Chronicled by: Ghasty
Chapter 10: Planning
"Change of plans, we need your men now," Diasdera commanded. She, along with Cyjovin, stood facing Zadimus in the familiar room under Ahl Feuswo Abaziana.
"They're not ready. You said you needed them two hours before dawn, not three hours into the evening!" Zadimus protested.
"You remember our deal, don't you?" Cyjovin asked, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Collection: the Halleaux/Submissions
Chronicled by: Ren
The pairs ducked into the hallway and went their separate ways. Ren and Daphne took a lone corridor, keeping their heads down as they moved.
"Ren, what is the meaning of this" Petra's voice came over the radio
"Petra, what are you doing? This is a restricted frequency" He asked
Collection: Submissions/the Halleaux
Chronicled by Ren
Ren led the way to the dining hall, where they all proceeded to load their trays with as much food as they would hold and (in MacEntire's case) several cups of coffee. Together they all walked to one of the circular tables and sat. Now that Marius was comfortable around them, he reverted back to his usual state of being, and much joking ensued. They sat around the table talking and laughing like one big happy family. Marius had never seen Ren laugh unless he was being sarcastic. But there he sat laughing like a maniac and even telling some jokes.
Chronicled by Tsayad
As said in his origin, the most recent successor of The Wolf has a story that is considered to be of little use to who he is now but this is that story.
His name was Joseph son of David (last names weren’t very common but if you are wondering it was Stevens) and he was a boy no older than 12. He lived with his father, mother (Sarah) and three brothers: Timothy, Esau, and Paul. He lived in a slum in a city in a world where law existed but was simply based on everyone’s idea of justice. Joseph had morals of decent means as well as his family but was a thief so that he could support his family. One night, there was not enough money to buy food. The town leader, Adrian Pilate was known to be vile, greedy, and also cheat others in their monthly payments so that he could live better than everyone else among other horrible crimes. The only reason he was supported was because he was the only man who had control of the crops and medication in the town. Joseph decided to steal the man’s money which he figured wouldn’t end well but he needed medicine for Timothy.
Joseph was a talented thief so he had no problem stealing food, medicine, and money. He thought he got away without a trace, but Pilate found out. The man was furious at what had happened so he traced Joseph to his home. While the family dined (without knowing how they received their supplies; they assumed it was a gift from the holy place) Pilate gunned down everyone in the house except Joseph. He wanted him to live through the pain of losing something as he had done.
When Joseph got up from the frenzy, he was alone, and hysterical. He decided to get revenge for what had happened (despite the fact he essentially caused it) so he spent the next 7 years preparing in every way to get his vengeance. He finally found a way to get inside the newly secured home (and by new I mean how I skipped 4 years so this is all you know) however, things would take a turn for the absolute worse.
He got inside pretty easily and was off to find Pilate. He soon came to see Pilate in the main hall of the fifth story across the house while Joseph looked from the fourth floor window of the west branch of the mansion. However, He soon regretted his plot as soon as he saw what was inside the top window of the mansion. He saw Pilate accompanied by a woman and a few children. He wasn’t in it to get revenge on a woman and children who would soon lose their father and her husband, but he couldn’t let him escape. He ran across the mansion to the hall and was a hall’s view away from the man who ruined his life. Joseph attacked him and was in a skirmish for a while. The woman took the kids down the stairs but couldn’t escape what would happen next.
Joseph slammed Pilate into a light that lit a spark onto the carpet. The house fire grew even quicker as the flames reached the gas tanks that supplied the house’s power. Pilate let go of Joseph to help himself and family but the chandelier that hung on the ceiling fell and crushed the family. Pilate was in almost as much terror as Joseph was. Joseph had come too far to die or lose so he jumped out the nearest window and luckily had his fall broken by various canopies. He figured Pilate would die in the fire and that his life was broken without any resources, money, and sadly, his family. After coming to this consensus, Joseph ran.
Joseph was lost so he ran into a nearby forest. He wasn’t sure how to cope with his action; be the villain he just saw himself become or repent and become the hero. Out of nowhere he was attacked by a ferocious beast that nearly killed him. He was only bite away from meeting his maker but something changed. The cycle of dying from mistakes and evil changed because out of nowhere a second animal came to save him, to change him. The choice the boy would make was clear because what saved him was a wolf; it was The Wolf.
Collection: Submissions//the Halleaux
Chronicled by Tsayad
The story of The Wolf is a short and vague one, but a meaningful one. There was once a boy with a name and past that did not really matter. He may have been pure, or arrogant, tall, short, or whatever comes to mind but that really did not matter. He has a name and life story but it lacks importance in the long run of his legacy.
