hayll's weather and countryside better than Pruul. The breeze of the sea and the moonlight upon grassy fields was far and above better than the sweltering heat of Pruul. Even Onn was a hot shithole.

As he drank of his stolen wine, he mentally balanced the missing Nima versus the lots of sex and freedom that Hayll provided.

"Maybe I can convince Nima to move out here." He murmured to himself as the swarthy body of a Raejian slave who's name Cutter forgot curled up asleep next to him as he sat by the fire. "...Have to kill the old spider first."

So much for Clan Loyalty.








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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #1 on: Oct 29, 17, 08:33:14 PM »
Cadmus was restless in a way that most of the other escaped slaves weren't. They had escaped the Colosseum and many of them now held their Jewels but there was uncertainty around their escape that filled Cadmus with doubt and concern. The primary thing was the identity of their rescuers and how they had managed to do the impossible. From what Cadmus had understood about it, it was practically impossible to free one slave from the confines of the highly-regarded arena, let alone all of them. There had been spells and defenses, guards and servants, and yet the Eyrien and his cohort had defeated all of those countermeasures and sundered their chains. And now?

Now they were free.

Free to fight for their freedom, in any event. Cadmus burned with a fire inside him to wreck some havoc on Hayll for what it had done to him and the others and the other slaves within the Territory. It wasn't enough to have his own freedom; the Warlord Prince wanted it for everyone in Hayll.

And he wanted to spill some blood besides.

The Hundred had given a lot of pain to Cadmus in his five years in Hayll. One person in particular burned in his mind to go visit, soon, to repay some of that kindness. The mere thought of Michaela felt like a splinter beneath the skin. It worked into the muscle and angered him, made him growl at the mere thought of her, her eyes, and her Touch.

He hated her more than he hated Pullo.

It was that irritable mood that brought him towards "Cutter", the only one of their rescuers who had stayed among them, who was cozied up by a fire with one of the freed slaves, Taliyah, who had left the Colosseum with them. Some of the others had abandoned their idea of revolution, but many of the others had seen their fellow slaves as some of the only family they had left. Many had an axe to grind against the Hayllians and the idea of killing a few of them sounded like decent payback. But Cutter, marked with some long-lived blood in his scruffy features, hadn't disclosed much other than that he was from Pruul and he had come with the Eyrien.

"How long should we wait for your friend?" Cadmus asked, purposefully imposing his shadow over Cutter's prone form so that he couldn't enjoy the moonlight or the quiet with his new girlfriend.

Cadmus felt they'd already waited long enough.







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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #2 on: Oct 30, 17, 08:25:02 PM »
Cadmus, again, showing up to test his nerve. Cadmus was a pushy Warlord Prince and he definitely had ideas on what to do with his fuckin' freedom. But Cutter had his own ideas that, hopefully, Baldy would listen to when he showed up.

If he showed up.

Taliayh stirred against him, though still asleep, and her head rested heavily on his chest as Cadmus got into his light and tried to throw his Sapphire-Jeweled-weight around. Cutter wasn't having much of it though, and he lifted the hand that had a small cup of wine that he hadn't quite finished off yet.

"He'll be along." Cutter said. Cutter always said that when people asked him. It worked for a time, but he was sure eventually it wouldn't. But at that point what would he do? Follow them onto whatever plan they had? Cadmus had talked about attacking the Province Court of Faro and taking hostages in order to take over. And that sounded like a whole lot of nope to the self-preserving sellsword.

"You can have a seat and a cup if you'd like. Honestly, though, you should do like Taliyah and find some company. You were locked up for a long time. Don't you wanna enjoy some freedom for a bit?"

Cadmus glowered, and he could tell the Warlord Prince was going to go into something. Ugh. "I want a future for us instead of being random bandits, Cutter."

"Welp. I'd offer you to come back with me to Pruul, but the Old Spider wouldn't want all of you to join the Sabbah, so. Just wait for Baldy and he'll come back and help you with your plan." His dumb plan. Attacking a Province Court was dumb. But arguing with a Dark Jeweled Warlord Prince was equally dumb.

"You got a long life, Cadmus. Listen to 'ol Cutter. Patience is good for ya to keep on livin. Just relax." He nodded toward the barrel. "And have some fuckin' wine."

But the growl that came from Cadmus told Cutter that his attempt to mollify the situation had done anything but.








