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Black the color that represents darkness and night. The color that symbolizes death and mourning. A solemn and grim color, and though the inhabitants of Brass Castle normally preferred a much lively color, today many has chosen to wear black. For today is a dark day in the histories of Zexen, today Zexen has lost one of its greatest legends. This very morning, the acting captain of the Zexen knights, Salome Harras, announced that Lady Chris Lightfellow, Silver Maiden, White Hero and the defender of Zexen, passed away last night due to mysterious illness. May the goddess have mercy on her soul.
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Suikoden3 Fanfic Conflicts from Within Ch2:
When death becomes of her
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On the hastily erected podium, Salome Harras, acting captain of the Zexen knights, delievered his remembrance of their late captain to the inhabitants of the Brass Castle. Though his quivering mouth spoke the words from the hastily wrote speech with great passion, his mind couldn't help but wander to the events of last night.
Through out my years of service I have never seen another individual more dedicated more strong willed than our Lady Chris Lightfellow.
Staring out into the darkness night Salome pondered on whether everything will go smoothly with the council, though with that bunch, smooth is a relative word. Sighing to himself, Salome wondered if his captain has really made the right decision this time. Though he trusts his captain with unquestionable faith and from every angle her decision seemed to be morally just, he could not help but have a shadow of doubt in the situation. After all what they are doing right now can very well be considered treason and that is something that he did not want to think about. Downing the glass of wine from his table, Salome shook his head ruefully.
'No use worrying about the bridges you have already cross, but worry about the ones that you have yet to cross.' he thought to himself.
A loud crash from the beyond the walls broke his reverie though and without much thought he bolted out of his room and into the hallway to investigate what has happened. What greeted him was something that he thought he would never see there. The 2 Knights guarding the hallway slumped over in their armor, their head bent at an awkward angle, and in that brief glance Salome could already tell that they are dead. Worrying about the captain, Salome bolted down the hall toward where his captain resides.
....Her bravery and courage is only matched by her beauty and prowess in battle....
When he arrived, he was horrified to find his captain sprawling motionless on the ground, and a black clad man wielding a bloodied blade standing over her. With a blood-curling shout, He leapt forward throwing all his weight onto the back of the man, hoping that he wasn't already too late. With the force of his tackle he knocked the man away from the unconscious Chris, the blade in the black clad assailants hand went flying as they both tumbled to the ground. Rolling off Salome, the masked man jumped to his feet and leapt through the window without so much as a backward glance. The welfare of his captain foremost in his mind, Salome quickly got up and went over to the prone form of Lady Chris, what he saw made him feel as if he can no longer breath.
..It is a sad day for all of us gathered here, as we all remember her compassion and kindness, which shines like a star in the darkness and chaos of this world...
Black blood poured freely from a large gash on her right arm, and her body felt like hot iron to his touch, Her weak and labored breathing and the occasional groan of pain is the only sign that she is still alive.
"What happened?" Borus, Roland and Leo almost on heel of each other, rushed into the room and froze at the scene.
"Our Lady has been attacked," Roland replied, wasting no time to explain further, he bellowed out to them in an urgent voice. "Leo, go grab me some clean hot water! Roland, go get that medicine box that I kept in my room! Borus, go find Percival, we need his flowing rune right now!"
As the three knights scrambled to do as they were ordered, Salome rips off a piece of his own shirt to stench the flowing blood. Though he tried to remain calm, His taut face and quivering palm betrays the turmoil from within.
'Black blood, burning fever, it can't be that!' Salome desperately thought to himself.
Of the 3 knights Roland returned first, kneeling down beside Salome, he opened up the box to allow Salome an easier access to its contents.
"Is.is she going to be alright?" Roland asked hesitantly.
"I honestly do not know, the wound should be no problem." Salome replied in a tight voice. " The poison however..."
"She's poisoned? do you recognize what it is?."
