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  1. Yep, took arguing with a wall to get it done. You're welcome. Get a handle on your members. He's sending threats afterwards.
  2. No he didn't. I sent it to him and he fought me over PMs for the past half hour. You know, like what you accuse Blackenberg of doing.
  3. You should talk to your own nations. Nicholai has other plans.
  4. Shame to see de pantsless gecko hit the road...

  5. hey, sexy! i see you readin

  6. The life slowly slipped out of him. The agony was not what he thought of, but the inability to kill Sarah and release her upon the world was what upset him. He faded from the world, only for his blood to wash away in the rain water. The last words he heard, "Lets begin anew shall we..." his energy depleted, he layed motionless. He felt nothing... He fell into darkness, only to think, "and so it ends."
  7. writhing in pain, Mykep was down on his knees, holding himself up by the weight of the sword. He looked at Sarah, standing over him. She seemed like a massive dark figure, clouding his vision with her shadow overpowering him. Everything became fuzzy. He attempted to stand up, but blood emptied out of the wounds in his legs and filled up his wet jeans. He laughed, but it was faint and painful. He looked up at his foe and deemed himself successful. "You're one of a kind, Sarah. Make the best of your new found talent. Life isnt fair, you shouldnt be either. Give me this one last request. Give this.. to Charli." Her gaurd went down, and so did her sword. Her hand reached out for the message, but Mykep pulled out not only a note, but a dagger. As one hand handed the dagger, the other used Mykep's body to forcefully push through the pain into Sarah's chest. But the weak and wounded legs were unable to keep thier lunge straight, and ended up stabbing the pelvis. The crack of thunder shook the furniture and the floor. The electricity went out and only the flickerling lightening and the full moon lit up the room. He fell to his hands and knees, as Sarah fell backwards. Out of breathe and ready for his fate, He looked downwards into the pool of blood and rainwater, searching for his note, but could not see it in the darkness. Slowly, he looked up at Sarah, he stumbled to the floor. He cackled as loud as he could. It echoed through the halls and overpowered the thunder. His body numbed and the adrenaline rush ended. He reached for the sword to pull himself up one last time...
  8. His back still turned, he picked up its sword, a much heavier, and much stronger sword than her rapier. He dragged it to the center. of the ballroom, facing Sarah 10 feet away. He smiled crookedly again and laughed obnoxiously. "I dont care if you're a woman since you are much more. I'd finish this duel properly but you seem to think that my sword wont cut through yours like butter. So tell me, how do you plan to finish this, considering your subjects arent here." He raised his hands and twirled within the moments of lightening coming in through the darkened windows, "ONE ON ONE. NEVER BEFORE DONE BY A HANSA." He stopped facing her again. The lights flickered and the chandelier shook with a roaring thunder heard from the open door to the balcony. "Shouldnt you seek the world's approval first? Hesitate and contimplate every simple move? Or is this the new Sarah that I have been dying to see?
  9. "You seem to need to be shown how weak you are, because you dont understand how pathetic you look until the fight is brought to you. A coward hiding within a coward is all I see. You wait for the world's approval when the world should wait for yours." He bows sacrasticlly "My empress, I have a message for you." He wips his head up and mounts the rapier over his head like a javelin. He throws it strangly inaccurate past her left shoulder only for it to be caught by the bannister of the balcony. The distraction was just enough. As she turned her head to face him again, with her stance broken, he hooked her in the cheek, knocking her to the ground. He kicks her rapier off the balcony as she spits out blood. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." He circles her. "THE PROTECTOR OF PEACE. NOTHING WITHOUT HER SUBJECTS." He looks back at her, and gets down on one knee and yanking her pony tail to have her face look at him. "Maybe not in your mind, but everyone else judges. Everyone. You'll be a monster and you'll be killed in the name of peace someday. All your work will go down the drain just like the blood I spilt will slip away with the rain. You may not be as bad as I am right now, but hey... I'm just the messenger." He let her go, and went back inside to retrieve his bloody sword.
  10. He began to circle, as did she. The pouring rain made an inch of water at thier feet. Each step was taken with a splash. "You have no problem boosting your own ego, do you? You know why I wanted peace for the world? So I can have a family, and not worry about my duties to my nation. For my own personal self. I was selfish. Now what is your reason? And leave out the !@#$%^&*." They clashed together, bost thrusting causing the other's to be caught in a parry diagonally upward. They looked at each other with discontent inbetween the blades. "You are no better than the rest of us. You fight for yourself, and yourself alone. Spare the lies of fighting for the world, it is your own safety and security you are after. Its what we are all after. Its just how we secure it is how we are measured in a lifetime. No, its moreso the opinions of people who attempt it through other means that judge us. You'll find yourself on the other side of the stick one day. We all do, we'll all be seen as the bad guy every once and awhile, but so many have fought in your name, so many will fight to see your legacy destroyed. Consider me the scout, the one who thought ahead. Your fate will be the same as all monsters and all heroes alike. You'll die before you achieve your goal, or live long enough to see yourself become the villian. The very thing that you hate. You'll be judged by your friends, allies, and fellow countrymen. You care too much for what others think. Achieve what you want and end this little duel of ours, and show your worth to me." He pushed back on her sword. As she slipped back into her stance, he stepped backwards and lowered his rapier. The water dripped down to the tip of the rapier, and into the gathering water underneathe them. A strike of lightening lit up the skirmish and showed the faint sorrow in his eyes that overcame the sweltering anger and hatred he possessed. "End it, and begin anew."
  11. I want to say congratulations...we've possibly created one of the more epic threads in CNRP history :P

