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A Fated Fight For Love [B-Tier - Reserved - Amaya/Vardreth]

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Vardreth

Vardreth
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"Brother..." A young man, perhaps 16 years of age, stood squared off against another who looked just like him. It was a dark and cold place. The musk in the air was a testament to the lack of circulation the rooms had. A candle wick burned, illuminating the room. There were six others here as well, all of them with looks of despair upon their faces. A gloomy aura with an undercurrent of killing intent permeated the atmosphere, thick enough to cause all those within to sink into a quagmire.

A grimacing expression was upon the other brother's face. His right hand clasped the speaker's shoulder, and he received the same clasp in return. "Listen well..." He turned away from the others within the cell and focusing only on the one who called him 'brother'. "We are family. Regardless of what happens..." Tears began to form, however the new speaker desperately fought them back. There were a few within the dank, dark room whose faces flashed with a look of hatred. The feeling of depression grew even stronger. "However... Master Ji Zheng has already given the orders..." His face, usually that of a rosy red in recent days, had an ashen quality to it. He closed his eyes, remembering the time when his twin brother and himself had first met 'Master Ji Zheng' in that forsaken place. Little did they know their life was much better at that time...

6 years prior:

Chang Yun recalled those days that had started out like a living hell. The beatings they received. The hellish training they were forced to do. The constant sparring with dulled weapons, the bruises, the aching. Chang Yun's soul shuddered. "The tournament starts tonight.... And we will be forced to kill each other until there is only one remaining." He glanced at the surroundings, furtively checking to make sure nobody would attempt to 'take care of them' outside of the tournament in order to up their chances. While none of them wanted this battle to the death, they had all been raised for this. The constant desensitizing of their morale, the degradation and attempts to make them feel their lives were worthless. They had no other choice, however. Why... Why even them?! Their talents... Are much more difficult to find! Regret. A boundless regret filled Chang Yun's heart. He looked up to Chang Jun once more. He was the elder brother - it was his duty to make sure his little brother survived, even if he was only older by a few moments.

Similar thoughts were coincidentally conjured by Chang Jun. He stared blankly at Chang Yun, his eyes having long lost the focus they once had. Chang Jun, and all those participating in the tournament, were told they could ask for any one boon within reason, aside from freedom for themselves or freedom for another, if they won the tournament. Chang Jun's gaze slowly focused back in on Chang Yun.

A nervous smile of encouragement was on Chang Yun's face when he noticed Chang Jun's eyes regain their focus. He nodded, took a breath, and spoke. "No matter what happens tonight, let there be no regrets. If we meet in the battle, I will step aside and not resist... We've done our best to live... But from here out, it is up to you to live your life for father, mother and I..." While he wished for this nightmare to be over it definitely wouldn't be that simple. He had shown a soft spot, yet this soft spot was not shared with the others in the room. Chang Yun had no intention of sparing those who would come to him if they were anyone other than his little brother;  while this place had not completely molded his mentality, a certain degree of callousness had gripped the child's heart.

There would be many deaths tonight.

Chang Yun and Chang Jun sat on one of the beds, spending as much time together before their final moments. Chang Jun's expression was flickering with pain, love for his brother and respect. I... I must tell him. It's only right... Big bro... "Brother... To tell the truth, I asked to clarify a boon. You can save one person who has not yet fought." The words slipped quietly out of his mouth, but how could Chang Yun not have heard them?

His eyes lit up but instantly turned back down as he looked towards Chang Jun with mixed feelings.  The groups were split into different specialties - fighters, assassins and magicians. The fighters would go first, followed by the assassins, and lastly the magicians' tournament would end. Again the two were pained. Neither actually understood the reasoning behind killing so many talents.

