Post by Eldrin/Vai on Feb 15, 2012 12:42:54 GMT -6
Rhadamanthus Amory walked down the streets of Hyrule Castle Town briskly. He walked as quick as he could without appearing suspicious. The hilt of his rapier gently bounced against his leg as he walked, making a slight jingling sound. He still wore pieces of the armor he had been assigned as a bodyguard of the Isoterin family. Steel pauldrons, gauntlets, a small chestplate that covered his chest but not his abdomen, and greaves. A black cape hung from one shoulder, it bore a symbol in the shape of a crimson diamond with a snarling dog in gold in the center. The sky above was overcast, all but a small patch where the sun shined through. It cast an almost eery glow over the bustling market place. As Amory watched, the sky began to release it's burden upon the world. Wave after wave of heavenly tears fell from the golden clouds. Each raindrop was illuminated by the glorious sunlight. "The sun is crying..." Rhadamanthus muttered with a somber smile.
"Halt! Sir, we're going to need proof of identification," A guard barked, dragging him from his thoughts. He looked around to find himself surrounded by Hylian guards, all armed and armored. Their armor glistened with the raindrops rolling off of them.
"I am Razimuh Isoterin," he said, the lie slipping smoothly off his tongue, "I left my identification at home, as I did not expect to be so rudely accosted by lowly guards such as yourselves." He scoffed arrogantly at the guard who had spoken, a captain by his armor, "Is a man expected to acquire proof of his identity the moment he steps outdoors?!"
For a moment the guards seemed almost apologetic. The wrath of a nobleman was not something they wished to incur. Then a guard standing behind him spoke up. "Look at his cape! The crest!"
The captain quickly moved around Amory to peer at the crest emblazoned across the leather cape. "Ha ha ha! A snarling dog of gold incased in a blood red diamond on a field of black... So you claim to be Razimuh of House Isoterin, yet you bear the emblem of House Amory? Please, sir explain to us this riddle." He said, almost tauntingly as he walked back around to face Amory.
"I was given this cape as a symbol of good faith between two noble families. Sythra Amory presented me with it at a dinner party hosted by the Loemeni family last month!" Amory responded, with a confident anger, as if he were outraged at these accusations.
"Interesting," the captain responded with a mirthful smile. "Considering Sythra Amory fell ill and died two years ago..." He chuckled at Amory's shocked expression. "Not to mention that it is common knowledge that she had deliberately distanced herself from the politics of aristocracy since such affairs drove her favorite nephew to murder his father." His eyes fell on Amory's clenched fist. "And what was that cousin's name?" The captain asked a guard standing next to him.
"Rhadamanthus Amory IX, sir," the guard replied.
"And his description?" The captain asked, his eyes glinting maliciously.
"Long blond hair," the captain's gaze confidently shifted to the long blond hair Amory had in a ponytail, now soaked thoroughly by the rain.
"Light brown eyes," the captain glanced at Amory's light brown, almost golden, eyes.
"A small scar over his left eyebrow," the captain came a little closer and saw the thin, barely noticeable, line above Amory's left eyebrow.
"Need I have him go on?" The captain asked with a triumphant smile. He drew his sword and instantly all of the other guards did the same. He pointed the tip of his sword at Amory. "Rhadamanthus Amory IX, you are under arrest for murder, identity theft, and goddesses know what else!" He declared loudly. By now they had drawn a crowd of onlookers despite the rain.
Amory shook his head slowly and lazily rested his hand on the silver teardrop pommel of his rapier. "I'll give you ten seconds to stand down."
"You would stand against me and all of my men?" The captain asked, incredulously.
Amory did not look the captain in the eyes. For a moment it was silent but for the sound of rain. "You arrest me for the murder of my father, yet you are surprised that I would kill you?" He answered with a question as the time he had given them neared it's conclusion. He slowly drew his blade with his right hand and looked the captain up and down.
The captain laughed as if this was a ridiculous question. "I am surprised that you would be foolish enough to take us all on!"
"Ten..." Amory smiled his somber smile and flicked the rain from his blade. He started toward the captain without a word or warning. The captain swung his sword before Amory had even lifted his. Amory skillfully swatted the blade away with the butt of his own and swiped downward. The captain's arm clattered to the ground, still clutching his sword. His blood slowly spread across the wet cobblestone, turning bright red as it was diluted by the rainwater. The captain screeched in pain and fell to his knees clutching the stump he had retained. Amory held his rapier out and let the rain wash the blood from it. "By my count, you left at least six openings when you attacked. A beginner's mistake." The man doubled over, sobbing at the loss of his arm.
As the initial moment of shock passed, the guards all ran at Amory at once, perhaps in vain hope of overwhelming him. Amory ripped through the crowd of guards with the effortless skill of a master. With every swing of his blade, a man fell dead, as he danced in and out of their defenses. At last, with a final stab into the gap of a guard's armor, the last body crumpled to the ground. Amory stood in the center of a pile of bodies. Twelve guards lay dead, while two others were injured. The rain washed the blood down the street, so that parent pulled their children off of the ground and held them in their arms. Amory had no injuries, not even a scratch. As he sheathed his blade and began to walk away, yet another group of guards arrived to confront him. "Damn fools..." Amory muttered turning to face them as he drew his rapier. His eyes widened when he saw the leader of the group.
Bastion Amory stood at the head of a squadron of guards, staring at his cousin. "Rhadamanthus, you know I can not let you escape." Bastion said in a strong voice to Rhadamanthus. "You must answer for your crimes. My uncle, your father, Seilon Amory, must be avenged!"
Rhadamanthus's somber smile returned and he gazed at his cousin. "Hello, Bastion. It's good to see you." He muttered.