" I believe I do, though I need to make sure first." Shifting to the side, Salome maneuvers himself as to give room to Roland. " Here can you hold this cloth here to slow the bleeding? When Leo comes back with the water wash the wound, stitch the wound up and wrap it up with the bandage here. I trust your hands more than mine right now anyways. Feed her some antitoxins and see if that helps. If Percival comes back have him try to use the flowing rune.... though I do not believe that'll do much good anyways."
"Where are you going?" Roland asked in confusion.
"I need to think, to plan." Looking back Salome seemed almost apologetic, " I can't tell you much right now, but I have an idea, I'll be back soon, I promise."
Picking up the blade that assassin dropped, Salome walked out of Chris's room and back to his own room. Slowly he turns over the blade in moonlight to examine its surface, then sniffed gingerly at the blade surface and with each moment he slowly realize that his worst fear might be realized.
...All we can do is remember her valiant deeds and prey for her salvation in the arms of our Goddess. May she have mercy on her soul.
'And may she has mercy on all our souls.' Salome thought grimly to himself as he finished up the speech, his hands tighten into fists. 'For the sin of men is heavy indeed.'
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At the same time Salome is making his speech, a lone rider holding what appeared to be a large cocoon covered by a large cloak between with one arm while riding hard with the other across the plain of Amur. Dust flies up behind him as his horses' galloped at top speed across the grassy plain. Shifting his grip on the rein, he moved so that he would get a better hold of the bundle laying against his chest with his other arm. Strands of blonde hair flied out to block his vision and the rider, Borus of the Zexen knights, shook his head to clear away the offending strands. Although he knew that he should concentrate on the road ahead, his eyes couldn't help but keep on wondering back to the bundle he is protecting. A gust strong wind pushed back the protective cover of the bundle and silver flowing hair spilled out in waves across his chest. A weak moan escaped from his charge and he gritted his teeth with worry. His entire body tensed with concentration as he spurs his horse to greater speed, his mind heavy with the burden laid upon him.
"Percival! come on she needs you right now!" With Percival right behind him, Borus ran quickly up the stairs and back into Chris's' room. When he arrived he noted that both Roland and Leo has already returned before him and is currently in the process of putting bandage on their fallen captain, Salomes' absence though troubles Borus.
"Where is Salome?"
"He went off to search for a way to help our Lady." Roland replied absentmindedly, his attention focused solely on the job at hand. "Percival, come over here and try your flowing rune on her."
"I'll give my best shot." Percival nodded in agreement and then began to chant the words to the most powerful healing spell that he knows. Blue lights danced around him for a moment and then shoot out toward the fallen form only to fizzle out harmlessly when it came into contact with her.
"What?! It didn't work?" Percival gasped in surprise at the failure the spell.
"As I feared, the enemy has indeed plot out this well." Salomes' grim voice informed everyone of his return, and all the knights turned to see the shorthaired man walked tensely back into the room.
"How did you know that wasn't going to work?" Borus asked.
"It all comes back what was inflicted upon her right now. A rare and deadly Karayan poison now coursed through her veins. It is something that I haven't seen since the war with the grassland over 10 years ago, one that cannot be cured through the normal use of antitoxins. Roland I trust that you have already tested that out yourself?"
"Yes, that does appear to be the case." Roland replied solemnly.
"The poison, however, can be removed using the power of the runes. Whoever tried to kill our captain should know of how easy it could have been removed yet still chose this method, why?" Salome closed his eyes as if to organize his thoughts. "Furthermore, our lady wields the power of true water rune, one of the most powerful healing rune in existence yet still she befalls to this poison, how is it so?"
His eyes snaps open and he fix each of one of them with a hard stare. " The obvious answer would be that they have somehow found out a way to suppress the powers of the runes, one that is powerful enough to suppress even the power of a true rune. By removing the only means in our disposal to cure her they leave us with nearly no choice but to slowly watch her die."
"Damn it, those bastards!" Furious at this development Borus spun around slammed a fist into the desk, knocking papers and cup flying. The tea that Chris was drinking flies off and shatters on the ground, making a loud sizzling sound as its content spills all over the floor. Shocked, Borus took an involuntary step back from the scene.