There were, in truth, many reasons for the Marquis to set this up. Nobody had self confidence to face the world alone, yet they had undoubtedly made strong senses of camaraderie with some of each other while facing harsh conditions. The trainers did their best to cause conflicts, but as evidenced by the Chang brothers this was not always successful. By forcing them to kill each other, he would be successful in destroying a portion of their emotions through such poisonous means, making them easier to manipulate. At the same time, each generation of trained soldiers would only have a few graduates, decreasing the number that knew each other well enough to be able to trust each other. This would decrease the likelihood of a rebellion. Finally, this would be a baptism in flesh and blood which would increase their killing ability.

The two fell back to their respective thoughts.


OOC:

Job WC = 1555/1500


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Vardreth

Vardreth
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Chang Jun recalled a memory of that fateful meeting.

Chang Jun:

Chang Jun was happy for a moment - there was an opportunity that would allow him to keep Lian Ling from having to fight and risk her life! He knew she was strong, didn't always like showing her affection and even sometimes got in fights with him, yet to be able to have such a relationship with somebody was already more than he could wish for. His heart yearned for her safety, and a conflict appeared within his heart. His brother, or the woman he had come to love? Chang Jun sighed. "I'm... Afraid I can't do tha-" Before he could continue he was stopped.

"Brother... Stop. You have looked after me all this time, and without you I would have been lost and dead many times..." Tears slowly conglomerated in Chang Yun's eyes. "Brother. We will both do our best, with no regrets, and we will finish this and hold our heads high! The winner must promise to live to their best on behalf of the loser... Deal?"

A strength Chang Jun had never seen before from his brother seemed to stir in the depths of his younger brother's eyes. How much had he changed, since coming back from that one mission..?

Chang Yun:

"Brother, there is someone we both care for greatly. All I can say... Is I wish for the best for both of us." The two were resolute. With Chang Yun having gone this far, there was nothing Chang Jun could say in response.


OOC:

WC = 3759/3000 for Desceld's 3rd registered ability.


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Vardreth

Vardreth
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Dusk had taken center stage. Somewhere an hour or so away there existed a caravan of merchants. The caravan was decent in size, with 7 covered wagons and a small mercenary company of 12 men maintaining its safety on horseback. Their pace was a leisurely one, as if they were directly on their scheduled time for where they wanted to be. A young man sat leisurely on one of the covered wagons up front, talking to another man who seemed slightly out of place in the group.

The man wore a clean set of robes, a blade at his side and carried with him an aura of confidence that could be seen as bordering arrogance. At first glance a passerby may mistake him as a rich son of some merchant. In truth it was Vardreth who sat there talking to Benai. "Check to make sure everything is going as expected." The mercenary leader gave the order and Benai began moving out. Shortly after he disappeared before everyone's sight.




Chang Jun and Chang Yun were standing across from each other, staring at one another with mixed emotions. The two brothers had grown up with each other, with Chang Jun having guided and guarded Chang Yun throughout that time. "You have grown quite strong... I am glad to see that. If you win, there will be no regrets from me. But I have to apologize, this time I won't be going easy!" Chang Jun drew his blade, knowing full well that the victor of this match would be capable of saving the woman they loved. Chang Jun thought about Liang Lin, grasping his blade even tighter.

Chang Yun nodded to his older brother. "Thank you for all you've done for me... I truly appreciate how you've helped me along the way... But for Bai Xue'er, I will show you how much stronger I've become!" Chang Yun also grasped his blade before Ji Zheng called the start of the match.




Vardreth stood atop the roof of a building. Everything so far had gone as they had planned. Looking over to the temporary addition to the team, Vardreth nodded. He awaited until she got into position and surveyed the grounds. It looked like things were already underway and a fight was about to begin. The two looked exactly alike. Twins... How cruel. A soft sigh escaped his lips as one of his targets, the man known as Ji Zheng, declared the beginning of the combat. Amaya seemed to be all set on her end. I suppose now is as good a time as any.




Chang Jun and Chang Yun ran towards one another, their blades held high. Both utilized a breathing technique, maximizing their potential strength in their swings - both swung from their own right towards the left end of their opposition, though if necessary they were prepared to use footwork in order to survive against the blow.