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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #3 on: Nov 04, 17, 04:04:00 PM »
There came a dull, soft WHUMP not far from Cadmus and Cutter, and the soft gust of displaced air from Gideon's landing sent autumn leaves whispering away from him. It was past nightfall, and most of the camp was sleeping or near to it. They'd been freed for mere hours, yet it seemed to have taken no time for the majority of the ex-slaves to find celebration in one way or another. Even Gideon himself had been waylaid from his initial intention to visit his home estate to check on his family. He had no reason to believe any of them had been caught in the dramatics at the Colosseum (with the exception of one that he was as-yet unwilling to admit to himself), and it had seemed more vitally important after the attack to tend to the woman who'd followed him so far on faith alone.

Said woman slipped down off of Gideon's back once he landed, one of her slender hands held ceaselessly in one of Gideon's larger ones. He led her towards the place where Hayll's champion was growling at Gideon's bond-brother, his stride purposeful and direct. The half-bred Hayllian paid little mind to whatever snark was being exchanged between the two men, and addressed them both once he reached them.

"Slate. Cutter. What news? Was there any trouble on the way from Draega?" he asked, glancing away once to check the lay of the camp again as he spoke. He did not look for the masked orchestrator of the nascent rebellion; they had claimed they would see Gideon again but "not soon".















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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #4 on: Nov 07, 17, 08:08:46 PM »
Hayll, the fields of Faro, shortly after the destruction of the Colesium.
This thread follows Remember to Breathe and Sleep now in the Fire.

Kesare Fuentes thought she might never tire of the wonder of flight.

Yes, Gideon’s dark wings often obstructed her view; the ride itself was much rougher and more visceral than her dreams had prepared her for (which often seemed true of Gideon’s lessons in a general sense). Yet the plunging, near-terrifying down drafts and exhilarating climbs only seemed to magnify the intensity and freedom of the experience. Something of that wonder yet lingered in Kesare’s gaze as Gideon slid her to the ground without once releasing her hand. Yet the wonder wasn’t entirely due to flight.

Or Gideon’s revelations.

Kesare’s heart burned within her to see so many freed; she yearned to complete Witch’s work, and wipe the scourge of slavery out of the Realms. So her grip tightened in his, as she sought to leash her own impatience. Her eyes gleamed in the night, reflecting the reds and orange of the campfires, pinpoints of passion in a cooly schooled face.

Oddly vulnerable in the wake of both their victory, and Gideon, her rare smile was tinged with both wonder and that feral, darker hunger when she greeted Cutter. It seemed that the indestructible Warlord was as hale and hearty as ever. His sleepy bunkmate earned a gentle nod of greeting. “Cutter, my friend, well met. Lady.”

A more formal nod to Cadmus Slate followed; for all their brief interactions had been both fraught and intense, Kesare could hardly call the Warlord Prince friend. Either more time, or more bodies laying bloodily on the ground between them would be needed for that. So Kesare contented herself with a more reserved, “Prince Slate,” for the Gladiator. He radiated a restless and dangerous energy. She didn’t know what council their landing had interrupted, but he’d likely require distraction or action.

More action.

Kesare’s trained gaze swept the camp, noting sentries and supply stashes. Someone in this organization seemed to understand the practical side of things. And it was highly unlikely to be an irritated Warlord Prince. She nodded approvingly to Cutter, before turning her attention fully back to the conversation.

Gideon’s question was both succinct and to the point; she was intently interested in the answers offered.










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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #5 on: Nov 09, 17, 08:53:26 PM »
Hayll, the fields of Faro, shortly after the destruction of the Colosseum.
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Khadijah al-Izar tipped her head back and let loose her battle-cry, the fierce and vibrant call of a hunting hawk who’d sighted prey. It rang across the foreign city, unrecognized for what it was. Smoke curled into the air around her, coated her body, crusted over blood. Around her, the stone plinths dedicated to a cruelty matched only by the Geiba melted, as if Hadjara’s Mother Night had chosen to dispense with this hell-hole herself.

Fire fountained around her, reaching to the heavens; stone glowed with heat and melted into the bones of the earth. Locked doors popped open without warning, and guarded men were left vulnerable. Khadijah looted and slew with glee, unknowing of what greater purpose might be behind the madness.

Uncaring.

Khadi hated slavers. All of them. It didn’t matter that these were not the slavers who’d taken her wings. Slew her mother. Hidden her Jewels from her. They were in reach and she reveled in the death and destruction. Each blow was silent, and most were fatal; she struck from the shadows, from surprise; she didn’t hesitate to kill.

