Post by Xavier Cross on Oct 12, 2013 13:37:25 GMT
The night sky was brighten by the moon, the stars, not a cloud in sight. Lord Cross stood on his balcony, his eyes locked in the sky. It had been months since Verona took the Throne, and the Knite family sent across the Salt Seas to exile. The only Knite blood that remained was his darling wife, and their children. Verona wasn’t a fool, it was risky enough to take the throne, but with the Iron Bank’s money, and backing, it was enough to take the King’s Reach. It was not enough to upset the North.
The greatest of warriors resided in the North. However, the sparks of war were about to turn into a wild fire. Verona’s claim to the throne was only though coin. Lord Spike Kane, or as people knew him on the battlefield, the God of Chaos, wanted to take the throne, and the realm. Afraid of no man, he was either insane with a death wish, or truly one of the greatest warriors of the realm.
He felt the soft cheek of his wife, pressing against his bare back. Growing up in the winter ice made a man hard, Xavier was able to stand in the weather wearing nothing but his pants. His eyes locked on the sky, his mind surging with thoughts.
“Dear…”
Cross removed his eyes, and turned them on her brilliant blues. She was the fairest lady in all the land. She was also as vicious as she was beautiful.
“Your thoughts are on the throne?”
Cross let out a soft sigh.
“My thoughts are with the realm. How much blood will Lord Kane shed to claim the seat? He is going to war against the most powerful army in the realm.”
“Not the strongest, the richest. The North holds the strongest army, under the strongest lord.”
She could always make him smile. His hand cupped her cheek, her face was so soft, as though the cold, nor their years together change her face. She was still the youthful, beautiful woman he had been wed so long ago.
“You give me too much credit. I could unite the North...I could…”
His thoughts trailed again, Zelda had urged Xavier to rally the North, and take back the throne for her brother, but the fact was. King Knite wasn’t the best king. He was a leader of men, not a ruler of the realm. The fact is, the Realm’s financial status had increased, though in the North, things didn’t change based off of what was happening the South. This was Cross’s territory.
“Why won’t you...If not take the throne for Adam, take it for yourself. You’d be a great king.”
She knew how to perk his confidence, as well as other things. He kissed her head softly.
“My lady had ambitions of being a Queen? I no doubt that if these two sides go to war. The winner would be weak enough to overtake with little effort…”
The wheels in his head were turning….She leaned up, her black hair brushing against his chest as she found his lips.
The halls filled with silence, in the North Keep. Lord Cross sat on his throne, metal, twisted upwards. A bird, with it’s wings outstretched, covering a wolf. It was the seal of his house, originally just a wolf, after his adventure in the woods, the old god’s graced him with a spirit. Lord’s of various fealties to the North sat at the outstretched table. Sitting in silence, Cross was starring daggers through the center of the table, as though it was wild game.
“Lord Kane plans to meet Verona’s forces. He has Lord Diamond in tow, not a word came from the West from Lord Kane’s brother, Brad.”
Cross sighs, leaning forward.
“The Reckless One? I don’t see him getting meddled in affairs of the crown. He sits in the West, admiring the setting sun…”
“Do not underestimate Brad Kane my fellows. I was once his squire. He is as brilliant as he is dangerous.”
Cross smiled a bit, before he took lordship of the North, before he ran wild. Cross squired under Lord Brad Kane, who took his title a little young. But young Xavier looked up to the man, just a few years older than himself. They referred to him as the reckless one. His tactics were insane, but oddly seemed to work with great effect.
“We should unite with Lord Kane, and make the march. He marched during Adam’s Rebellion.”
Cross turns his attention, his own squire, young Ryan Blade, a bastard Cross took a liking to. He had been a Blacksmith apprentice, the guards caught him wielding a blade, with great effect. He was brought in front of Cross. The normal act would be to remove a hand. But Xavier refused to take his craft from the boy, and asked him to show him his sword skills. Blade demonstrated great skill, a natural talent for the sword.
“I know my young squire. Aligning with Spike would easily win him the crown...However, what do we have to gain from a squabble over a chair? Of a title. Why shed the blood of my men, my people, over their ego match? They want to kill each other. I say let them. Winter is approaching m’boy. We need to prepare.”
This didn’t seem to set well with the Young Blade, Cross was curious, as the young squire removed himself, some of the Lord’s laughing.
“Though. I expect if I raise my banners. The North will rise together.”
“The Wolves hunt in packs.”
The lords spoke together, which brought a small smile to Xavier’s face as he stood. Exiting the room.
The hall was empty, he wanted to go to the God’s Pine to pray, to think about the situation. But his footsteps were cut short.
The voice was familiar, the dagger was not.
