Daryl Dixon
Absentee
King Alex Mercer
At last a finely dressed ambassador walked into the room in tow behind Morgan. "Lord Mercer. My name is Neamon. I speak on behalf of King Telmor Udiryan. He wished to forge and alliance between our great kingdoms, so that we may stand united against the Empire."
Lord Alex Mercer gave a grim smile, the pieces to the puzzle were falling together. War was coming and was stacking up allies, they would withstand the Rhyfelwyr and amass their own armies to take down the corrupted kingdom. No matter what the cost. "This makes me a happy man, Neamon." Alex said as he walked around the table to get closer to his guest. There was still a 3 meter distance. "Now does King Udiryan expect something from me, a gift of good faith?" He asked as he began to pace. "This would be unnecessary, but I will oblige if he asks. Does your king understand the price he will have to pay by siding with me? I doubt not his intelligence, and I need allies, but I want him prepared." Alex hoped this ambassador would be smart enough this was purely out of respect for King Udiryan, not to insinuate the King has a lack of knowledge on the matter. "If we are allies I do have a one term, that will work both ways. Free travel throughout each others land, military and citizens. I'm willing to compromise, but I do not see any problems. It would be appreciated if the King could send military over to Faylin, my city closest to the infectious Rhyfelwyr who had started to invade my land. I fear the city may be attacked sooner or later and the support would not go unappreciated."
"My Lord, King Udiryan expects nothing more than support. He too has grown tired of this Empire and would love nothing more than to play a part in its downfall." He smiled graciously. "As for military support, we can offer troops by the tens of thousands, but the more troops we send, the longer it will take to get them there."
Alex looked at the man with slight suspicion, which turned to gratitude. He knew this was a silver tongued diplomat who would make the King seem more generous and kind than he is but this was his men he was sending. Were they apart of the Rhyfelwyr's schemes? No. "If what you say is true, I see our kingdoms getting along perfectly." Alex thought a moment, a test of the numbers he could amass. "Would giving me command of 50 thousand troops be appropriate to ask?" Alex tests, more of a daring request, "Patrolling my border alongside my own troops and defending my city alongside my own men. It would be a good strategy for revealing our alliance to my people and getting our soldiers accustomed to working side by side." This was an offer from Alex, and one he did not want refused. "This visit has been most pleasing ambassador, after this if you and your men are in no rush to head home you can spend up to three days in one of our finest luxury taverns, free of expense."
Neamon winced at the figure, but Mercer would not retract it. "I'm sure 50,000 soldiers can be spared, my Lord," he said smiling. "As for your offer, I think I could do with a few days rest. Thank you, your grace," he said smiling gratefully. Alex appreciated the lengths this man was going to keep him happy. "I appreciate this visit Neamon, you've done a great job representing your kingdom. I'm sure your King is proud, but I would like to meet him in the flesh. Could you send him a letter, and organize a meeting?" Alex wondered why the mysterious king suddenly sent a diplomat to another secretive king, treachery and betrayal were to come in the days ahead and whether Alex was going to face it, it was inevitable. Who it came from Mercer did not know, and it drove him mad. "It would be my honour, my Lord. I will make the arrangements at once," Neamon said as the smile on his face grew from ear to ear. So far Alex was happy, earlier he made a fairly large request and it had been accepted, in his mind he had been thinking 'if he refuses he refuses, if not I become stronger'. Many people make the mistake of taking no risks, or asking something daring.
Them coming to Alex also made things better, it meant they were interested, the alliance also meant Alex could take his troops from their border and better use it to guard against the Rhyfelwyr. Alex smiled as he gave a slight nod to Neamon, "Enjoy all my capital has to offer, and if you need anything else arrange it with my trusted adviser Morgan. Now if you don't mind, I have business to attend to."
Jason Mercer - The Son
Andrea clapped a hand on Jason's shoulder and gave him a violent pat on the back as they caught up with each other. "You just got your ass saved by a girl." She says, smiling. "You say that every damn time!" Jason said, rather enthusiastically. He loved the aftermath of a fight, where he was alive and they weren't. "C'mon, lets get you back to Blacklight." Andrea said as she began to lead the way. They were a mere 3 kilometers from Chrysos, and heading for The Mercer Family's castle. They had been traveling for a long time touring the lands. Jason made public announcements informing people they didn't have to love their rulers and the guards are not to punish them for speaking out, as odd as this was. He spoke with the common folk and tried to boost his family reputation. He had been on this task for months and it was time to head home, Jason was looking not forward to planning his next move. War was very real, and he was born into a family that knows it too well.