She didn’t need to; it was painfully obvious, the difference between slavers and slave. And she’d never seen such wealth, in all her short 18 years of life. So she looted as she went, anything pretty, anything glittering, anything that might be money. She looted a fortune, in minutes.

But mostly, she hunted.

Though the heat pierced her armor, and the smoke clogged her lungs, her target was too close to let such minor distractions turn her aside. She ghosted silently, invisibly, moving confidently through the darkness while the man she stalked stumbled about ineffectively. He was distracted by the giant building collapsing around them; Khadi was not.

Stones tumbled down upon them both; Khadi’s heightened senses and honed reflexes let her dodge the two larger pieces. Her target was not so lucky; a rough boulder crashed through his Shields. Khadijah’s blades neatly bisected his spine before the echoes of his cry of shock faded.

In the distance, the crowd was chanting a name she didn’t know.

Cadmus.

What was a Cadmus?

A second, deeper earthquake drew her attention back to more immediate concerns. She swiftly looted the body, acquiring an odd, old-seeming gem, and an even stranger Key. The path to the surface was deadly-fragile and convoluted. Only her life-time in the Salt Mines of Pruul allowed her navigate it safely. By the time she made it to the surface, the slaves had gone. But they were a large group, moving in tandem.

And Khadijah was a skilled hunter

Skilled enough that the flapping of wings in the night drew her into a hidden position; she watched as the focus of her self-appointed quest landed in the middle of the group she had randomly chosen to follow.

Chills danced through her spine and her hands clenched. Right then, she wanted to demand of Hajdara or Roshan if this was a sign. If she was fated, somehow, to be here. Straightening, she spent a moment to brush Craft over her person, disposing of most of the blood, stone-soot, and mud. She stepped into the light of the fire, just as the echoes of Prince Cinnerus’ curt request died away.

Firelight glittered on long, wildly tangled black hair. It was cut short in front, neatly framing wide, blue-gold eyes. A feral energy danced within the tiny, slender warrior. Perfectly fitted armor, cut to minimize the evidence of weakness on her right side, and slender, dual blades declared her a fighter. But the intense grin with which she regarded Lady Kesare and Prince Cinnerus would be very familiar to those two.

Her gaze lingered longer on the Warlord and Lady they spoke with, but focused intently upon the angry Warlord Prince. She angled herself to the left, subtly keeping her weaker side away from him. A moment’s thought, and she bowed with lethal, boneless grace to the stranger.

That was Protocol, right?




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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #6 on: Jan 25, 18, 02:50:48 PM »
Cutter grunted as he slowly got to his feet and straightened his pants on himself. He soothed his bedmate with a gentle hand across her brow as he sorted himself out. "Take a nap. I'll be back in a bit to continue our conversation." 'Ol Cutter was a mite grumpy at everyone landing and talking when he'd been planning to drink and fuck his way into a pleasant sleep. Still, business was business and seeing Baldy come back with Kesare was probably a good thing, as Cadmus was being a right prick about shit at the moment.

"It's Cadmus." The crochety Warlord Prince corrected Kesare and that annoyed Cutter. "Slate was the name Pullo gave me -- and that Fat Man has no control over my life any more."

"No trouble, Baldy. Nothin' we couldn't handle." Cutter thumbed toward himself and took a slow breath. "Glad you and Kesare got yourselves sorted." Because if Gideon was fucking Kesare that meant he was less likely to fuck Nima.

Yes, yes, Gideon was Nima's bonded, but so was Lucky, so he could give a fuck less about that particular soulful connection that Mother Night added as a sick joke at Cutter's expense.

The movement out of the corner of his eye drew his gaze and he frowned at the additional bonehead moving around when they should be asleep. For a moment, he wondered if he was seeing things and he squinted visibly, then realized who it was among them. "Khadi?" His voice was filled with an incredulousness at first, then something more annoyed and angry bubbled into Cutter's tone as he moved to close the gap between them.

"Are you fucking airheaded? What the fuck are you doing here? Nima is going to cut off my nuts if you followed us here and got yourself hurt. Mother Night's fat tits!" Cutter slapped his forehead with a low groan of discontent.

"Ugh, I leave Pruul and I'm still fucking babysitting."








