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Post by Envy on Oct 1, 2007 15:34:05 GMT -6
This is a tale of a parallel world of Amestris. A tale where gunpowder, electricity and steam engines were never invented. A tale full of new races, orcs, goblins, elves and dwarfes. Tale about heroism and hounour. Tale about swords and castles and ships exploring the seas far away.
Be driven into this world full of epic deeds and brave fights. Fight your own way in here and unleash your warrior that has slept inside you until now. Live the FMA fantasy in the full life.
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Post by Envy on Oct 1, 2007 15:34:39 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
The scared man of Ishbal was running forward, breathing heavily. Quickly he descended a hill and arrived at a bridge at a crossing of Poros. A small band of Ishbalians was fighting much larger force of Amestris military. Swords were clashing and bows were singing. But then the Ishbaliens were forced to retreat over the bridge.
It was a short, yet bloody war. Ishbal was a peaceful kingdom, yet greedy and warmongering Empire of Amestris waged an ultimate war againts them. They have pushed the Isbalians to up to their capital and captured about 50% of Ishbalien territory. Sice then, Ishbal has manage to win a few key battles, but the war was still unresolved. It continued on and on.
Scar-san yelled in fury, drew out his sword and ran to the nearest Amestris soldier and choped his head of. He kept slashing forward, but somebody took his shoulder. He looked back and saw his brother, face twitched in pain, chest pierced with a spear.
*Brother!* Scar-san screamed in despair. But then, he was banged with a club to his head and falled unconscious. When he waked up, he was tied to a chair and saw some military officer standing above him.
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Post by chess on Oct 1, 2007 15:44:47 GMT -6
Havoc stuffed the tabacco into his pipe, and then holding it between his lips lit the end. He breathed in the smoke and then slowly blew it out. He looked over at the Isbalian man, they had captured, he was finally waking up. This guy has piercing red eyes, they actually frightened Havoc a bit, he wasnt going to show that though.
'So...' he said walking up to the man 'Whats going on with the rebellion in Isbal?' he asked, he knew he wouldnt get much of an answer from this man but he didnt want to waste time with plesant niceities. He circled the man, taking long drags from his pipe and blowing the smoke out in large plumes.
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Post by Envy on Oct 2, 2007 3:31:57 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
*What? Who? HOW DARE YOU???* Scar-san screamed in rage. You have attacked our peaceful kingdom, killed our civilians and burned our cities!* He spat in Havoc's face. Then he remebered something that pierced his heart like an iceling. *Brother!* he shouted in pain and tears in eyes. *Brother! Where are you? What have you done to him???* he shouted at Havoc, trying to wrigle out of the ropes.
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Post by carduus on Oct 2, 2007 3:53:53 GMT -6
In a shadowy corner stood a hunched up figure with small, half-moon glasses watching the whole scene. Around his waist was a thick leather apron with blood stains and pockets filled with wax thread and pierced through with large metal needles. He moved around with the shadows - hating the sun and protecting himself from it with a long cloak, that used to be green, but by time and use turned a grimy gray.
Tucker observed the scene, hands folded, cupping his elbows. He hoped the captive will fail to provide the smoking officer with answers, because then it would be his turn to "prive" it out from him.
He twisted up a smirk and waited.
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Post by chess on Oct 2, 2007 9:29:32 GMT -6
'Brother?' Havoc asked, he didnt know anything of a brother he was speaking of. This man had been placed in front of Havoc this morning, unconcious and tied up. 'Question him' his commanding officer had barked at him.
'I dont know anything about a brother of yours...' he knew was wasnt going to get any answers out of this one. Oh well it was either the easy or the hard way...and there were people espically designed for that type of persuasion...
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Post by Envy on Oct 2, 2007 11:51:55 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
*You bastard! You killed him! I saw him dead!* Scar-san tried as hard as he could to get from the ropes that binded him, but it was tighted pretty hard, and even his great strength couldn't do anything. *What do you want to know?* he barked at Havoc. *What are our plans? That's to kill all of you!* He hanged his head in silence.