The Vampiric Commander
The Vampire Lord; The one in charge of this sector of army reread the orders one last time. Kill them all. They were on their way to another village to pillage, they were invading the kings lands in Xevenia and in their travels they would need to pass through a fairly thick forest with little room for fighting. Not with that many numbers. There was 1500 deadly vampires ready to decimate the mere 500 sell swords, and there wasn't enough room for a fight with 2000. Instead 550 Vampires would be involved directly in the attack.
The fight would be organized and quickly executed, the entire force would not participate in the battle that was about to be held. The sell swords marched through the forest, it was a clear black sky, the vampires were at full strength. They stalked through the forests, their vampric talents allowing them to seek out lifeforms of all kinds, they knew where their enemy was at all times. The prey stopped, and for the next hour began to get comfortable in a clearing the size of half an acre. Their 'leader' began shouting out commands, maybe they would not be staying here. It didn't matter, this was their golden opportunity. Not that they needed one. The way they had been stalked had been unique, they were completely surrounded. They were followed from the sides and behind, along 50 of them 'following' from the front.
The 50 traveled ahead and set many traps, but they only needed one to go off. The traps were simple snares capable of lifting an entire human being, their armour was light so it didn't factor into it too much. Once one went off they would be confused, they would likely think it was a mere hunter and they came across it by bad luck. They would not have time to ponder on it.
There was a mix of snares and pitfall traps laid out over a small distance assuming the sell swords would continue in their direction through the forest. The prey was eating, but quickly picked up pace again. They traveled for a mere few minutes before one of them was lunged and left hanging upside down in a snare. The confusion was instant, it was like a ripple from the middle of the pool and slowly spread out to the men furthest away from the incident.
As soon as the last man realized what had happened arrows began to fire, everyone had their own target. They only needed to communicate with the vampires around them to avoid hitting the same target, although it was inevitable. Few sell swords were hit with two arrows but it did happen, and all but 6 bodies crumpled to the floor in an instant.
500 men dropped down to 499 as the last of the men were killed before they could draw their weapons. The vampires swooped in to clean up the kill. The arrows were retrieved and weapons taken to be used later. The ones who sent these, if they came looking, would find these weapons had no blood on them.
The men were hung upside in the trees, their heads removed. 499 headless men lay dangled upside down, the one who had been ensnared still in his spot only with his head removed. The vampire commander looked into a pit, one of the men had fallen into one. He was left there, and his kneecaps removed. Whether he would starve to death or die of other causes was left to fate as the vampires receded from the scene.
The heads were put in crates by common workmen and shipped to the lands of the enemy. A lovely message, the swords and weapons of the soldiers were also sent back but broken. It seems foolish to rearm the enemy, but it was a move Alex Mercer himself suggested. It wouldn't have made a difference. Melting them down and making use of them in other ways was considered but scrapped, this was their plan now. Only a few weapons had been left at the scene, and they had been laid out to spell "GO HOME".
Veronica Mercer
Veronica Mercer, the first daughter of Alex Mercer nodded as she was told an eagle from a foreign kingdom had just arrived. Sent to inform them of a king coming to meet for diplomatic purposes. "It seems everyone wants a piece of The Mercer Supremacy, for good or bad." She commented before dismissing the servant. She retreated back to the dining hall to have a light meal, then made her way to the castle courtyard. She was greeted by Rosetta, who met her here often. "Hello Milady." Rosetta said as her master approached, giving a curtsey. "Greetings Rosetta, would you care to spend some time with me in the garden?" Veronica asked her dear servant. Personally, Veronica hated garden work. She didn't understand why people willingly do garden work, but Rosetta loved it.
Rosetta was a fellow high elf, only a few years apart in age with Veronica being the younger of the two. "I would love to Milady, it would be an honor." Rosetta said, smiling ear to ear. It was a genuine smile, but slightly exaggerated to show extra appreciation. "Oh drop the formalities and call me Veronica when no one is around, I don't mind Rose. None of the clan does."
General Caesar Romeike
"General Romeike, we have just received word a few thousand have joined our ranks and are in training now. This is much more than expected, and they should be ready for battle in a few months. If we are not yet at war they will be trained further." Lieutenant Nero informed his superior of the latest military news. He did not take it well, slamming his fists onto the table. "We're already at war!" He snapped, "A few thousand is nothing. We need soldiers god dammit, not untrained whelps. I need 25,000 troops on that border right fl*ffing now! I'm tired of the enemy slipping through and raiding our villages, we look weak!"
The commander had not yet discovered of the abundance of possible troops that will be sent over in a matter of time, 50,000 trained soldiers suddenly being taken into their army was a huge boost and just what The Supremacy needed after their battle with the Rhyfelwyr in which they haven't yet recovered. They stand their ground, but in a full scale attack an army will get past that border. It is just a matter of time, they need to be ready to hold them off. Then in due time, ready to destroy them at their core.