Before that became necessary a shadow fell from above. Both Chang Jun and Chang Yun's eyes contracted to a pinpoint as dust from the ground floated to the air. Their strike, made with their full strength, was not about to stop.

Yet a pair of hands covered in magoi appeared out of the dust, grasping the flat ends of the blades and subsequently pulling them out of the two warriors hands.

"Intruder! Kill him!" Ji Zheng immediately gave out orders, angered by the individual who interrupted. Furthermore, Ji Zheng could not allow somebody who knew their secrets to survive. Two crossbowmen from the side of the arena, outside of the bleachers but with a clear shot to the center, raised their weapons and took aim.

Yet they both fell to the ground. In their necks were a pair of blades that were in the intruder's hands just moments before.

Chang Jun and Chang Yun had watched as a burst of magoi flowed through the intruder's hands and covered the blades they had just moments beforehand, and then flying out and killing the two crossbowmen.

Words came from the intruder's mouth. "Step aside. Your lives are safe..." The first sentence was spoken to the two brothers who were standing there in shock. Turning to Ji Zheng, the intruder spoke louder. "Your clan's actions are coming to an end today."

Ji Zheng scoffed, drawing his blade and making magoi flow through it. "You will be the one who will be ending today." Thrusting the blade into the ground, the energy spiraled through the earth and burst up from where Chang Yun and Chang Jun were standing moments before. They were, by now, clear of the intruder and so the pillar only consumed the one man.

Chang Jun and Yun's faces looked downcast - they had hoped, for just one moment, that they would be free of this place. Yet now the one who would save them was dead... Yet moments later their faces picked back up as the man walked out from the flame.




Vardreth had a few encounters across his time as a Mercenary ever since he graduated from the Shu-Fang Military Academy. One such encounter he had won some magical equipment from a man in a gambling match. As the Flame Sword Burst erupted from the ground, Vardreth activated his Exuro Ring's Inferno Shroud and walked forward leisurely. "I am Fang Vardreth of the Fang Mercenaries! I am here to execute your family for the crimes that have been committed! Wash your neck and await my arrival!" Vardreth continued to walk forward, immune to the fire as another Flame Sword Burst came out from the ground and covered him once more.

Ji Zheng knew it was useless to continue in that route and jumped down to the arena in order to take back the initiative. He threw a ball to the ground which began to emit a mist which created a Poisonous Fugue.

Vardreth did not hesitate to enter as he circulated more magoi through another ring, the Garuda's Grudge, and activated its function. Unstoppable Grudge cleared his body of the poisons from the mist. Vardreth was closing in on his opponent without hesitation, the leisure of it sending chills down Ji Zheng's spine...

OOC:

WC: 4700/3000 for 3rd ability training on Desceld.
Magoi: 370/390
Stamina: 440/440

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Vardreth

Vardreth
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Ω-Tier

4 foot soldiers and 2 lieutenants.

Pulling out the blade of Descled, Vardreth created a Gold Dragon Garden. His weapon sunk ever so slightly into the ground, and a row of 4 vines sprouted up, coiling into the image of a dragon and bearing fruit. As if taking a walk in his own personal garden, Vardreth paused and grasped one of the fruits in his hand, tearing it away from the vine and taking a bite out of it. As the meat of the fruit was swallowed, Vardreth's eyes gleamed with a flash of insight.

Enraged by the short teenager's complete disregard, Ji Zheng let out a fierce roar and charged towards Vardreth - the man's weapon may have had some magic to it, but it wasn't registering in the man's mind. Lifting his blade in the air, the man had readied himself for a bisecting strike to fall down upon Vardreth.

Instead of closing the gap a large number of roots burst through the ground and charged straight towards the man. It was another magical ability of the weapon, the Gold Dragon Garden's Coiling. It fired out from half a meter in front of Vardreth, shooting towards Ji Zheng at an incredible speed before grasping around the body and keeping all of the man's limbs immobile. Vardreth laughed, happy to have finally mastered the blade. "What an unexpected harvest! To think I'd achieve insight in a place like this..." As he expressed his general happiness there were six others who had jumped down as Ji Zheng called for help.