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Post by chess on Oct 3, 2007 7:44:22 GMT -6
Havoc was quite surprised, this guy wanted to talk and tell what the plans in Isbal was. He inhaled another long drag from his pipe and exhaled slowly. The tabacco clamed him down but also geared him up for what ever was next. He walked over to the table that was opppsite the man and sat on the edge of it.
'We were trying to help you people, why do you want us all dead?' he asked speaking slowly and calmly.
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Post by Envy on Oct 3, 2007 9:24:32 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
*Help us?* asked Scar-san quietely. *Help us?* he repeated again, almost whispering at the edge of audibility. The silence that fell between them was like a still wind before a storm, like a serene scene of landscape before a great battle.
Scar-san could not believe what he was hearing. And this officer before him seemed to be convinced of his truth. *Then... you would like to have a peace with us?* Scar-san lifted his head up and looked stright into Havoc's eyes, his face full of fury and hate. *Oh, yes, we will have peace, when all of you shall perish!* His voice was getting stronger and louder each word. *Even if your war on us was just, as it was not, for were you ten times as wise and more powerful, you would have no right to rule our people, for your profit as you desire; even so, what will you say of your torches in the Eastfolds, and the children that lie dead there? And your soldiers hewed the body of my father even after he was dead!* Lightnings came form his eyes, his voice was now full of wrath and passion coming straight from his chest. *We may be less powerful than your Empire, but we don't need to lick your fingers! We will never surrender and we'll keep on fighting! Try and continue in this war, but if will be you who will fall!*
Then silence fell once again. But Scar-san did not continue, he sat there, his face now expressionless.
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Post by chess on Oct 3, 2007 12:05:21 GMT -6
Havoc was shocked by this guys out burst. He knew the Military was in Ishbal to help, but he was left behind to handle the paperwork that came in everyday, he didnt know any tales of being in the front line. He didnt know of the killings that had gone on there, and they way this guy was describing it he didnt want to.
Havoc sighed, the guy had appear to have calmed down but he couldnt get the look of sheer hatred and angry out of his mind...this guy truly hated the Military. There was only one course of action for a man like him, Havoc always left this as a last resort...but this man didnt look like he was going to budge.
He moved a little closer to the man, and looked into his eyes. 'It would be wise for you to give the answers I want...we didnt want to create a war, and the sooner you people realise that the better'
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Post by Envy on Oct 3, 2007 14:38:36 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
*You scum!* His voice was quiet, yet filled with hatred, that could even kill the weak-minded. *You have no idea what are you talking about. Should I teach you history? 15. August, 13:45. Your front convoy attacked the villages of Eastfold. I was there... I saw the bodies of children you killed. I saw the crosses, the graves, you forced them to dig for themselves. And now you tell me you don't want war? WHY YOU!!!* His last words were screamed as loud as he could. His anger has filled his muscles with new energy, he jumped forward with the chair, straight at Havoc bitting him deeply into this neck.
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Post by chess on Oct 3, 2007 16:12:28 GMT -6
Havoc and the man fell to the floor, the pain that was going threw Havoc's neck was unbearable, the mans teeth clung to Havoc's neck and the more he struggled the tighter the mans grip became. 'What the--' Havoc managed to cough out, he grabbed the mans hair and tried to pull the mans head away from his neck. He struggled against the man, who was roughly three times bigger than him.
Havoc still had his pipe in his head and without thinking he threw the hot ash into the mans face.
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Post by carduus on Oct 4, 2007 6:18:11 GMT -6
Tucker covered up when the big man dived forward, but still seeing him tied to the chair and now with hot ash in his face, he dived at him with a shout to other soldiers and with a pair of his massive sewing needles. He stuck the needles vertically through the shells of Scar-san's ears and pulled them out, grasping the wax sewing threads and pulling hard - pulling the head up like a puppet with excess pain to the man.
