The Despot Thread

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Aza: As the rightful current despot, I claim the throne for myself and my second-in-command will be Antonius. Antonius is hereby promoted to high gentry unless he rejects our compromise.
 
Antonius: Aza, I accept your compromise. (turns to Aurelia.) I would like to know, Aurelia, If you will be my mate throughout our lives.

Aurelia: Yes. Yes Antonius I will.

Antonius (turning to Aza): Will you accept this proposal?

Aza: Yes, I will.

Antonius: Thank you. And now that we are on the same side, we must portect the throne. My agility and intellect, your strength and knowledge of the world can stop anyone from conquering us. But we must be wary of our enemies.
 
A man comes out of the crowd. He is recognised as Sargon, and is well armed, with spear, bow and a few knives. Though many people feel uneasy around him, he is still respected for his fighting and hunting skills.

Sargon: I'd hate to interupt in this little quareling of yours, but I bring bad news. As I was hunting two days ago, I saw fires in the horizon. The barbarians are on their way, so so you all better go for a leader fast, and arange the proper defense of the village. Oh, and would someone here be interested in trading a leather armour for a few of these pelts?
 
Aza walks up to a stand in the center of the village
Aza: To all citizens of our nation: Sargon has brought us troubling news. The barbarians are near here, and will probably attack within a few days. We shall build up a force to defend us. I will call on the Jade Commandos to assist us to repel them. We must end our petty quarrels and accept myself as the new Despot and Antonius as second-in-command. All able-bodied men and women are also called on to come to arms and help defend our city!
Aza walks back to his hut to discuss strategy and available weaponry with Antonius and Noval Gontsky.
 
Aza, Noval Gontsky, and Antonius are discussing their strategy.

Antonius: Maybe we can have the mercenaries around to help us. We need all of the men we can get. Also, there is an omen. There is a pure barbarian. (Antonius turns to a servant.) Go find Marvcus, he will know the omen.

OOC: someone can take it from here.
 
Atrous: No! You must not take these inept children as your rulers! I am the most wise and eldest of the prospects. Who was defending our nation whence the first barbairians attacked? I was among those on the front lines, my leadership potential is not to be questioned.
 
Aza emerges from the hut to talk with Atrous
Aza: But, Atrous, you are as old as the previous despot, who was 29. You will be dead of old age soon. I am an adept, strong young ruler, who will serve this nation for many more years. I would be willing to make you my advisor, as you clearly have many years of experience and wisdom. You may join the three of us in the hut if you accept my offer.
Aza goes back into the hut, to talk of more plans.
Aza: (to Antonius) Yes, I have plans to hire the Jade Commandos. I believe that we should find the pure barbarian with great haste, as he may prove to be of much help. (to Noval) Will you agree to join us with your commandos, Noval Gontsky?
Aza awaits Noval's response
 
Atrous: My dear Aza, please do not attempt to know the future, I still have many a good year left in me. Now, I am willing to make you my advisor, perhaps even my heir. But at this point in time, I am the better man for the job. I know the will of the people, they trust me. Ask a random villager off the street. I am adamant in my position that I am the rightful emperor. You are a good man, that shows much potential, but I will rule this land.
 
Futher down the track.

My dear Atrous: I indeed back your claim for the throne. In return I would like the Ginakis line to be raised into the upper classes. We have the power of words and learning and indeed we need to use this as much as axes and clubs in order to rule our great nation. Aza is indeed a good candidate too, but you have the xperience that years can only bring. Indeed name him as the Despotic heir, the Ginakis family will too support and guide him in his endevours.
 
Elenora: My dearest friend Atrous, i will surely stand by your side! Noone else shall claim the throne! These false rulers shall get what fate had planned for them... Arony, the godess of waters, is with us!
Elenora takes her weaponry and stands ready to fight together with Atrous. There seems to be more into this relation than can be seen from the outside
 
(Poldohtar Taurnaina, filled with rage against Stuck asa Pessea, comes storming out of his tent into the milling crowd, armed with his trusty sling and axe.)

Poldo: Where is Stuck! Ah! There he is! (He shoves his way through the crowd to Stuck) You killed my father! Now I must kill you...

Stuck, with fear: Whoah. Wait a second here buddy. The Barbarians are closing in on the city, and the last thing we need right now is a power struggle. So will you kill me here, or help to fight the Brabarians.

Poldo, staring at the crowd: Well... We'll settle this when the Barbarians are dead! Now where are we asseembling?
 
Sargon: Are there noone who will trade a leatherarmour for some of this game? Well then. I will shortly head back to the wilderness to continue the hunting. I hope you are succesfull in fending of the barbarians.
 
Aza walks back to the hut, where Antonius is staying
Aza: Antonius, it appears that we have a problem. Atrous is claiming the throne for himself, and he has many other supporters. We must relinquish our postion of power, with conditions. Aza tells Antonius his plan.
Aza walks back to the center of the town
Aza: I will make you the despot, Atrous, but I have four conditions that you must follow for me to adbicate in favor of you:
1. I will be your second-in-command and heir, and I will inherit the despotism upon your death.
2. Antonius will be your third-in-command.
3. Antonius and I will retain our promotions to high gentry.
4. You will protect me against any potential assassins, such as Poldohtar.
This deal will become effective upon your approval.
Aza awaits Atrous's response
 
Jason: Has every one forgotten how great I am? I should be the despot! I say we fight in this tournament that was proposed.
 