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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #7 on: Jan 25, 18, 02:57:29 PM »
Cadmus barely paid attention to the Green witch who had joined them. He recognized her strength and saw it as an asset for the war to come, but his primary concern was the other Sapphire Warlord Prince who also held the feminine Caste of Priestess with him. Him and the tri-casted witch who had helped free him from his chains who stood beside him. Cadmus had no issue with Eyriens, less so with those who had a hand in freeing him. He did not know more of the man or the witch, but being companions with Cutter and 'Baldy's' quick extraction to care for some other matter had put the Sapphire Warlord Prince in a foul mood.

"No troubles. Most of us have our Jewels, and those that do not have enough experience in the pit to make them daunting enemies when behind our shields.

"Cutter had suggested we take provisions, which we've done. We should take our forces to find a more defensible position. A District or a Province Seat, so that we can rally more to our number and make it difficult for the Hundred to attack us.

They will be slow to rally an army; the Hundred like to think themselves impervious and they will not wish to admit that they've been made weak by slaves."


Cadmus's military mind moved upon that point with a pouncing ferocity. He did not care that some of the slaves were asleep or drunk on wine and freedom. He spoke with a sharpness of the sword he had absconded from the Coliseum. "But we most move swiftly. The faster we can act, the less likely that the more wise Senators can sway the others to action."

Cadmus's gold eyes swept the area, then returned to Gideon. "What of your strange ally? The masked one. Will they aid us in our next move?"






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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #8 on: Feb 03, 18, 03:26:55 PM »
A flicker of Gideon's ire joined Cutter's in turning itself towards Slate for a pair of seconds. Gideon had not questioned the Dark One about their choice in champion for the slaves, but now his esteem for the man lowered a notch when the Warlord Prince chose to gruffly correct Kesare instead of Gideon, who had been the first to call him Slate. Still, when the gladiator suggested they move to a District or Province seat, Gideon considered the matter with an objective mind. Eyes narrowed as he considered the rulers nearby, he paused only a moment before responding.

"Why a seat? We'll need a defensible position, yes. But if we're going to forcibly displace someone, it should be simple to find a noble estate that is less thoroughly defended than that of a sitting Queen." He nodded to the rest of it, to the desire to move quickly and how the arrogance of the Hundred might be used against them.

He was distracted then by the outburst nearby. Cutter was complaining - loudly and crassly, as Cutter was wont to do anything, really - about a matter Gideon hadn't seen coming. He turned to look, and his narrowed gaze shifted from the agitated warlord to the source of his upset: a young witch with a wild look about her and a familiar, cutting grin. While Cutter swore and bemoaned the presence of the Pruulian witch, Gideon was beset by a broad smile. It looked strange in the midst of such sober conversation, no doubt, but he was glad to see her.

"Lady Khadijah," he intoned, impressed that she'd found him at all, much less as quickly as she had. He gestured, beckoning her to join the small party that was gathered. "You are earlier than I expected, but I am glad you are here." Cadmus asked about the mysterious figure that Gideon had begun to think of as, simply, Dark One, and the Priest Warlord Prince shook his head in response.

"Their part is played, for now. They will help us again when it is time, but establishing a foothold here is on us."















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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #9 on: Mar 24, 18, 05:20:52 PM »
Despite living as a free man for most of his life, the past year had given Shinsuke no Izayoi a deeper appreciation for his ability to choose his own fate.

The leaders of the Rebellion were discussing matters nearby. His fellow escapees drank, or danced, or slept, or fornicated to celebrate their freedom. While Shinsuke understood their joy, he agreed with few of their methods to express that joy. Rather than poison his body, Shinsuke set out to rebuild it and regain the reflexes stolen from him by his captivity. He sensed that their business in Faro Province, where they were currently located, would require strength of arms in the near future.

He would be ready.

Shinsuke moved through the first of the katas his father taught him in his youth, known as Night Descending Upon Ito. He’d executed slowly, at first, learning with the aches and pains of disuse had most affected him. Everyone around him would live for centuries upon centuries and Shinsuke could not tell the young from the ancient among these people. A women he believed to be no more than twenty was revealed to be six hundred years old, setting Shinsuke’s mind spinning when he considered all that he’d seen during his time in Hayll.

And they say that youth is wasted upon the young.

The next kata, Petals on the Wind, tested the limits of his endurance the first three times he performed it, causing him to take refuge near a tree. His black pants and red cotton shirt, the only clothing that was found to fit him, were stained with sweat, but Shinsuke put his head back and relaxed while his breathing slowed. He imagined the the crispness of the air back home as Autumn descended. It would be too cold for him at home, soon enough. His thoughts turned to Spring and how he and Hachiro would ready themselves for the festival.