At last a finely dressed ambassador walked into the room in tow behind Morgan. "Lord Mercer. My name is Neamon. I speak on behalf of King Telmor Udiryan. He wished to forge and alliance between our great kingdoms, so that we may stand united against the Empire."
Lord Alex Mercer gave a grim smile, the pieces to the puzzle were falling together. War was coming and was stacking up allies, they would withstand the Rhyfelwyr and amass their own armies to take down the corrupted kingdom. No matter what the cost. "This makes me a happy man, Neamon." Alex said as he walked around the table to get closer to his guest. There was still a 3 meter distance. "Now does King Udiryan expect something from me, a gift of good faith?" He asked as he began to pace. "This would be unnecessary, but I will oblige if he asks. Does your king understand the price he will have to pay by siding with me? I doubt not his intelligence, and I need allies, but I want him prepared." Alex hoped this ambassador would be smart enough this was purely out of respect for King Udiryan, not to insinuate the King has a lack of knowledge on the matter. "If we are allies I do have a one term, that will work both ways. Free travel throughout each others land, military and citizens. I'm willing to compromise, but I do not see any problems. It would be appreciated if the King could send military over to Faylin, my city closest to the infectious Rhyfelwyr who had started to invade my land. I fear the city may be attacked sooner or later and the support would not go unappreciated."
"My Lord, King Udiryan expects nothing more than support. He too has grown tired of this Empire and would love nothing more than to play a part in its downfall." He smiled graciously. "As for military support, we can offer troops by the tens of thousands, but the more troops we send, the longer it will take to get them there."
Alex looked at the man with slight suspicion, which turned to gratitude. He knew this was a silver tongued diplomat who would make the King seem more generous and kind than he is but this was his men he was sending. Were they apart of the Rhyfelwyr's schemes? No. "If what you say is true, I see our kingdoms getting along perfectly." Alex thought a moment, a test of the numbers he could amass. "Would giving me command of 50 thousand troops be appropriate to ask?" Alex tests, more of a daring request, "Patrolling my border alongside my own troops and defending my city alongside my own men. It would be a good strategy for revealing our alliance to my people and getting our soldiers accustomed to working side by side." This was an offer from Alex, and one he did not want refused. "This visit has been most pleasing ambassador, after this if you and your men are in no rush to head home you can spend up to three days in one of our finest luxury taverns, free of expense."
Neamon winced at the figure, but Mercer would not retract it. "I'm sure 50,000 soldiers can be spared, my Lord," he said smiling. "As for your offer, I think I could do with a few days rest. Thank you, your grace," he said smiling gratefully. Alex appreciated the lengths this man was going to keep him happy. "I appreciate this visit Neamon, you've done a great job representing your kingdom. I'm sure your King is proud, but I would like to meet him in the flesh. Could you send him a letter, and organize a meeting?" Alex wondered why the mysterious king suddenly sent a diplomat to another secretive king, treachery and betrayal were to come in the days ahead and whether Alex was going to face it, it was inevitable. Who it came from Mercer did not know, and it drove him mad. "It would be my honour, my Lord. I will make the arrangements at once," Neamon said as the smile on his face grew from ear to ear. So far Alex was happy, earlier he made a fairly large request and it had been accepted, in his mind he had been thinking 'if he refuses he refuses, if not I become stronger'. Many people make the mistake of taking no risks, or asking something daring.
Them coming to Alex also made things better, it meant they were interested, the alliance also meant Alex could take his troops from their border and better use it to guard against the Rhyfelwyr. Alex smiled as he gave a slight nod to Neamon, "Enjoy all my capital has to offer, and if you need anything else arrange it with my trusted adviser Morgan. Now if you don't mind, I have business to attend to."
Jason Mercer - The Son
Andrea clapped a hand on Jason's shoulder and gave him a violent pat on the back as they caught up with each other. "You just got your ass saved by a girl." She says, smiling. "You say that every damn time!" Jason said, rather enthusiastically. He loved the aftermath of a fight, where he was alive and they weren't. "C'mon, lets get you back to Blacklight." Andrea said as she began to lead the way. They were a mere 3 kilometers from Chrysos, and heading for The Mercer Family's castle. They had been traveling for a long time touring the lands. Jason made public announcements informing people they didn't have to love their rulers and the guards are not to punish them for speaking out, as odd as this was. He spoke with the common folk and tried to boost his family reputation. He had been on this task for months and it was time to head home, Jason was looking not forward to planning his next move. War was very real, and he was born into a family that knows it too well.