* Marvcus and Germanicus enter Noshuret heading north. Both carry packs and the huge Goth also pulls a travois loaded with supplies. As always when the Karbala enters the town people begin following him to see what rites he will perform. This time they hang back quite a bit, cowed by Germanicus' impressive stature and questionable mein. The pair walk quickly and pass the Stone of Rites and then the Pool of Rites. When they also pass by the cairn of the Fire of Rites the townsfolk mutter. Surely the Karbala does not mean to use the Cliff of Rites, the place of purity for rites of the air? When the pair also passes by the trail to the cliff the people express their dismay. *

Townie: Karbala! Great one! Do you mean to pass us by? Great danger has surfaced and our leaders are in turmoil.

Marvcus: I follow an augur, one more powerful than than the omens of Noshuret. I go north and when I return I shall have with me another who is pure and loved by the spirits. What tales could I tell you children that would weigh more heavily than that on the balance of my soul?

Second Townie: (kneeling in the companions' path) Oh, please! We beseech thee. We need your guidance for without it we are certainly doomed!

* Marvcus stops walking and turns to face the following townfolk. *

Marvcus: Very well. I will tell you what I have seen for Noshuret though I would have preferred to save you the pain of knowing.

* Marvcus breaths deeply and his eyes roll back into his head. He begins swaying rythmically and the wooden hoops pierced all over his body click against each other like dried bones. *

Marvcus: The great wolf of the hill pack grew weak and was slain by his kin. As the steam rose from his rended flesh, the three brothers, with blood hot in their maws did circle each other. They were well matched and none knew which would prevail. In a flash they attacked, tearing at each other, ripping, rending. They battled mightily and none were cowed. At the same moment they broke apart, each nursing his own wounds and limping away. Perhaps they would all have fought another day but Aranna, that mischevous spirit of the air, had brought the smell of the great wolf's death to another pack nearby. Emboldened by the smell of their rival's blood they attacked the hill pack. None of the brothers had the strength left to fight. Their mates and cubs were slain in front of them and the brothers died under the fangs of their enemies, the cracking of their own bones their last sense of the living world.

* Marvcus swoons and falls but Germanicus is their to catch him. He supports the Karbala until Marvcus comes back to himself and stands on his own. *

Marvcus: And so is the fate of Noshuret. As you act like spoiled children tugging at a prize while your gravest doom approaches. Come, Germanicus, we have far to walk this day.

* Germanicus picks up the travois and the two continue on their way, leaving the stunned townfolk behind. *
 
Aza grabs his knife
Aza: We must repel these barbarians! Everybody must take whatever weapons they can and come to arms! Accept Atrous as your leader and myself as his heir and come to fight these barbarians! Germanicus and Marvcus have abandoned us! We are on our own now, and must fend for ourselves!
Battle cries are heard very near Noshuret.
Aza: Quick, they are but minutes away!
Antonius: We must be armed now!
An arrow shoots out of the woods, missing Antonius by inches and striking the ground near Aza's hut
Aza: We are under attack! We must come out and meet these barbarians!
A group of townspeople emerge from the hut with an assortment of weapons.
Antonius: Come, all who want to defend our city!
A second arrow shoots from the woods, striking a townie who had begged for Germanicus' and Marvcus' companionship. The townie was struck in the stomach, and is writhing around on the ground. A horde of more than 20 screaming barbarians emerges, running into Noshuret and shooting arrows.
 
Suddenly the three first barbarians fall to the ground - hit by arrows from somewhere. Then Sargon shows himself by one of the huts, holding a bow in his arms.

Sargon: And I who was supposed to have left by now. I'll guess I'll join you in the fight afterall.
 
A barbarian approaches the hut where Aza is staying, carrying a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Aza waits until he is near and attacks him with his knife, slitting his throat and taking his bow and arrows.
Aza: I have a bow and arrows!
Aza takes his bow and fires an arrow into the horde of barbarians. One barbarian screams and falls to the ground. He prepares to fire another arrow when a barbarian arrow strikes him in the left arm. No arteries are pierced, and it is a superficial wound. Aza rips the arrow out of his arm and fires a second arrow at what seems to be a barbarian in a long robe. The barbarian screams and falls, an arrow protruding from his chest.
Aza: Yes! I got another one!
Atrous: Aaah! I'm hit!
Aza runs over to Atrous and sees that he had accidentially fired an arrow into the new despot Atrous' chest.
Aza: Atrous! I am terribly sorry; I did not mean to hit you. I thought you were a barbarian! Please don't die!
Atrous: I am gravely wounded. The arrow did not pierce my heart, but it did strike my right lung. I am losing blood rapidly, and I will probably die. Take me to your hut, Aza, so that I may be in peace.
As the battle rages around him, Aza carries the gravely wounded Atrous to his hut
 
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