" So the tea was poisoned as well, that will explain how she was harmed so easily. To not only poisoned her food but also sent another to kill her, our enemy is cunning indeed." Salome rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "First of all though, Roland, I need you to start off to Vinay the Zexay this instant and tell them.. Tell them that Lady Chris has passed away during the night due to an unknown illness."
"What!?" Borus shouted, his body shaking with barely contained fury and outraged at what Salome is saying he grabbed the other man by the scruff. "You can't seriously be thinking of giving up on her can you?"
"Calm down Borus, that is precisely what I am not doing. Giving up on her that is." Unfazed by his companion outburst or perhaps expecting it, Salome easily slipped out of the other mans grasp and continues on, "It is no coincidence that this happened today of all days. We will hold a fake funeral in the morning, hopefully whoever is responsible for this will be convinced that they have succeeded and that will give us the time we need."
"You are suggesting that the council has a hand in this? Though all evidence points to Karaya?" Roland enquired curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"Though we can not complete discount them, I do not believe those evidence is enough to implicate the Karayans. Especially not after we fought alongside them in the last Flame Champion war, or do you believe that the Flame Champion would actually resort to such a thing? Besides, in the current situation we have little option but to believe in their integrity." Salome turns his gaze back to Borus, meeting the blonde man eye to eye. "Because Borus, you will need to take Lady Chris to Karaya, since the poison came from there, it make sense that they would have an antidote for it."
"Me? Why me? Wouldn't Percival be a better choice?" Surprised at the turn of events Borus asked frantically. "He is a better rider than me and.. Damn it those Karayans hate me!"
"I realize that Borus, however I need Percival here because I have no way of foreseen what kind of panic the news of Lady Chriss' death will cause and Percival has a way with words that will be useful. You are our second best rider, and she needs all the haste we can give, I do not know how long she can hold on." Salome explained grimly, though he sounded confident in his plan, his gaze told Borus that he felt as uncertain as Borus himself felt
"Very well, I will set out this very instant." Solemnly, Borus bend over to pick his captain up. He grits his teeth when he sees the pained expression on her feature.
"Stay in Karaya as long as possible, I need time to deal with council on this end. It will be safer there for her anyways." Salome quickly adds.
"I understand, I won't fail even if it means my life." Borus vowed grimly.
'I failed you the last time we came here Captain.' Borus thought determinedly to himself as he race across Plain Amur towards the home of Karayans. 'I wont fail you this time'
His eyes widened though as a group of a dozen horsemen came into view suddenly. Each clad in black, the horsemen split into 3 groups of 4. One group came straight at him and the other 2 approached him in flanking positions from either side. Borus sensed the ill intention of the oncoming horsemen, and he spurred his horse to gain better speed while maneuvering his path in a curve to the right, hoping to go around them. Although 2 of the group seemed to have trouble following his movement, the one group of rider flanking his right managed to match him. Hoof thundering the black riders pulled up beside Borus and took swings at the Zexen knight with long swords. Borus tilted his body to the side, away from the swings and bare avoid the deadly blade. Frustrated by his lack of success, the black clad rider leapt from his saddle and tackles Borus off his mount. With the safety of his captain foremost in his mind, Borus shields his captain from the fall by using himself as a cushion. Stunned by the force of impact Borus struggled to get back up and barely managed to draw out his own sword in time to deflect an overhead strike made by one of his assailants. From the corner of his eyes he saw that the other horsemen have finally caught up and moved to form a ring around him. From the way they moved, Borus could see that they are skilled swordsmen. Though he is confident that he could take any one of them and perhaps 3 at the same time and emerged victorious, with the current odds he would have no chance.
'I am sorry to have failed you again, milady ' Borus thought sadly and shifted his stance to a more offensive one, hoping that he would take at least a few along with him.
As one, the group of black clad men charged and the killing begun in earnest.
-to be continued.
Up next: Borus in trouble, can he save both himself and Chris? Guess who shows up.. WHAT? They don't have the cure??