"Just like a dog, but I thought that dogs that bark don't bite..." He hissed into Scar's pierced ear just for him to hear.
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Post by Envy on Oct 4, 2007 13:13:54 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
The pain he experienced when the hot ash fell into his face was nothing compared to the agony when Tucker pulled the threads. he let go of Havoc as his head was pulled up and he screamed but not in anger anymore, but in extreme suffering. *Let go! Let go!* he yelled and stopped fighting and resisting immidietelly.
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Post by chess on Oct 4, 2007 13:21:44 GMT -6
Havoc scrambled to the corner of the small room, managing to get up he put his hand over the bite mark, his hand was soaked in blood. The bite mark was deep and the blood had already began to run down his shirt. He tried to get his breath back, breathing deeply in the corner. His neck was hurting, as he held the wound tighter, he had to stop the blood before he passed out. 'Bastard' he managed to splutter out.
Tucker had hold of that guy now, good job he had decided to come along and stay in the shadows. 'Tucker you got this one while I go get cleaned up' he asked stumbling to the door.
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Post by carduus on Oct 4, 2007 14:29:55 GMT -6
Just a flash of the glasses indicates that Tucker had acknowledged the command, still pulling at the strings.
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Post by Envy on Oct 4, 2007 15:08:49 GMT -6
SCAR-SAN
* I said! Let! GO!* screamed Scar-san again, his head still pulled up. If he had any chance to get his hands free, he would have cough Tucker, beat him up to bloody pulp, but the ropes were too tight. He couldn't do anything at this situation, he was helpless, and he knew it, and this fact hurted him even more than the physical pain.
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Post by chess on Oct 4, 2007 16:02:02 GMT -6
Havoc had made it down to the hospital wing of the office, the nurse bathed his wounds. She looked puzzled, but Havoc had made up a story about a dog biting him. The last thing he needed was anyone knowing that he hadnt done his job properly, and the guy he was suspose to be interagating had just attacked him. He would be the laughing stock of head quarters.
At that time Breda was walking past, he hadnt noticed Havoc untill the nurse put a cold swab on his neck and Havoc had screamed out. 'Hey whats going on?' he asked. Havoc flashed a look at him which screamed shut up. Breda walked out and waited for him to come out. Havoc turned the corner and whispered to him about what had just happened, Breda was furious. 'We need to get the higher up's involved!' he shouted. 'Shhhh' Havoc said, 'We just need to get the info outta this guy then we can dispose of him.' They both then made their way down to the room.
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Post by carduus on Oct 5, 2007 10:37:20 GMT -6
Tucker waited for somebody to return and further question the prisoner while he held his head up. He was not good at asking questions - most of the time not even giving a damn about what was going on, but he enjoyed making people and animals suffer. Call it an alienation in his youth - being an Half-elf never gave you a sense of belonging, thus you did what best let your frustrations out and when you were good at it, the Military noticed (or they jailed you - if they had the courage...) (Tak Chubs - je nacase zacit tam cpat rasy  Time for races introduction) |
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Post by chess on Oct 5, 2007 10:50:42 GMT -6
Havoc and Breda entered the room, the guy was still on the floor being help up by Tucker by the ears, the guy still had blood around his lips. Havocs shirt was stained but he didnt have time to change. Havoc was pissed, he didnt actually want to be anywhere near this guy, let alone question him about the goings on in Isbal. He was compenplating taken up Breda's offer of getting the higer ups involved.
Breda saw how annoyed Havoc was and took a step towards the man. 'How dare you assult an officer...I hope you are in alot of pain.' He sniggered. 'Lt,' Havoc called, 'Dont badger the prisioner...we still need him to answer questions.' Havoc pulled up a seat in front of the man. He nodded at Tucker to make sure he had a tight hold of this guy. Breda stood in the corner.
'Now....what are the plans for the Isbalian rebellion? Who else are you planning on attacking?' Havoc said calmly, even though he was physically shaking.
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Time for races introduction)