The Vampiric Commander
The Vampire Lord; The one in charge of this sector of army reread the orders one last time. Kill them all. They were on their way to another village to pillage, they were invading the kings lands in Xevenia and in their travels they would need to pass through a fairly thick forest with little room for fighting. Not with that many numbers. There was 1500 deadly vampires ready to decimate the mere 500 sell swords, and there wasn't enough room for a fight with 2000. Instead 550 Vampires would be involved directly in the attack.
The fight would be organized and quickly executed, the entire force would not participate in the battle that was about to be held. The sell swords marched through the forest, it was a clear black sky, the vampires were at full strength. They stalked through the forests, their vampric talents allowing them to seek out lifeforms of all kinds, they knew where their enemy was at all times. The prey stopped, and for the next hour began to get comfortable in a clearing the size of half an acre. Their 'leader' began shouting out commands, maybe they would not be staying here. It didn't matter, this was their golden opportunity. Not that they needed one. The way they had been stalked had been unique, they were completely surrounded. They were followed from the sides and behind, along 50 of them 'following' from the front.
The 50 traveled ahead and set many traps, but they only needed one to go off. The traps were simple snares capable of lifting an entire human being, their armour was light so it didn't factor into it too much. Once one went off they would be confused, they would likely think it was a mere hunter and they came across it by bad luck. They would not have time to ponder on it.
There was a mix of snares and pitfall traps laid out over a small distance assuming the sell swords would continue in their direction through the forest. The prey was eating, but quickly picked up pace again. They traveled for a mere few minutes before one of them was lunged and left hanging upside down in a snare. The confusion was instant, it was like a ripple from the middle of the pool and slowly spread out to the men furthest away from the incident.
As soon as the last man realized what had happened arrows began to fire, everyone had their own target. They only needed to communicate with the vampires around them to avoid hitting the same target, although it was inevitable. Few sell swords were hit with two arrows but it did happen, and all but 6 bodies crumpled to the floor in an instant.
500 men dropped down to 499 as the last of the men were killed before they could draw their weapons. The vampires swooped in to clean up the kill. The arrows were retrieved and weapons taken to be used later. The ones who sent these, if they came looking, would find these weapons had no blood on them.
The men were hung upside in the trees, their heads removed. 499 headless men lay dangled upside down, the one who had been ensnared still in his spot only with his head removed. The vampire commander looked into a pit, one of the men had fallen into one. He was left there, and his kneecaps removed. Whether he would starve to death or die of other causes was left to fate as the vampires receded from the scene.
The heads were put in crates by common workmen and shipped to the lands of the enemy. A lovely message, the swords and weapons of the soldiers were also sent back but broken. It seems foolish to rearm the enemy, but it was a move Alex Mercer himself suggested. It wouldn't have made a difference. Melting them down and making use of them in other ways was considered but scrapped, this was their plan now. Only a few weapons had been left at the scene, and they had been laid out to spell "GO HOME".
Veronica Mercer
Veronica Mercer, the first daughter of Alex Mercer nodded as she was told an eagle from a foreign kingdom had just arrived. Sent to inform them of a king coming to meet for diplomatic purposes. "It seems everyone wants a piece of The Mercer Supremacy, for good or bad." She commented before dismissing the servant. She retreated back to the dining hall to have a light meal, then made her way to the castle courtyard. She was greeted by Rosetta, who met her here often. "Hello Milady." Rosetta said as her master approached, giving a curtsey. "Greetings Rosetta, would you care to spend some time with me in the garden?" Veronica asked her dear servant. Personally, Veronica hated garden work. She didn't understand why people willingly do garden work, but Rosetta loved it.
Rosetta was a fellow high elf, only a few years apart in age with Veronica being the younger of the two. "I would love to Milady, it would be an honor." Rosetta said, smiling ear to ear. It was a genuine smile, but slightly exaggerated to show extra appreciation. "Oh drop the formalities and call me Veronica when no one is around, I don't mind Rose. None of the clan does."
General Caesar Romeike
"General Romeike, we have just received word a few thousand have joined our ranks and are in training now. This is much more than expected, and they should be ready for battle in a few months. If we are not yet at war they will be trained further." Lieutenant Nero informed his superior of the latest military news. He did not take it well, slamming his fists onto the table. "We're already at war!" He snapped, "A few thousand is nothing. We need soldiers god dammit, not untrained whelps. I need 25,000 troops on that border right fl*ffing now! I'm tired of the enemy slipping through and raiding our villages, we look weak!"
The commander had not yet discovered of the abundance of possible troops that will be sent over in a matter of time, 50,000 trained soldiers suddenly being taken into their army was a huge boost and just what The Supremacy needed after their battle with the Rhyfelwyr in which they haven't yet recovered. They stand their ground, but in a full scale attack an army will get past that border. It is just a matter of time, they need to be ready to hold them off. Then in due time, ready to destroy them at their core.