Black the color that represents darkness and night. The color that symbolizes death and mourning. A solemn and grim color, and though the inhabitants of Brass Castle normally preferred a much lively color, today many has chosen to wear black. For today is a dark day in the histories of Zexen, today Zexen has lost one of its greatest legends. This very morning, the acting captain of the Zexen knights, Salome Harras, announced that Lady Chris Lightfellow, Silver Maiden, White Hero and the defender of Zexen, passed away last night due to mysterious illness. May the goddess have mercy on her soul.
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Suikoden3 Fanfic Conflicts from Within Ch2:
When death becomes of her
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On the hastily erected podium, Salome Harras, acting captain of the Zexen knights, delievered his remembrance of their late captain to the inhabitants of the Brass Castle. Though his quivering mouth spoke the words from the hastily wrote speech with great passion, his mind couldn't help but wander to the events of last night.
Through out my years of service I have never seen another individual more dedicated more strong willed than our Lady Chris Lightfellow.
Staring out into the darkness night Salome pondered on whether everything will go smoothly with the council, though with that bunch, smooth is a relative word. Sighing to himself, Salome wondered if his captain has really made the right decision this time. Though he trusts his captain with unquestionable faith and from every angle her decision seemed to be morally just, he could not help but have a shadow of doubt in the situation. After all what they are doing right now can very well be considered treason and that is something that he did not want to think about. Downing the glass of wine from his table, Salome shook his head ruefully.
'No use worrying about the bridges you have already cross, but worry about the ones that you have yet to cross.' he thought to himself.
A loud crash from the beyond the walls broke his reverie though and without much thought he bolted out of his room and into the hallway to investigate what has happened. What greeted him was something that he thought he would never see there. The 2 Knights guarding the hallway slumped over in their armor, their head bent at an awkward angle, and in that brief glance Salome could already tell that they are dead. Worrying about the captain, Salome bolted down the hall toward where his captain resides.
....Her bravery and courage is only matched by her beauty and prowess in battle....
When he arrived, he was horrified to find his captain sprawling motionless on the ground, and a black clad man wielding a bloodied blade standing over her. With a blood-curling shout, He leapt forward throwing all his weight onto the back of the man, hoping that he wasn't already too late. With the force of his tackle he knocked the man away from the unconscious Chris, the blade in the black clad assailants hand went flying as they both tumbled to the ground. Rolling off Salome, the masked man jumped to his feet and leapt through the window without so much as a backward glance. The welfare of his captain foremost in his mind, Salome quickly got up and went over to the prone form of Lady Chris, what he saw made him feel as if he can no longer breath.
..It is a sad day for all of us gathered here, as we all remember her compassion and kindness, which shines like a star in the darkness and chaos of this world...
Black blood poured freely from a large gash on her right arm, and her body felt like hot iron to his touch, Her weak and labored breathing and the occasional groan of pain is the only sign that she is still alive.
"What happened?" Borus, Roland and Leo almost on heel of each other, rushed into the room and froze at the scene.
"Our Lady has been attacked," Roland replied, wasting no time to explain further, he bellowed out to them in an urgent voice. "Leo, go grab me some clean hot water! Roland, go get that medicine box that I kept in my room! Borus, go find Percival, we need his flowing rune right now!"
As the three knights scrambled to do as they were ordered, Salome rips off a piece of his own shirt to stench the flowing blood. Though he tried to remain calm, His taut face and quivering palm betrays the turmoil from within.
'Black blood, burning fever, it can't be that!' Salome desperately thought to himself.
Of the 3 knights Roland returned first, kneeling down beside Salome, he opened up the box to allow Salome an easier access to its contents.
"Is.is she going to be alright?" Roland asked hesitantly.
"I honestly do not know, the wound should be no problem." Salome replied in a tight voice. " The poison however..."
"She's poisoned? do you recognize what it is?."