  12. "Monster? Ha!" He stopped his thrusting and started taking his blade and bludgering her blade, causing her to go backwards. "We caused war in the name of stability... He slammed his blade into hers. "You sacrificed your people in your efforts for peace." Again he pounded into her blade "You colonize half the world..." This time, he through a greater amount of force into it, causing her to trip backwards. "AND YOU SELECT YOUR FIGHTS YOU THINK ONLY OF YOURSELF" She ran out of room, and his sword crashed into the enterance of the balcony, which opened up, causing her to fall out in the rain. A dreadful look with a dark gaze fell upon her as Mykep stared down at her. The rain poured down upon both of them. He allowed her to stand up, but he held his rapier tightly and was resisting the urge to strike her down again as she came up. "If I am a monster for the killing of a dozen, then there is no name for you... Lady Protector, or shall I call you Empress? Your title is fitting for the role you will play in the future... Monster." Again, he lept at her, the fight would continue on the balcony.
  13. Mykep ripped a rapier from the wall and made his way to Sarah. "Very." The duel began as Mykep ran foward into a lunge thrust that was blocked by hilt and countered. He blocked as well. The dance went back and forth with blocks and counters and attacks. It stopped for a moment as they circled the ball room. "Is this your way of a peaceful resolution? I kill several people and I may walk away from this in one peace in a duel? You're weak, this entire peaceful coalition makes you weak. You could be so much more." With his last word, he parried and went for another thrust.
  14. Mykep made his way up the stairs, looking foward. He dragged the bloody blade behind him, having it *clink* with every step upward. *clink* "I..." *clink* "...have had enough..." *clink* "OF YOU SPOUTING YOUR LIES" He charged up the stairs and slashed at the floor at Sarah's feet. He looked up at her. Blood and rain dripped from his brow. His glance focused only on her as he slowly removed his blade from the broken floor panels. She backed away slowly, he followed in the same pace, chasing after her with a blank face other than that crooked smile. "I decided that its time to address the fact that peace is never coming...Ever. Our mission almost brought nuclear war to this ever so long lasting continent...AGAIN. That I've had it with peace through war, so lets try something... new!" He pulled out a shorter blade, and with a swift pivet, threw it at a distant staff member who attempted to quietly sneak her way to a phone. Only to be interupted when her sternum was cut into pieces. He slowly piveted back to Sarah, who he rushed his pace until he was standing nose to nose to her. "It seems people never want more when there are guns pointing everywhere, so let the world burn and even the playing field for everyone. I believe that would certainly make less work for us, wouldnt you say?" If it wasnt the mere shock she already had, it was the rumble of thunder that made its way through the open door downstairs that shock the building and flickered the lights. A drop of blood brought the thought process back together for the both of them as it dropped from his chin to her feet. "Now will I be killing anyone else today, or will you quietly escort me to the ballroom for a dance? Not the tango, but more of one where your blade shall meet mine and I'll end this terrible nightmare of yours, or you shall end mine."
  15. Betrayed by countrymen and trusted allies, enraged by his entrapment, and driven insane through his escape and slumber, his peaceful thoughts were silenced by the screamings for blood, war, and for the beast that was hatred that slept many a night in the back of his mind, there was nothing left of Mykep than his crooked smile. It only smiled for another reason. Guns were not needed and were too slow in the job he wanted to do, he cut a bloody path out of own country and made his way to Brisbane, were he would end the peaceful music that enlightened the rest of the world. He would finish off that voice of reason and make what all beings crave...death...power. This night would be the perfect night, down pouring rain with thunder covering the rustling through the leaves and the lightening to guide his path and the same the night to cover his tracks. Tonight...an internal struggle would end. The Military and militia were nothing to worry about. He dodged out of thier reach with ease as the night and rain made it difficult for a simple soldier to catch wind of a man on a mission. He made his way to Solidor Manor, to face his first opponents, the Lillian Gaurds. Archon Mykep, seemingly as calm as though engaged merely in a friendly fencing bout, advanced steadily with the point of his weapon directed against the gaurd in the centre of the trio, and apparently indifferent to an attack on either flank by the others. Inch by inch the Archon advanced into the defensive stance of the gaurd. A quick slit of the throat allowed the Archon to turn his attention to his left flank who sailed his blade upward into a block and with a twist of the blade thrusted it into the throat of his newest victim. His head turned slightly to catch the reaction of the other gaurd attempting to take a swipe at his back. The adrenaline pumped through the archon who side stepped out of the way, slammed his blade into his foes, bringing it closer to the ground, out of the defensive position it was in, and took a chunk of the gaurds face off with a clear flick of the wrist. The blood did not stop pouring into the gathering rain water, as Mykep made quick dealings with the gate gaurds as he sliced open the leg of one, and finishing him off with a downward stab that cut through his heart and penetrated the floor, and dodged a blow only to slice a clear, open path from the second gaurds liver to his mouth. The stained blade dragged behind Mykep as he made his wayto the front door. The men there charged at him with guns, screaming hopeless shouts of disarming himself. He had clearly anticipated this move, parried the gun barrells out of line with him and with lightning rapidity cut his enemy down with a mortal blow from one, to the other. The ground bathed in blood, the only obstacle was the door. After severing the key ring from the waist belt of the Lillian bleeding from several places, he cut a deep wound in his side in a fit of rage after nt being able to cut a simple belt loop. His hands shook with adrenaline, making it hard to put the bloody key into its hole. After several tries, he turned it and thrusted the door open. The dry, musty air met the damp outside winds bringing droplets of water into the house. A staff member present at the door way, saw the shadowy being enter. In an attempt to run away, he was cut down as the blood was throw through his chest. Mykep removed his hood, then his blade from the soon-to-be corpse on the floor. He looked upwards, at the well lit stair case, and smiled his crooked smile, only for it to be broken several seconds later: "SARAH!!! COME OUT AND PLAY!!!"
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