[MOC] LoR GCVII (Restricted) Entry - The Fall of a Tyrant (or Liberati

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Hey everyone,

Here is my latest MOC for the Lands of Roawia roleplaying game at Merlin's-Beard.com:

Story:

Five dark figures hustled through the long cobblestone streets in the direction of the Palace, and in a matter of minutes they had breeched the palace wall undetected.

"The hour has come! It is time to retake Fangroth! It is time for liberation." Drawing his sword, Tathann slowly opened the door to the throne room.

The room was large with an elegant white marble floor. The walls were made of stone, with maple outcroppings, and decorated with Loreesi shields. On the far end of the room a dark knight dressed in black dragon armor stood on a throne platform.

"It's over Malcus! Tathann ordered defiantly, "Surrender or face the wrath of Fangroth!"

"Surrender? Bah! Foolish Loreesi, you think I would surrender to a merchant's son and a measly squad of soldiers? You've got to be kidding! You are the one who must surrender! Malcus roared motioning to three dragon knight guards.

Malcus clapped his hands as the room suddenly filled with dragon knight soldiers and outlaws.

Seeing the now desperate situation he and his men were in, Tathann started to speak.

"This is your last warning, surrender now, or face the consequences!"

"Consequences? What consequences? You wield no power over me. After all I am the true ruler of Fangroth, remember! Malcus hissed in response.

"You are NOT the ruler of Fangroth, I am! You are nothing but a murder and a tyrant. I thought I could trust you. But alas you have betrayed the people of this city, and the province of Loreos...!" Tathann exclaimed defiantly, anger rising in his voice with every second.

"ENOUGH!" Malcus roared. "Kill them, kill them all!

Seething with anger Tathann rushed towards the throne platform. Two dragon knight guards stepped in front to protect Malcus, but they were soon cut down--helpless against the mighty Loreesi lord.

Locked an a fierce dual Tathann and Malcus dueled atop the throne platform for several hours--as chaotic battle, raged in the throne room below.

Slicing through outlaw upon outlaw Festus tried with all his might to bring aid to his friend, who was now being driven back against a wall, by the dark Dragon Lord. He, however, would never bring Tathann any aid! For just as he reached the steps of the platform a sharp black arrow buzzed through the air and struck Festus in the the side. Gasping in pain from the wound, Festus collapsed on the cold stone floor. Upon hearing the sound of the arrow Tathann had begun to frantically scan his surroundings, searching for where it might have struck. Seeing that Festus was nowhere in site, Tathann's heart became sorrowful. With one great surge of desperation to aid his friend, Tathann broke free from the grip of Malcus, knocking him to the floor. Seeing that the Dragon Lord had fallen, Tathann's comrades wasted no time in arresting the tyrant. The whole room seemed to spin as Tathann cut down knight after knight in an attempt to save his friend. Finally Tathann reached the place where Festus lay, covered in blood and barely breathing, Festus tried to speak, but Tathann immediately silenced him.

"Shhh" Tathann commanded in a soft comforting tone, "Save your strength."

Tearing in a piece of cloth from his tunic, Tathann quickly and carefully began the work of removing the arrow.

"AHHH!" Festus screamed in pain as Tathann removed the barb of the arrow from Festus side and wrapped it in a fresh cloth.

"Tathann", Festus said in a low raspy voice.

"Yes my friend Tathann kindly answered, pain and sorrow rising in his voice.

"Promise me one thing. Festus started to speak, barely able to breath now, he struggled to speak. "Promise...that you will take care of my wife and daughter. That you will treat them as if they were your own family." Festus gasped, barely able to speak.

"Of course. After all you have been by my side since I was a young boy." Tathann replied.

"Thank you...my friend..! You have been a great leader to me and it has been an honor to serve both you and our great Prince."

Tathann smiled, trying to hold back the tears as he held Festus cold hands in his own; knowing that his (Festus) life was coming to an end.

"Tathann...promise me that you will defend our land as long as you are able wield a sword." Festus moaned.

"I promise." Tathann whispered.

"Fight on my lord, For the Prince, for Fangroth, and the glory of Loreos..!" Festus declared his voice becoming more shallow and raspy.

"Festus, don't die!" Tathann pleaded, as the tears streamed down his face.

"This is not a...goodbye. Festus exclaimed gasping for breath, "Just...a see you later."

And with that, Festus closed his eyes, and breathed is last! Tathann mourned over his dead friend for a long time. After what seemed like an eternity, Raylin came to stand by Tathann's side. "Come my friend, let us be going to celebrate. For Fangroth has been liberated from the clutches of the tyrant, Malcus."

"Indeed it has, Tathann answered. Between sobs. "But it has come at a cost!"

Edited May 2, 2014 by RoyalBrickCustoms