" I believe I do, though I need to make sure first." Shifting to the side, Salome maneuvers himself as to give room to Roland. " Here can you hold this cloth here to slow the bleeding? When Leo comes back with the water wash the wound, stitch the wound up and wrap it up with the bandage here. I trust your hands more than mine right now anyways. Feed her some antitoxins and see if that helps. If Percival comes back have him try to use the flowing rune.... though I do not believe that'll do much good anyways."
"Where are you going?" Roland asked in confusion.
"I need to think, to plan." Looking back Salome seemed almost apologetic, " I can't tell you much right now, but I have an idea, I'll be back soon, I promise."
Picking up the blade that assassin dropped, Salome walked out of Chris's room and back to his own room. Slowly he turns over the blade in moonlight to examine its surface, then sniffed gingerly at the blade surface and with each moment he slowly realize that his worst fear might be realized.
...All we can do is remember her valiant deeds and prey for her salvation in the arms of our Goddess. May she have mercy on her soul.
'And may she has mercy on all our souls.' Salome thought grimly to himself as he finished up the speech, his hands tighten into fists. 'For the sin of men is heavy indeed.'
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At the same time Salome is making his speech, a lone rider holding what appeared to be a large cocoon covered by a large cloak between with one arm while riding hard with the other across the plain of Amur. Dust flies up behind him as his horses' galloped at top speed across the grassy plain. Shifting his grip on the rein, he moved so that he would get a better hold of the bundle laying against his chest with his other arm. Strands of blonde hair flied out to block his vision and the rider, Borus of the Zexen knights, shook his head to clear away the offending strands. Although he knew that he should concentrate on the road ahead, his eyes couldn't help but keep on wondering back to the bundle he is protecting. A gust strong wind pushed back the protective cover of the bundle and silver flowing hair spilled out in waves across his chest. A weak moan escaped from his charge and he gritted his teeth with worry. His entire body tensed with concentration as he spurs his horse to greater speed, his mind heavy with the burden laid upon him.
"Percival! come on she needs you right now!" With Percival right behind him, Borus ran quickly up the stairs and back into Chris's' room. When he arrived he noted that both Roland and Leo has already returned before him and is currently in the process of putting bandage on their fallen captain, Salomes' absence though troubles Borus.
"Where is Salome?"
"He went off to search for a way to help our Lady." Roland replied absentmindedly, his attention focused solely on the job at hand. "Percival, come over here and try your flowing rune on her."
"I'll give my best shot." Percival nodded in agreement and then began to chant the words to the most powerful healing spell that he knows. Blue lights danced around him for a moment and then shoot out toward the fallen form only to fizzle out harmlessly when it came into contact with her.
"What?! It didn't work?" Percival gasped in surprise at the failure the spell.
"As I feared, the enemy has indeed plot out this well." Salomes' grim voice informed everyone of his return, and all the knights turned to see the shorthaired man walked tensely back into the room.
"How did you know that wasn't going to work?" Borus asked.
"It all comes back what was inflicted upon her right now. A rare and deadly Karayan poison now coursed through her veins. It is something that I haven't seen since the war with the grassland over 10 years ago, one that cannot be cured through the normal use of antitoxins. Roland I trust that you have already tested that out yourself?"
"Yes, that does appear to be the case." Roland replied solemnly.
"The poison, however, can be removed using the power of the runes. Whoever tried to kill our captain should know of how easy it could have been removed yet still chose this method, why?" Salome closed his eyes as if to organize his thoughts. "Furthermore, our lady wields the power of true water rune, one of the most powerful healing rune in existence yet still she befalls to this poison, how is it so?"
His eyes snaps open and he fix each of one of them with a hard stare. " The obvious answer would be that they have somehow found out a way to suppress the powers of the runes, one that is powerful enough to suppress even the power of a true rune. By removing the only means in our disposal to cure her they leave us with nearly no choice but to slowly watch her die."
"Damn it, those bastards!" Furious at this development Borus spun around slammed a fist into the desk, knocking papers and cup flying. The tea that Chris was drinking flies off and shatters on the ground, making a loud sizzling sound as its content spills all over the floor. Shocked, Borus took an involuntary step back from the scene.