Two stopped between Ji Zheng and Vardreth. "You four, get the General out of that entanglement! We'll keep the intruder at bay!" The roots had already grasped all they could within their area, and would not grasp upon intruders if they entered after.

Vardreth chuckled again. "With just your strength?" A mocking look dominated the warrior's face as more magoi was sent into the ground. Behind Ji Zheng, approximately ten and a half meters away from Vardreth, another root sprouted from the ground. This root looked much like a dragon's tail, with a razor-sharp dragon fin attacked to it. The tail moved quickly before the four foot soldiers could say anything to the two lieutenants. The root sliced all seven of them in two, the Gold Dragon Garden's Tail and Fin showing its strength to mow down multiple enemies at once.

Looking around, there was chaos everywhere. Vardreth knew the rest of his soldiers were cleaning up other areas of the compound, with orders to release those who were kidnapped. The two he had saved earlier looked towards each other.




"Chang Yun... We should join him." There was a fierce determination in his gaze, as if he had already made his decision. Most of the others would likely disperse, living their own lives in the future, however there would most certainly be a few who were grateful. Chang Jun definitely had a feeling of gratefulness, however beyond that there was a desire to become stronger. If he were as strong as this 'Fang Vardreth' who had appeared, then this situation would never have happened to them.

Nodding, Chang Yun showed his own agreement. "Yes... He not only saved us, but them as well..." Chang Yun, on the other hand, was motivated mostly by his gratitude. He had a sense of respect for the strength of Fang Vardreth, and certainly felt a debt of life that was owed to the man. The two nodded to each other before approaching the Mercenary leader...




Vardreth turned around as he stretched his arms a bit and put away his blade. The assassin from earlier was doing her work, as were several other soldiers. Looking at the twins approaching him, a sardonic grin flashed on his face as he crossed his arms. "Congratulations on surviving! Now excu-" Yet before he could finish his sentence the two Chang brothers knelt on the ground, kowtowing.

"Please take us as your soldiers!"
"Please take us as your soldiers!"

They spoke simultaneously. Vardreth's brows furrowed. "Don't think I'm some hero who came here just to save you. This is my job; I'm a mercenary. I could have just as easily been hired to kill you all." Vardreth didn't have time to babysit anyone with some sort of idealism. His unit did not care much for morals, only keeping to some in order to maintain order and discipline. They were not completely out of hand - slaying non-combatants such as villages, raping and breaking the law outside of war-time were things their band would not do. Fighting as Company of soldiers for a rebellion? That was war. Paying the coin would get them to join easily enough.

To an extent, there was a level of destruction and death that they were fine with handling even for non-combatants, though that was more along the lines of collateral damage.

The two nodded at each other once more before one of them spoke up for the both of them. "Sir, my name is Chang Jun. All we've learned is war. If we don't join you, we would either have to make our own group or join somebody else. With all other things being equal, at least with you we have some history... If you've got room, please let us join you!"

Looking at the two, Vardreth had a feeling they would do just fine. He nodded, to their delight, and ordered the two to follow him. As they were moving towards the exit, they explained that there would be at least two others who were going to join with them as well. When Vardreth asked why they were so sure, he laughed at their answers and shook his head. The rest of the men were certain to be jealous, and Vardreth knew these newbies were in for a hazing.


OOC:

Had to complete the thread, because I don't like sitting in one for too long with nothing happening. Feel free to kill a few enemies, like a lieutenant and 2 foot soldiers, and then exit. If you want an aftermath RP session with Vardreth, let me know and I'd be happy to do a new topic once you are not overwhelmed with work.

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WC: 5600+/3000 for 3rd ability training on Desceld.
Magoi: 320/390
Stamina: 440/440

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