You have to read this year, Brother. I will see that you do, no matter how much sake I must ply you with.

Hachiro had never cared much for poetry. He just felt that Shinsuke wasted his talents by refusing to share it with the world. If Hachiro was here, they would be unstoppable. His younger brother had an easy way about him, a talent for bringing people together that Shinsuke lacked.

Thoughts of his Hachiro darkened Shinsuke’s mood and he rose from his seat and returned to his katas. He performed his second kata four more times before he decided that he was ready to move forward. By the tim he’d completed Red Leaves Falling, the discussion was still on going. Shinsuke stopped and walked forward, standing at the outskirts of the gathered group. He recognized Prince Slate, the one who’d gathered them and vowed to lead them to their freedom. He also recognized the female, blessed three times by the Darkness who’d liberated them from their collars and cells. The man with the wings also caught Shinsuke’s eye, if only because he was also blessed with two castes. The Tacean had heard of male who bore female castes, but he’d not met one before now. Not up close.

Ladies, Lord, Princes, pardon my intrusion.” Shinsuke said, during a break in the discussion.

Is the Ruler of this Province truly unsympathetic to your cause? What of those who rule beneath her? If this has already been discussed, forgive my ignorance. But if the Province Queen or any of her rulers are capable of civil discussion, shouldn’t we engage them that way before resorting to stronger measures?” Shinsuke asked.

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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #10 on: May 28, 18, 02:44:41 PM »
Two Warlord Princes in close proximity was going to be dangerous, especially with the chosen female being close to one of them. Pride was strong in both males, and Cadmus -- recently won from his freedom -- wasn't going to back down from anyone now that he'd finally been freed of the collar around his neck and had his jewels once more.

For the first time since he could remember, he was free. He had awoken without memory the slave of Lucius Pullo, but now his fate was his own to decide.

Cadmus had already chosen his course, focused on those around him who'd shared his lot of bondage. The hatred he'd gained for the slavers, the Hundred, and the institutions of Hayll that had profited from the misery of the slaves of the Colosseum had sharpened to a deadly edge. He planned to plunge it into the heart of Hayll.

Shinsuke moved forward to speak. The stranger had been new to the fighting pits, but Cadmus had heard a story similar to his own: A man who had been wronged and imprisoned against his will. It was similar to the others, like Anders (who had not seemed to escape), himself, and so many others.

"The ruler of Faro is Michaela Tibault. She is as rotten to the core as the rest of the Hundred. She is the daughter to the Consul who tore off the wings of the Eyriens and threw them into the pits with us, and she's worse than he is. I know from experience." Cadmus formed a fist, his eyes narrowing in clear focus of his fury.

"They'll not deal with us. They put us in there in the first place. Pullo made them money. Cinerus was one of them, too. Her estate isn't far." Cadmus turned to focus on Gideon, his eyes narrow. "If not the Province seat, then her estate will do.

This isn't about us just finding refuge. It's to send a message."
And the way that Cadmus spoke it was clear what sort of message he had in mind.






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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #11 on: May 28, 18, 02:55:34 PM »
"Wait, Baldy, you knew she was gonna be here? Fuck's sake, who invites kids to a rebellion?" Cutter grumbled in deeply-hearted annoyance. Things had been nice before everyone, their mother, and her Court had showed up to have an opinion on what they should do next. It annoyed Cutter, really, that now all of a sudden there were so many voices about what direction they should take. It was as bad as trying to shepherd the Mineborn when they'd first gotten to the Little Citadel. Every little fucker had an idea on what they should be doing. Which made sense, since they had been locked up for fuck-knows-how-long.

Really, he understood, given that he'd won his own freedom after several decades not that long ago. Cutter had entertained a number of ideas, but Nima had always anchored him in Pruul. He was only here in the first place because of her.

While they talked about plans Cutter reached for his wineskin, grumbling under his breath about 'fucking mouthy chickens' when Cadmus mentioned attacking the Cinerus estate instead. Pausing, Cutter lifted an eyebrow and turned to look between the two Warlord Princes.

"Shit." He knew he shoulda started with proper introductions.

Sighing, the Warlord took a drink and inventoried how many knives he had on his person if this got out of hand in the next couple minutes.