" So the tea was poisoned as well, that will explain how she was harmed so easily. To not only poisoned her food but also sent another to kill her, our enemy is cunning indeed." Salome rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "First of all though, Roland, I need you to start off to Vinay the Zexay this instant and tell them.. Tell them that Lady Chris has passed away during the night due to an unknown illness."
"What!?" Borus shouted, his body shaking with barely contained fury and outraged at what Salome is saying he grabbed the other man by the scruff. "You can't seriously be thinking of giving up on her can you?"
"Calm down Borus, that is precisely what I am not doing. Giving up on her that is." Unfazed by his companion outburst or perhaps expecting it, Salome easily slipped out of the other mans grasp and continues on, "It is no coincidence that this happened today of all days. We will hold a fake funeral in the morning, hopefully whoever is responsible for this will be convinced that they have succeeded and that will give us the time we need."
"You are suggesting that the council has a hand in this? Though all evidence points to Karaya?" Roland enquired curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"Though we can not complete discount them, I do not believe those evidence is enough to implicate the Karayans. Especially not after we fought alongside them in the last Flame Champion war, or do you believe that the Flame Champion would actually resort to such a thing? Besides, in the current situation we have little option but to believe in their integrity." Salome turns his gaze back to Borus, meeting the blonde man eye to eye. "Because Borus, you will need to take Lady Chris to Karaya, since the poison came from there, it make sense that they would have an antidote for it."
"Me? Why me? Wouldn't Percival be a better choice?" Surprised at the turn of events Borus asked frantically. "He is a better rider than me and.. Damn it those Karayans hate me!"
"I realize that Borus, however I need Percival here because I have no way of foreseen what kind of panic the news of Lady Chriss' death will cause and Percival has a way with words that will be useful. You are our second best rider, and she needs all the haste we can give, I do not know how long she can hold on." Salome explained grimly, though he sounded confident in his plan, his gaze told Borus that he felt as uncertain as Borus himself felt
"Very well, I will set out this very instant." Solemnly, Borus bend over to pick his captain up. He grits his teeth when he sees the pained expression on her feature.
"Stay in Karaya as long as possible, I need time to deal with council on this end. It will be safer there for her anyways." Salome quickly adds.
"I understand, I won't fail even if it means my life." Borus vowed grimly.
'I failed you the last time we came here Captain.' Borus thought determinedly to himself as he race across Plain Amur towards the home of Karayans. 'I wont fail you this time'
His eyes widened though as a group of a dozen horsemen came into view suddenly. Each clad in black, the horsemen split into 3 groups of 4. One group came straight at him and the other 2 approached him in flanking positions from either side. Borus sensed the ill intention of the oncoming horsemen, and he spurred his horse to gain better speed while maneuvering his path in a curve to the right, hoping to go around them. Although 2 of the group seemed to have trouble following his movement, the one group of rider flanking his right managed to match him. Hoof thundering the black riders pulled up beside Borus and took swings at the Zexen knight with long swords. Borus tilted his body to the side, away from the swings and bare avoid the deadly blade. Frustrated by his lack of success, the black clad rider leapt from his saddle and tackles Borus off his mount. With the safety of his captain foremost in his mind, Borus shields his captain from the fall by using himself as a cushion. Stunned by the force of impact Borus struggled to get back up and barely managed to draw out his own sword in time to deflect an overhead strike made by one of his assailants. From the corner of his eyes he saw that the other horsemen have finally caught up and moved to form a ring around him. From the way they moved, Borus could see that they are skilled swordsmen. Though he is confident that he could take any one of them and perhaps 3 at the same time and emerged victorious, with the current odds he would have no chance.
'I am sorry to have failed you again, milady ' Borus thought sadly and shifted his stance to a more offensive one, hoping that he would take at least a few along with him.
As one, the group of black clad men charged and the killing begun in earnest.
-to be continued.
Up next: Borus in trouble, can he save both himself and Chris? Guess who shows up.. WHAT? They don't have the cure??