Collection: Submissions//the Halleaux
Chronicled by Logan
A crippled old man laid in his bed coughing blood into his white neckerchief in a black room. Then his dried lips moved from their position to speak, his jaw moved down slowly to speak something. “And he decides who to free and who to blame, everybody won't be treated all the same.” Then as his lips move back into place Logan moved to the bed and just stared down at him, “I’m leaving”. Logan’s eyes flashed to life with a small burst of green light, but not bright enough to be noticed. He swings his feet forward off the bunk, then looks down the long row bunks with only a few people in them still. And then he put his hands on his face to wake up, he has no gloves on. This exposes his metal hands with painted green circles. A stripe of green paint also goes up to his arm, but the stripe on his metal arms are cut off about halfway due to his shirt covering the rest of the faded paint job. After spending a minute of relaxing something dawned on him. He was late, so he quickly took his hands off his face to reach for the rest of his clothing. He stood up, rolled his sleeves down and put on a leather jacket. He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out gloves to conceal his hands. Then he reached under the mattress and pulled a rolled piece of cloth meant to conceal something. He stuffed it in the inner pocket of his jacket.
Collection: Submissions//the Halleaux
Chronicled by Ren
"Ren!" Petra's voice shouted behind him. Ren turned to face her with twinkle in his eye.
"Yes?" he asked her as kindly as he could manage
"The Authority?" Ren dropped his hand to his sword
"No, the other five of the Soulless Six. They're outside and they say they want to speak with you before they talk to anyone else."
Ren turned pale and a look crept into his eyes that was entirely unfamiliar: fear, and Petra knew why. He was about to go meet the only five people who had even the slightest chance of beating him in a fight. If they decided to support the Authority, then he wasn't sure he could win. He shook his head like a dog trying to rid his ears of water and looked at her.
Collection: Chronicles of Lormere, Chronicled by Ghasty
A strange figure moved throughout the shadows of Lormere. It was careful not to draw attention to itself. When the creature wasn't hugging the side of a wall or building, it was bent down over beds of wilted flowers. This creature was seeking something out, and it was determined to find it. The creature wandered into the small, lower caves, which had been abandoned by the Gorynxil. It came to the end of the caverns and found itself before a figure seated on a small throne.
Collectoin: Ages of Youth, the Halleaux//Submissions
Chronicled by Ren
Chapter Twelve: Training DayThe next morning Ren woke early and crawled out of his sleeping bag. He walked over to the closet and pulled out two metal disks with handles. He went to the sink in his lab where he had slept the night before and filled a bucket with ice cold water. Very slowly, he crept down the hallways to his quarters where Mira slept. He set the bucket down, stood outside the door and listened. From inside a soft snore could be heard.
"Perfect" Ren said to himself
He spread his arms as far apart as he could get them, holding on to the disks quite tightly, and brought them together with a loud SMASH! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! He slammed the disks together several more times until he heard Mira wake with a start. He dropped the disks and picked up the bucket. Mira opened the door in a rush just in time to catch a bucket of water right in the face. SPLASH! Mira stood in the doorway, sopping wet and seething with anger.
"REN" she screamed
"Good morning sunshine, and welcome to training, rule number one: a good warrior rises early" Ren told her
"It's probably best that we save weapons training for later, right now I might kill you" Mira hissed
"Excellent, that means I'm doing my job. If you don't hate your trainer, fire him and get a new one, 'cause he isn't doing his job right. Over the next six months, you will hate life, you will be tired, you will be sore, you will be cold, you will be hungry, and you will suffer through every minute of it." Ren instructed
"You do realize it's three in the morning, right?" she told him
Ren glanced down at his watch, she was right. Oops, he wasn't going to wake her up for another two hours.
"Oh, sorry, my internal clock was off this morning, you can go back to bed" he explained
"Really?" asked Mira with a smile
"NO" Ren yelled "While you are my apprentice THERE IS NO BACK TO BED. You should be glad you have a bed and not a stew mat in the dirt. Come on, it's P.T. time"
Ren walked her down the maze of corridors until they arrived at what looked like and indoor coliseum. Ren was surprised to see a few people were already there. They practiced fighting in small groups or did target practice on the shooting ranges. One person in particular caught Ren's attention. She stood off to the side and fired arrows from a compound bow. Every shot was a bull’s eye; Ren stood watching her until she seemed to get bored. She drew an arrow and fired it from under her leg. Bull’s eye. She set down the bow and walked over to where Ren and Mira stood.
"You should have missed that shot" Ren told her as she approached
"But I didn't" she replied "I enjoy being the best at what I do, not unlike yourself, from what I hear"
For the first time Ren saw her clearly. She was about sixteen, roughly 5'4", with wavy brown hair, huge brown eyes, and a small nose. She was wearing a black short sleeved shirt and pants, her combat boots were polished to a mirror shine. Ren stood and stared at her with his mouth open.
"I'm Daphne, by the way" she added
"Stop drooling" Said Mira as she jabbed Ren in the ribs with her elbow
Ren shot her a dirty look before turning back to Daphne.
"Michael Ren, nice to meet you" he said
"I'm the training director for the Haven Fighters; I oversee the training program for all of the troops around here. Every soldier that you see was trained by yours truly." She told him
"Really?" he asked
"Yep, although you probably think that someone like me wouldn't be capable of yelling at fifty men until they want to cry, but I can handle myself." She said "If you'd like to work on some more technical skills, you could send your apprentice to work with one of our skill instructors"
"That would be great, for now she needs to work on getting in shape, so if one of your instructors could run her through some basic P.T., that would be great" Ren told her
Daphne signaled someone in the corner of the room. He was tall with brown hair and blue eyes, his dark skin rippled with muscles as he walked.
