Thread: flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue -- Yuri de Elias Schiffer Nox, Liliana Greand Rogue. -- Drusilla. -- Captain Richter Michaelis. -- Luthra. It was indeed close to Noon's Eye when they were just a few yards from the entrance into Vallacre. The city itself was magnificent from an outsider's view. The sidewalks had been paved and lined with cobblestone and they could see the vehicles edging along the center of the concrete road, cars and trucks busying themselves with life. Two guards from the Militia, garbed in their usual attire of drab brown coats with matching brown slacks and black loafers, stood ever watchful by the gate that would gain them entry to the city. They both wielded rifles, intersecting at the barrels. Their hats were tipped forward, broad, except for the slender brim. It was used to shield their eyes from the sun. He pondered on the fact that the Militia, in league with the King, created a ban on firearms in belief that they turned the tides of war into a reckless massacre and that they were unsafe, yet the Militia was the only faction allowed to carry them. This actually carved a grin onto his fact, his lips cracking into an upward tug. They stopped before them, the guards checking them over, What have you in Vallacre? Yuri addressed them, even as they eyed his sword, We've come in lieu of the Militia's recruitment procedures. We thoroughly wish to join. The man lifted their rifles and allowed them entry into the large city, Behave. Be mindful of vehicles. Good luck. Sometimes a lie was needed to obtain things you wanted. Their heels clicked against the pebbles laid in the cobblestone as they used the sidewalk to traverse the city. The jagged infrastructure of the buildings behind buildings created a veritable skyline that resembled the masts of a shipyard. The buildings jutted up and down, all over the place. The closer they walked to the square, the more that Gaal Castle, only a mile or so outside of the city, came into focus. It was foreboding in size, that was to be said. He looked back over his shoulder to Liliana, Have you an idea of where we are to go? I feel this sprawling metropolis might devour us without some sense of direction. Also you can never trust a man to lead. He let her take point and guide them through the city. They wandered for what felt like hours, though time was deceptive. Only an hour had actually passed before they happened upon the square. It was cordoned off from the majority of the city, as it was filled with pedestrians galore, bustling about the large ceremonial fountain erected in the center, the sunlight cast upon it causing the water tumbling through the air to look iridescent. He nudged his way through the crowd after Liliana, headed toward the Militia's headquarters, which happened to be here. They passed by several bakeries and different marketplace vendors peddling their wares for the crowd. He reminded himself to return to one particular vendor selling deep friend batter on a stick with honey drizzled over it. She opened the door leading into the headquarter, which in itself was ginormous. A woman, maybe aged forty years, was behind the counter, typing. When she approached her she lifted her eyes to Liliana, How may I assist you ma'am and sir? Yuri leaned his elbow and bicep into the counter, letting Liliana do most of the talking, but keeping an eye on her nevertheless. The woman posed a query for her shortly after she finished, Now you said you needed to speak to recruitment about your missing brother who joined and then went missing? I will see what I can do. She lifted a phone and spun in her chair, starting a conversation with the person on the other end. Once she replaced it on the cradle she spun back around and face them with the news, Unfortunately Recruitment is busy and they informed me they do not disclose soldier's records, even to family. I am truly sorry. Yuri could see the disappointment in her eyes. It paned him, honestly. He used his bicep to shove off the counter and turned toward the woman to protest but was cut off mid-sentence with a Yuri? Is that you Yuri? He knew that voice. He had served with the man before. Richter Michaelis. Yuri turned to face the man. Richter had grown since they last met. He had grown into a fine man who filled out the uniform well. He was more muscular now, with his ebony tresses having grown even longer. He held a scar on his chin, not too prevalent, his face still young looking, yet more stern and commanding. Richter outstretched a gloved hand and gripped Yuri's own, It's been what, three or four years? Yuri gave his a nod of affirmation, Yes Richter. The time has flown. You are a Captain now? Your wings take you through the ranks, do they? Richter gave him a smile. One Liliana would find both enticing and charming, for sure. Green eyes motioned toward her, Is this your wife? What a beautiful creature you have obtained. I am jealous, no doubt. Can't you see it? Yuri shook his head, Your jokes were never funny. She is my traveling companion. Speaking of which-- Richter had released his hand, letting their hands fall in unison to their respective sides, She is seeking information on her brother. Let me explain. After thoroughly going over the details with Richter, he placed one leather clad index to his chin, Recruitment is very fickle. I might be able to persuade them to be more forthcoming, but I have a massive problem before me. If you were willing to lend me that superior sword of yours to my cause, I would surely swindle them. Yuri looked to Liliana to see what she thought then back to Richter, What is the problem Richter? We are willing to do whatever falls into our eager laps for this information. Richter smiled and led them to his office, which in itself was quite spacious and poured them a drink of their choice. He leaned his buttocks onto the table, hands gripping the edges and spoke freely with them as if they were old friends, Gaals Castle has been a recent plague on this land if you will. Strange, morbid creatures have been appearing from time to time. They wish only the most ill of harm to our denizens. We have sent a reconnaissance team to the Castle, but only one returned. It was rather unfortunate. The boy was driven almost stark raving mad from what he saw. Whatever it was, he pieced together that they only made it into the foyer and that there is some sort of barrier machination baring entrance to other areas. As you know, the Militia is never above the gainful employing of mercenaries in our ranks when needed. I would like you to lead another team to the Castle and if nothing else, inform us of the type of barrier we face. Do I have your cooperation?