More guards came running from behind Rhadamanthus. He was surrounded, and knew he could not defeat them all. As if symbol of his approaching fate, the clouds seemed to swallow the sun. The city was drenched in shadow. Rhadamanthus gripped his rapier and once again flicked the rainwater from its blade. "If I should die here, I have but one regret." He thought as swarms of guards came at him from every angle. "That I am not the one who killed him." His blade cut an arc of crimson mist though the veil of rain covering the battle.
"Halt! Sir, we're going to need proof of identification," A guard barked, dragging him from his thoughts. He looked around to find himself surrounded by Hylian guards, all armed and armored. Their armor glistened with the raindrops rolling off of them.
"I am Razimuh Isoterin," he said, the lie slipping smoothly off his tongue, "I left my identification at home, as I did not expect to be so rudely accosted by lowly guards such as yourselves." He scoffed arrogantly at the guard who had spoken, a captain by his armor, "Is a man expected to acquire proof of his identity the moment he steps outdoors?!"
For a moment the guards seemed almost apologetic. The wrath of a nobleman was not something they wished to incur. Then a guard standing behind him spoke up. "Look at his cape! The crest!"
The captain quickly moved around Amory to peer at the crest emblazoned across the leather cape. "Ha ha ha! A snarling dog of gold incased in a blood red diamond on a field of black... So you claim to be Razimuh of House Isoterin, yet you bear the emblem of House Amory? Please, sir explain to us this riddle." He said, almost tauntingly as he walked back around to face Amory.
"I was given this cape as a symbol of good faith between two noble families. Sythra Amory presented me with it at a dinner party hosted by the Loemeni family last month!" Amory responded, with a confident anger, as if he were outraged at these accusations.
"Interesting," the captain responded with a mirthful smile. "Considering Sythra Amory fell ill and died two years ago..." He chuckled at Amory's shocked expression. "Not to mention that it is common knowledge that she had deliberately distanced herself from the politics of aristocracy since such affairs drove her favorite nephew to murder his father." His eyes fell on Amory's clenched fist. "And what was that cousin's name?" The captain asked a guard standing next to him.
"Rhadamanthus Amory IX, sir," the guard replied.
"And his description?" The captain asked, his eyes glinting maliciously.
"Long blond hair," the captain's gaze confidently shifted to the long blond hair Amory had in a ponytail, now soaked thoroughly by the rain.
"Light brown eyes," the captain glanced at Amory's light brown, almost golden, eyes.
"A small scar over his left eyebrow," the captain came a little closer and saw the thin, barely noticeable, line above Amory's left eyebrow.
"Need I have him go on?" The captain asked with a triumphant smile. He drew his sword and instantly all of the other guards did the same. He pointed the tip of his sword at Amory. "Rhadamanthus Amory IX, you are under arrest for murder, identity theft, and goddesses know what else!" He declared loudly. By now they had drawn a crowd of onlookers despite the rain.
Amory shook his head slowly and lazily rested his hand on the silver teardrop pommel of his rapier. "I'll give you ten seconds to stand down."
"You would stand against me and all of my men?" The captain asked, incredulously.
Amory did not look the captain in the eyes. For a moment it was silent but for the sound of rain. "You arrest me for the murder of my father, yet you are surprised that I would kill you?" He answered with a question as the time he had given them neared it's conclusion. He slowly drew his blade with his right hand and looked the captain up and down.
The captain laughed as if this was a ridiculous question. "I am surprised that you would be foolish enough to take us all on!"
"Ten..." Amory smiled his somber smile and flicked the rain from his blade. He started toward the captain without a word or warning. The captain swung his sword before Amory had even lifted his. Amory skillfully swatted the blade away with the butt of his own and swiped downward. The captain's arm clattered to the ground, still clutching his sword. His blood slowly spread across the wet cobblestone, turning bright red as it was diluted by the rainwater. The captain screeched in pain and fell to his knees clutching the stump he had retained. Amory held his rapier out and let the rain wash the blood from it. "By my count, you left at least six openings when you attacked. A beginner's mistake." The man doubled over, sobbing at the loss of his arm.
As the initial moment of shock passed, the guards all ran at Amory at once, perhaps in vain hope of overwhelming him. Amory ripped through the crowd of guards with the effortless skill of a master. With every swing of his blade, a man fell dead, as he danced in and out of their defenses. At last, with a final stab into the gap of a guard's armor, the last body crumpled to the ground. Amory stood in the center of a pile of bodies. Twelve guards lay dead, while two others were injured. The rain washed the blood down the street, so that parent pulled their children off of the ground and held them in their arms. Amory had no injuries, not even a scratch. As he sheathed his blade and began to walk away, yet another group of guards arrived to confront him. "Damn fools..." Amory muttered turning to face them as he drew his rapier. His eyes widened when he saw the leader of the group.
Bastion Amory stood at the head of a squadron of guards, staring at his cousin. "Rhadamanthus, you know I can not let you escape." Bastion said in a strong voice to Rhadamanthus. "You must answer for your crimes. My uncle, your father, Seilon Amory, must be avenged!"
Rhadamanthus's somber smile returned and he gazed at his cousin. "Hello, Bastion. It's good to see you." He muttered.
More guards came running from behind Rhadamanthus. He was surrounded, and knew he could not defeat them all. As if symbol of his approaching fate, the clouds seemed to swallow the sun. The city was drenched in shadow. Rhadamanthus gripped his rapier and once again flicked the rainwater from its blade. "If I should die here, I have but one regret." He thought as swarms of guards came at him from every angle. "That I am not the one who killed him." His blade cut an arc of crimson mist though the veil of rain covering the battle.