"This is our strength trainer, we call him Ajax." she explained
Mira followed Ajax over to the exercise area and watched as he demonstrated several exercises. Ren stood in place watching Mira struggle with them for a while before turning to The Ring. The Ring was a fenced in octagonal shaped arena in the center of the training hall used for sparring practice for the more experienced soldiers. Ren opened the gate and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. After yanking off his armor and throwing it in the corner he tucked the legs of his pants into his boots and drew his sword. He stepped into the center of The Ring and held the sword level in front of him. He closed his eyes, breathing in, feeling the perfect balance of the sword in his hand. Then he struck, jabbing the sword directly in front of him. He advanced moving through a series of complicated moves. He swung the sword 360* creating a deadly red arc around him. After a while, they were no longer man and sword, they were one, and the sword was just a deadly extension of his arm. He flowed from pose to pose, drawing on his extensive knowledge of swordsmanship to create an infinite number of attacks; occasionally he would combine them with other forms of melee attack, using the sheath to defend while using the sword to attack. After about half an hour of that he finally stopped and sheathed his sword.
"Pretty good, vey refined technique" came Daphne's voice from behind him "They told me you could fight, but they didn't say you could fight like that"
Ren nodded silently as he tried to catch his breath , he stood bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. He turned around to watch as Daphne walked back over to the archery range and resumed firing. His eyes rested on a tactical hatchet that sat on a table behind where Daphne stood. Very slowly he walked over to the table and picked up the hatchet it was lightweight but extremely well balanced. He drew his arm back and threw the hatchet. It flew straight over Daphne's shoulder and impaled itself in the target she had been shooting at. With inhuman speed she spun around, an arrow knocked and aimed directly at his face. Before she could even stop to think the arrow had been loosed and flew straight at him. The world slowed down as the arrow flew at him, he ducked, turning it into a beautiful forwards roll, but Daphne was a good archer. Her arrow hit him in the back as he rolled and stuck in his shirt. Daphne screamed as he came up.
"Oh my-. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" she buried her head in her hands
"It's fine, really" Ren laughed; he reached back and yanked out the arrow.
"My shirt is made out of graphine, it's completely bulletproof, and the arrow didn't even make it to my skin" he told her
"Well in that case" she said, she punched him in the shoulder "You could have killed me!"
"But I didn't"
"You infuriate me, you know that?" she asked
"I infuriate everyone, it's kind of my thing" Ren smiled
He handed her back the arrow like it was a message from a king before turning around and walking back towards The Ring. He picked up his armor and put it on. He thought about leaving but hesitated. He turned and walked back to the archery range where Daphne stood.
"You know what the problem is with bows?" he asked her "Once you close the distance between you and the archer the weapon becomes essentially useless. You should really pick up some swordplay."
"No thanks" she said shortly
"Come on, it'll be fun."
"I said no, Mr. Ren"
Ren picked up one of the spare bows "I have an idea, if I can split an arrow, you let me teach you how to use a sword"
"Fine" she snapped
Ren picked up two arrows and stuck one in his sword sheath. He knocked the first one and fired landing a perfect bull’s eye. Daphne's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. Ren knocked the second arrow and turned to look at her. He drew the string back to his cheek and smiled. He loosed the arrow at the target and it flew perfectly, splitting with a mighty CRACK! Ren placed the bow back on the stand carefully.
"No one likes a show off" said Daphne
"No one likes a sore loser either" he retorted
Daphne walked over to a sword rack and picked one up. Together they walked to The Ring and stepped inside. Ren began to show her a few simple techniques but she cut him off.
"I know how to use a sword" she said
" Then why didn't you say that before?" he asked
"I don't like using swords, I've never found one that balances in my hands."
"Well then, let's see what you can do"
Ren readied his sword as she warmed up, the she charged and came at him like a tornado. It became clear to Ren that she had several years of experience fighting. Ren couldn't find time to attack; all he could do was defend himself. The finally Ren began to learn her fighting style. It was a pattern so simple it amazed him that he didn't pick up on it sooner. Instead of having a completely random and unpredictable style like he did, she fought with a pattern of alternating slashes and stabs. While her attacks were fast, this style left her left side completely undefended. Next time she slashed Ren ducked instead of blocked. He caught her strike on the guard of his sword and twisted. Her sword clattered to the floor.
"How did you do that?" She asked
"I watched your fighting pattern and looked for an opening in your defense. Then I changed my fighting style to counter yours."
"Not really. Come to think of it, I could use your help" He said
"With what?" She asked cautiously
Ren quietly explained about the node and the intruder called Logan that he needed to find.
"So what do you want me to do?" she asked
"I want you to help me find him." He said
"I guess I could help you out, I don't know what good I'll be"
"Good. Meet me outside my lab after breakfast, we'll gear up and head out." Ren instructed.
With that he turned and walked out of the training center. It was four in the morning, Marius and Mech should be awake by now, he thought. As he walked toward their quarters he couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something.
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