A Message to all Citizens of Talse

[Baka]

The news had traveled all throughout the land reaching every corner of Talse and the countries surrounding it. The Sky Pirate Xerelane the IV has been captured along with his airship the Apollo. "The brigand has been tried," the senators cried. "His execution is scheduled for tomorrow at dusk, for crimes against the republic of Talse." The senators had brought the news to all the united cities of Talse, it appeared that it was indeed true; Xerelane the IV was in the hands of the High Senator and was to die on the morrow.



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Xerelane The IV, Sky Pirate extraoirdinaire, crouched down in the corner of his cell, setting his bottom on the ground, gently. It seemed that there truly was no way out. He was sentenced to die, not for the first time in his life. However, it seemed that, for the first time in his life, there was no hope.

Xerelane had ordered his men not to attempt a rescue. iA rescue attempt at this point was suicide and Xerelane would not meet the gods with the blood of his own men upon his soul. With his men offering him no assistance, Xerelane had no other options. Most of his real friends were either dead or in the same position as he himself was, soon to be dead. Reaching over to the small iron cup beside him, Xerelane grabbed it with both hands, the iron cuffs upon his wrists clinking as he moved the cup to his lips. The water was warm but still refreshing to his aching body. His muscles burned from the effort he had been giving and his breathing was ragged. Xerelane hated to think this was how he was going to die.

Hanging his head between his legs, Xerelane sighed attempting to catch his breath. Looking through the bars of his cell, the young pirate stared up at the sky. It saddened him to think that he would never again soar through the clouds, he would never again have the pleasure of standing on the deck of his airship, feeling the coole breeze against his skin.

Letting his head fall back between his legs, Xerelane the IV stared down at the stone floor. He would have to come to terms with his own fate.

(Okies folks time to start the RP. Your goal is to save the Sky Pirate Xerelane the IV or try and get ahold of his airship the Apollo, which is rumored to be one of the fastest ships in all the Land. If you wish to include a picture, do so in your first post. No character profiles required for this. Hmm...I'm afraid if you wish to have a magical character they will have to be very limited to begin with. Think FFIX magic, like Vivi. Other than that, have fun ^_^)

[Jamie]

The small one man aircraft soared through the air swiftly, one of the fastest craft in the sky. It was stripped of everything but it’s engines. It wasn’t made for anything but missions just like the one that Kiyuske was taking on at this very moment. Some would call it a suicide mission, but that kind of thing never bothered him. He was a tad…insane, but what the hell? He was a sky pirate, after all, that was an insane way of life.

This was going to be the only time he’d allow another person within the confines of his craft, even though the cap had given them orders not to do this, he was gonna do it anyway. This kind of mission was something only he could pull off, and only by himself. His craft landed on the roof of the prison, scaring the guards on duty into withdrawing their swords.

The cockpit lifted and Kiyuske sprung out, landing on top of one of the guards. Even before the other could swing his sword, he had the palm of Kiyuske’s right hand in his stomach, doubling him over. A quick spin and the back of Kisyuke’s ankle met the man’s neck, sending him to the ground unconscious.

Okay, so this wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d hoped. But d**n it, it had to be done. He ran to the edge of the building, looking down. He turned in time to see a group of half a dozen more guards coming, cursing under his breath. As quickly as he could, he tied the rope to a support brace, and jumped. He soared down, through the air, till he caught sight Xeralene.

One of his short swords swung out, stopping his momentum. His feet planted on the concrete under the bars of his window.

“Ya might wanna move this bomb’s gonna take the window out.”.

With that, he removed the bomb from a pouch on his back, he set it in the window with great care and precision, then reached in and removed a match from another pouch. He struck it on the wall, watching as it lit, setting it to the fuse. He then pulled on his rope, allowing it to pull him back up. He landed on the roof, and looked around.

“d**n! Forgot about you guys”.

The half a dozen guards had multiplied to 15, and Kiyuske shook his head. He threw himself forward into a roll, landing in the middle of the group and slugging one right in front of him, knocking him to the ground. Then, with a quick forward hand spring, he was once again out of the mob, though they all looked down in the middle, as they realized he’d set a bomb between em all.

The kaboom was simultaneous with the other one, as all the guards were blown away. Now it was time for Xeralene to make his escape up the rope, then they’d get the hell out of there.

[Baka]

Xerelane was astonished that anybody had been stupid/crazy enough to come after him. He was being held by the Republic of Talse, the leading military power for the past 500 years.

One did not simply fly into Talse and leave unscathed. Getting out of the prison was a simple matter. The true difficulty lye in getting out of Talse's capitol city. The Black Cloaks wouldn't rest until Xerelane the IV was on the chopping block. Still, while only a madman would come to rescue him, only a fool would throw away his one chance at freedom.

Leaping away from the wall, Xerelane's body crached against the opposite wall as the bars covering the window were blown to pieces. Xerelane caused Kiyuske's oversight. The man had let the rope hang down near the blast. The tattered, frayed end of the rope, swung back and forth about three feet above the window.

Cursing softly to himself, Xerelane pulled himself out towards the edge of the window.

Bloody idiot, He cursed. Reaching up, trying to grasp the rope, Xerelane managed to get a small hand hold on the edge of the rope.

Pulling himself up to the roof, proved to be a fairly difficult task, considering all he had to work with for the first few feet was his upper body strength.

