The Bastards Lands: The final march
Apr 27, 2021 19:14:04 GMT -6
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Post by Bastard Warlord on Apr 27, 2021 19:14:04 GMT -6
Silverton Casino Hotel: headquarters of the Bastard Warlord
There is a sheen that comes off of the naked frame of the Bastard Warlord. He stands at the balcony edge, his vision looking out over his Bastard Lands. He will do anything to keep them in his possession. With the tourney winding down, questions come to mind. Conrad has his fingers in a lot of things, so much so that it makes one wonder what is gonna happen when the tourney ends. Bull thinks of these things...runs the possibilities through his devious mind. He has to be careful what he decides…the lives and livelihoods of his people depends on it. Vegas could stand as it is...but there are rumors swirling that hell is about to break loose. The Bastard has his forces moving as we speak, the sound of boots on pavement can be heard echoing up to Bull. His forces are on the move. As promised...Bulls main forces are moving out...the Black Hare being used heavy tonight.
“The main army has moved to the secondary locations my darkness.”
Voodoo, faithful companion and lover of the warlord, stands next to his armor. It is black chain mail meets biker leather. His axe Stormsedge stands next to the armor on its own stand. It’s massive axe head gleams in the light. The warlord grins and walks back towards his armor.
“All things are coming together nicely. The jarl has agreed to our terms and we shall meet in the battlefield and settle this like true masters of our destiny.”
“I have prepared your victory dinner or master of all that he sees. Your victory shall be screamed across the land by criers and radios alike. Old and new shall feel the joy of your victory.”
Bulls grin speaks volumes as two unnamed women appear and begin to dress the warlord with Voodoo’s supervision.
“Is the wheel ready?”
Voodoo grins and nods.
“Oh yes most diabolical one. It has been oiled and my personal engineers have looked it over to ensure there is no rigging.”
“Excellent. We want this as fair as it can get. We don’t want the jarl’s people to scream about an unfair bout.”
“As we speak, one of his lieutenants is looking over the wheel himself. I took extra care to invite them to look at it so that there was no mistake.”
Bull armor now sits on his body, Stormsedge resting like an old friend against his shoulder. Bull walks back to the balconies edge. His most loyal and faithful of followers are three stories below him looking up at their lord. He smiles and raises his arms and a silence passes over the crowd.
“This is the day we have wanted. But not how we wanted it. Instead of marching through the streets of Vegas as the new lords of the land...we are instead faced with an uncertainty. Conrad may pull the plug on our land and the government would attempt to swoop in. While we could battle them...as it stands now we would not prevail.”
Grumbling and boos from the gathered masses. Bull holds up his axe.
“We have no doubt in your prowess and with DCI armor...you are worth more than they can muster. But we are not some savage. We are smarter than they want us to be. We know this fight is theirs...for now. But we won’t be forgotten...we won’t be held back much longer. The time of our rise is here. We...your Warlord...are preparing to bring to you the head of a jarl. All is not lost. We shall be victorious. This we command!”
The masses go apeshit as the warlord looks out over his flock and smiles. Tonight is a good night to die.