Cause, really, he wasn't going to try to settle down two Warlord Princes who wore the Sapphire. 'Ol Cutter hadn't gotten to be as old as he had by being dumb.








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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #12 on: Jun 07, 18, 11:50:32 AM »
"I invited her to find me if she needed guidance," Gideon explained to Cutter. "But I do not regret her presence now. She is young the same way Prince Slate is now free. It seems a deceptively simple state of being, but neither circumstance is normal or simple." Khadi had seen more in her short years than some adults had to deal with in their lifetimes. The coming rebellion would be dangerous, yes, but he believed in his spirit that the Darkness intended for he and the young Eyrien to work together, somehow.

When Shinsuke stepped forward Gideon eyed the newcomer, unfamiliar with him but willing to hear him speak all the same.

"I respect your suggestion, but I'm afraid we are beyond civil discourse, for the moment," he said, with a shake of his head. "Perhaps after we have had a chance to organize more than we are now, but for the moment..." As if to prove his point, Cadmus offered his own response, full of the fury and vitriol one would expect from a man long-oppressed by the society around him. Gideon was sympathetic, but also unwilling to pretend that trying to push the newly-freed fighters into any sort of diplomatic situation would yield anything but chaos.

He nodded in agreement when Cadmus surmised that the local rulers would not be inclined to deal with them anyway, though that nodding stopped cold when the former Champion suggested they send a message via the Cinerus estate. His eyes flicked from the Purple Dusk Prince to Cadmus, all the patience and flexibility now sucked out of his gaze. He hadn't moved yet was suddenly tense, all the same.

"I am Cinerus."

There was a great deal more than a surname packed into those three words. Gideon saw it all play out in his mind's eye, the fury of the freed slaves turned loose on his family's home. The estate was well protected, but against such a furious and multi-faceted force as the hoard of rabid freemen, he doubted even his mother's impressive Craft would stand for long. Yet he knew to whom he was speaking. It seemed unlikely to him that the revelation of his identity was likely to sway Cadmus away from the desire to take the estate. It seemed more likely that the revelation would turn the combative Warlord Prince against him instead.

So Gideon told him, with just three words, that his suggestion was unacceptable. Only after that beat, that unbreachable promise of a line in the sand, did he go on to explain how the Cinerus line would play a part.

"My family will support us, but not all of their maneuvers will be in the light of day. This is merely a single battle that will decide our success or failure. This will be a long and complex effort, and we will need assistance from inside the machine we are trying to break.

"And we are in no position to make a statement. All we have right now is fury, fury wielded by men and women who have been abused and under-nourished. Most of them are unarmed and a good number of them lack their Jewels. We need to find a defensible place to shelter and organize before giving away any more of our number to a fight that will net us little in the end. If we go to the Faro seat and take it, what then? Draega will send the Praetorian Guard and those of us who haven't been cut down by the Province guard will fall to a force much larger and more experienced. We will be driven out if not slaughtered entirely, and this movement will be over before it's begun. Would you sacrifice real change just to sate the desire for vengeance tonight?"














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Re: With A Rebel Yell
« Reply #13 on: Jul 02, 18, 11:11:24 PM »
Shinsuke watched as the men spoke about the young woman, whom Shinsuke dubbed the Young Dragon, and whether not she should be here. Shinsuke saw no reason that she shouldn’t be, especially if she had the skill to fight and keep herself safe. She was young, but she appeared to have traces of Long-Lived lineage in her make-up. Shinsuke knew that she could actually be a young woman or she could be thousands of years old. It was hard to tell with most of them.

But the Lord Cutter seemed unhappy with the idea, which made Shinsuke promise himself to get to the bottom of the matter as soon as possible.

Shinsuke nodded, folding his hands behind his back when both Warlord Princes said that the rulers of this land wouldn’t consider talking to them, since they were considered escaped slaves from the Coliseum. The thought made Shinsuke’s blood boil. His fury was only abated by the Warlord Prince’s measured and logical response. There was no sense in marching blindly to their deaths against the Praetorian Guard, though Shinsuke would admit to wanting to test a member of this Guard in battle. Warriors with a centuries of combat experience would make a good test for his skills and help him get back into fighting form.

Whatever they did, they needed to do it soon, before people began deserting or finding their own diversions here in the countryside. Then they would have the dual issues of stopping the malcontents and fighting the Province or District Guards sent after them.

The idea to organize is best then, Princes. We should determine who will stand with us when battle finally comes.” the Tacean Prince said.