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Prince Tzakiv Korya of Orlov's page

5 posts. Alias of Corerue.


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"I send for blades and find my draw empty, where are these damn mercenaries..."

The youngest of the lords stood with his fellow nobles as the Prince glowered at the grand table angrily. The twins were with him today and that was always a bad omen. The young lords dragon hung back with the others, watching in an empty way as her young rider stepped forward and gave a detailed report. "They entered the mountains, they appear to have increased their numbers drastically before leaving Brevoy and are experiencing the fiercest winter storm I have ever ridden through. Also, more shocking Commander Hawk has crushed the mountain lord..."

The Prince rose to his feet with this shocking revelation. "What?! That ice demon has finally fallen?" His elation was temporary and he sat down then and steeples his fingers as he allowed the younger lord to finish his report.

"The Mountain Lord stalked them for quite sometime, I noticed a number of sentries were literally stolen from the camp. Then one night a particular mercenary, a Tian one from what I could see. Cut off the demons wing when it came to snatch him up. Without their maneuverability the ground battle was fierce but short lived." He draws a document out of a scroll and hands it to one of the twins who eyes the young lord in a fierce way, which was the norm.

She reads it over, counting the numbers and then remarking. "Hawk released a small detachment for an unknown detail, they were lost in the overreach of the mountains forest. Though it is noted some sort of battle occurred the night before."

The Prince shook his head before laughing aloud. "These Blades cut a path don't they. I wonder if they are pillaging along the way..." He smirks as the younger lord waits patiently to speak again. "It would be good if they did. It would make things easier."

He looks to the newest Lord among them. Or should he call her Lady...

"How goes your clearing Lady Lenusya?" He smirks as on of his lord chuckles, mainly Lord Grenalf.

Lady Lenusya rises from her seat and curtsies to the Prince. "Difficult my liege. My forces are small but we are making progress, though an all out attack would devastate my fighters and our opponent significantly out numbers us."

The prince taps his chin as she speaks. "What primarily are you facing? I thought it was merely undead rabble?"

She nods, knowing better then to correct the Prince before he finishes speaking. "Yes but they are lead by necromancers whose magic is the difficult part, they continue to raise more undead to replace the ones we destroy. It is... Frustrating."

The Prince smiles darkly as he remarks. "Looks like I know where to send these Blades first..."


He was focused, looking over the fine weapons laid before him. A fortune in magical weapons at his fingertips but the four figures that stood before him vexxed him greatly. He was nervous of the three standing behind the woman he was considering making a deal with.

"... And what do you want in trade for these marvelous weapons?" He had his hands steepled just in front of his face as he leaned forward with his elbows propped on his knees, he watched her expressions like a hawk watched its prey in flight. Intent on not missing a single indication of weakness...

His eyebrows nearly hiked up in surprise when she stated her demands. They were simple, too the point and very strategic. Each another shock to him but what she asked for he could grant with ease, especially for the treasures she laid at his feet. "A Noble Title I will gladly bestow upon you, along with the lands you have requested. You choose a dangerous place to call your domain. Besides these treasures I promise to aid you in rebuilding your domain if you swear to supply Orlov with Finadar's finest wood and to collect the bloodtrees sap. Fulfill this and I will see your domain thrive as an extension of Orlov's everlasting glory."

She thanked him and bowed her head deeply as he stood and formerly bestowed the crown of nobility on her. After the formalities were over he created an official scroll and bestowed his seal upon it to make it official within all the lands he controlled. However her desire would extend his reach for the first time in ages and if she failed he owed her nothing.

Taking the official documents she turned to leave, followed by her silent and cloaked guardians. Just before she reached the chamber doors they flew open, nearly striking her as Lord Grenalf's men lead the way. Her guardians reacted instantly to the threat of their lady being harmed, the offending guardsmen helm was knocked clear off as he was slammed upside the head by the large fist of her biggest companion. The guard staggered but before much more could occur Prince Korya started applauding, enjoying Grenalf's men being embarrassed by unarmed fighters. As the guard recovered glaring angrily, the Prince rose to his feet sweeping his hands wide as he spoke. "Settle this later! Do not bloody my halls anymore as I wish to see this on an open field."

The Ulfen guard spat on the tall barehanded fighter. Hitting them directly in the face, but eliciting no response as their lady turned and bowed her head. When the fighter spoke his voice was deep and heavy almost menacing as he named their meeting place.

"That is where you die Bastard!" The deep voiced fighter grunted in acknowledgement before following his lady out of the chamber.

Lord Grenalf, not pleased one bit by his newest bodyguard's poor reaction strode past them as the Prince sat back down. The Prince leaned back, propping his chin on his clenched right fist as he rest his elbow on his stone throne's rest. "What news to you have for me Lord Grenalf?"

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It wasn't until a day after the fight that Grenalf sent men to find out what happened to his guardsmen. What they returned with sent him into a furious rage.

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The armored man kicked, struggling for breath, but it was a useless action. One more out of desperation as the metal cord that dug into his thick neck cinched tighter from both his jerky movements and his body weight. His opponent had left him bound and suspended from a thick tree branch,securing the metal cord around the trees base efore burying a grappling hook deep into its trunk.

The Guardsmen couldn't do more the choke as eh watched the lone warrior walk away, he could not curse the whore that brought such a ruthless man into this life...

After a few minutes of struggling consciousness faded into black and the man remained hanging there dead.

His opponent never returned.


The Prince was amused by the Silver Dragon's abuse in his presence. He liked keeping these so called Nobles cowed lest they try and usurp him. However with how dumbed down they kept their dragons the nobles had no real power. Once Grenalf was long gone the Prince looked down at the strategic map, taking note of Lenusya and the bandits that were gathering there. However the glint of scattered grey scales made him laugh. ]"To think that if that beast could recall its true power for even a breath... It could and most likely would tear Varg apart where he stands..." His own voice echoed in the chamber as he continued to postulate to himself. "An interesting way to ensure his demise if Varg starts to get too full of himself."

The Princes dark laughter eched in the empty chamber as he added a piece to the board. That of an upraised sword with a broken crown. "I wonder how well these Mercenaries will fair? It would be nice to have useful servants..."


"See that you don't." The Prince was stern, enjoying this weak Noblemens twitching immensely. "Perhaps you should feed your creature better, it looks more pathetic then usual." He chuckled as Varg's rage finally surfaced.


The Princes voice boomed over Lord Grenalf's making the dour noblemen flinch as he was insulted. "Are incompetents S%%#s! Without your dragons your little better then damned militia and they at least can fight."

The princes companions were not to be seen but Lord Grenalf knew that they could be lurking nearby so the noblemen wisely kept his cool. Much to the Princes amusement. "We hire Forigner's because they are expendable. Had you handle this, like you and your riders promised Last time. I wouldn't be sending my precious taxes off else where. But little matter. If they fail we can strip their corpses. Just like last time..." The Prince smiles darkly as Lord GRenalf swallows visibly. Last time it had been Grenalf's own Men-At-Arms that had been sent to slaughter.

"However if they prove successful I may just keep them here. Perhaps the offer of titles and lands, that they capture, will appeal to these sell-swords."