Lifting himself onto the roof, Xerelane looked over to his rescuer.

"Alright, let's be on our way" Xerelane said as if he had orchestrated the escape himself.

[Jamie]

The last of the guards had ditched the roof, for a moment, and Kiyuske turned just in time to see Xeralene pop up from the side of the building. It was about d**n time too, he could've used some help with the guards. He nodded at Xeralene's words and moved over to his craft, though when he turned to it, he saw it once again...surrounded.

"d**n it, you guys are stubborn".

From within the confines of his overcoat he withdrew a pair of long daggers, and looked over at Xeralene with a hint of a smirk. He was having fun with this, but then again..he was insane.

"Gonna help out this time, or what?".

With that, one of the daggers was tossed to him, as Kiyuske withdrew another dagger, ready to fight.

[Baka]

As if he had been doing it all of his life, Xerelane plucked the knife out of the air, holding the tip of the dagger by the blade. His pouty lips curled up in disgust as he held the knife out.

"Hmmmm...rather primitive," he said glancing at the men moving towards him "but I suppose it will have to do."

Xerelane moved with all the grace and beauty of a dnacer, spinning and twirling around the guards as if the entire thing had been rehearsed. If the men attacking him perturbed the sky pirate at all he didn't show it. Moments later the men all lay on the ground gripping their wounds.

Xerelane had made sure to make non-lethal wounds, it wasn't their fault they served a corrupt government.

"Gentlemen," he said crossing one leg in front of the other in a grand bow "it has been a pleasure..." with a small smile, Xeralane leapt backwards flipping over the small airship and landing in the passenger seat.

"Ahem, excuse me!? Kiyuske, let's be on our way."

[Jamie]

Xeralene had always been the patient type, hadn't he? Kiyuske shrugged some as he watched all the guards thriving and moaning in agony, and walked over to the airship and jumped in the pilots seat. He reached up and brought the cockpit down, mashing and pulling on a few knobs and buttons, as the engine slowly sputtered to life.

The aircraft rolled, slowly picking up momentum as it headed for the edge, lifting off as it left the roof and soaring through the air once again.

Mission successful, Xeralene was safe for now.

"Now, Xeralene, where should we head for now?'

[Baka]

Pushing a long strand of silver hair behind his ear,Xerelane motioned towards a large building off in the distance.

Take us over there and abandon the ship." The order would more than likely sound ludicrous to Kiyuske , but there was a method to Xerelane's madness.

"If we remain airborn the Black Cloaks will gun us down before we make it to the city gates." he explained. "Our only hope of making it out of this city alive is to make our way through it on foot. ."

Crossing his arms Xerelane pondered his next move carefully.

'They won't be expecting us on foor, that coupled with a lot of luck just might see us out of this alive.

Leaning back, gave a deep sigh.

Your move, Calder

~*~

Glimmering softly in the soft candle light the armor of the Lord General of the Black Cloaks remained as clean and pristine as always. Draped about his shoulders was a long dark cloak, black as the night and just as pristine as the armor.

Lounging back in a simple wooden chair, Lance Calder sighed. News of Xerelane the Iv's escape would travel fast, despite his mens' best efforts and fairly soon peasants and slum lords would be scarmbling to assist the fugitive.


Resting his chin atop his knuckles, Calder stared into the darkness his eyes drifting lazily to the candle lights. Grand Lord General Gantry would not be pleased with the recent turn of events.

Dark ebony locks fell across his pale brow and Calderm brushed them away with a steel coated finger. This would not be the end of him. His family had been serving in the black cloaks for hundreds of years and he would be d**ned if he would see his legacy smashed to peices all because of some ridiculous little stone and a puffed up sky pirate.

A knock echoed throughout the room and Calder glanced towards the door. "Enter..." he muttered in a soft voice. The door creaked open and the young Captain Shephard stood before him, his bright blond hair glimmering along with his armor. "You sumoned me milord?" he asked giving a bow.

Eyeing the young man, Calder rose motioned him in with a finger. "Yes, it seems that Xerelane the IV has escaped."

"I've heard sir." The young soldier stated, his face covered with annoyance at the sheer stupidity of the prison guards. Had they been black cloaks the situation never would have gotten as out of hand as it did.

"You are to take a platoon of Hunters and set them loose in the city, they will search out the fugitive and tear him asunder...should things get out of hand you have my leave to resort to your magic to keep everything in control."

The young Captain nodded and gave another bow. "Sir?" he asked in a hesitant voice "is it likely that they'll be on foot?"

Pondering the question for a moment, Calder nodded "I would think so...Xerelane is a cunning man...he is not foolish enough to try the city gates....doing so would mean his death...Yes...He will most definitely be on foot. "

Waving the young caption off, Calder watched as the boy bowed then moved towards the door. "Shephard..." he called out causing the boy to turn and face him. Holding an open palmn out, Calder sent a small ball of black flame dancing across the room and into the young captain's upturned hand. "Give that to Xerelane when you catch up with him." Shephard smiled and bowed once more before taking his leave.

Smiling softly, Calder rose to his feet and walked across the room to shut the door. "Let us see how you bear the touch of Wizard's Fire, Xerelane the IV."

Moving back to his seat, Calder composed his report to the Grand Lord General a small smile firmly fixed in place upon his lips.