Message #295032

[Mahri828]

-==IC: Stutlus==-

 Stutlus woke up early in the morning, walked out of his tent, and mechanically started walking towards the Striker camp. He wasn't all that great at mornings.

OOC: =P

-==Story IC: Vanon==-

 At first, Vanon had to shove his way through the crowd. And then they saw him. Everyone shied away from the hooded black clad figure that was walking towards the palace gates. The citizens watched in dead silence as he walked up to the guard, and stood, obviously waiting for him to open the gates.
 The guard-captain spat at Vanon's feet. "What do you want here Archwing?" There was a widening of eyes at this statement. No one spoke to the brotherhood like that... no one.
 Vanon eyed him coldly. "Let me through."
 The guard-captain laughed loudly, and a few of his fellows joined in. "Why would I do that? You see, we don't usually let mangy dogs into the palace." Another chorus of laughter at the hooded figure.
 Vanon was unarmed, and it seemed that the royal guards had noticed. He continued to stare at the captain. "Simple. Let me in, or die trying to keep me out."
 The captain cracked his neck, now dead serious. "You sure? There's eleven of us, and one of you." At his signal, ten other men drew swords. "Now beat it!" He punctuated the line with a backhand blow to Vanon's face.
 Vanon turned his head back towards the captain slowly. "What are you going to do?" The guard laughed again, and this time, he went for a full fledged punch. Vanon grabbed his fist, and twisted his arm just enough so as to not break his arm.
 "Now, one more time. Let me through..."
 The guard spat in his face.