The warmth of the blood dripping down his back, his body felt colder.
The sound of footsteps fleeing, as his knees his the ground.
Was this death’s cold embrace?
The greatest of warriors resided in the North. However, the sparks of war were about to turn into a wild fire. Verona’s claim to the throne was only though coin. Lord Spike Kane, or as people knew him on the battlefield, the God of Chaos, wanted to take the throne, and the realm. Afraid of no man, he was either insane with a death wish, or truly one of the greatest warriors of the realm.
He felt the soft cheek of his wife, pressing against his bare back. Growing up in the winter ice made a man hard, Xavier was able to stand in the weather wearing nothing but his pants. His eyes locked on the sky, his mind surging with thoughts.
“Dear…”
Cross removed his eyes, and turned them on her brilliant blues. She was the fairest lady in all the land. She was also as vicious as she was beautiful.
“Your thoughts are on the throne?”
Cross let out a soft sigh.
“My thoughts are with the realm. How much blood will Lord Kane shed to claim the seat? He is going to war against the most powerful army in the realm.”
“Not the strongest, the richest. The North holds the strongest army, under the strongest lord.”
She could always make him smile. His hand cupped her cheek, her face was so soft, as though the cold, nor their years together change her face. She was still the youthful, beautiful woman he had been wed so long ago.
“You give me too much credit. I could unite the North...I could…”
His thoughts trailed again, Zelda had urged Xavier to rally the North, and take back the throne for her brother, but the fact was. King Knite wasn’t the best king. He was a leader of men, not a ruler of the realm. The fact is, the Realm’s financial status had increased, though in the North, things didn’t change based off of what was happening the South. This was Cross’s territory.
“Why won’t you...If not take the throne for Adam, take it for yourself. You’d be a great king.”
She knew how to perk his confidence, as well as other things. He kissed her head softly.
“My lady had ambitions of being a Queen? I no doubt that if these two sides go to war. The winner would be weak enough to overtake with little effort…”
The wheels in his head were turning….She leaned up, her black hair brushing against his chest as she found his lips.
******
Born of Iron, forged in the Flames of the Phoenix.
The most dangerous.
The strongest.
The MOST BAD ASS TEAM TO GRACE THE STAGE.
I give you Xavier Cross
and
Ryan Blade
Superman and Batman motherlovers.
The man of steel himself! What can I say about this kid. He’s been on a roll, unstoppable since he stepped in the squared battlefield. This kid is one of the brightest talents I have ever seen, and he shows it night in and out. He’s a robot in the gym, he’s a monster in the ring. He’s unstoppable.
Combine that with me
The slayer of giants, everything Xander threw at me, I picked myself up. Let the blood dry, the bruises fade, the pain subside. I still stepped in that ring, I never backed down from him, or Lex, or any of the Juggs.
Nor will I back down from The Empire.
Another power hungry motherfucker. You know Spike, people usually learn from history. You and I took the the super power out. But what do you do, you get that imperial strap around your waist and you realize that you’re a god damn coward.
You need to surround yourself with shields. Bodies to take blows, people to watch you back. Because you’re afraid.
It’s sad that so far, Joe Everyman has been the only noble freakin champion. But of course, he gets rag dolled week in and out, over Verona’s pathetic grudge. And while our Savior Verona is so focused on punishing Joe. We let rats like you infest.
I thought you were different Spike. How many times did we have to save each other. I had your back. I was ready to get in that ring whenever you got jumped.
But here I am, I shouldn’t be shocked. But I am.
You’re just another rat.
Looks like Blade and I are going to have to exterminate you.
and Rob?
Should I go on a rant?
No. No, you’re not even worth it. Spike, shocks me, but yours. Your’s hurts Rob. I counted you a friend. I thought I could trust you. Then you do this.
At least I got Ryan. My mentee, my friend.
I can trust him.
*****
The halls filled with silence, in the North Keep. Lord Cross sat on his throne, metal, twisted upwards. A bird, with it’s wings outstretched, covering a wolf. It was the seal of his house, originally just a wolf, after his adventure in the woods, the old god’s graced him with a spirit. Lord’s of various fealties to the North sat at the outstretched table. Sitting in silence, Cross was starring daggers through the center of the table, as though it was wild game.
“Lord Kane plans to meet Verona’s forces. He has Lord Diamond in tow, not a word came from the West from Lord Kane’s brother, Brad.”
Cross sighs, leaning forward.
“The Reckless One? I don’t see him getting meddled in affairs of the crown. He sits in the West, admiring the setting sun…”
“Do not underestimate Brad Kane my fellows. I was once his squire. He is as brilliant as he is dangerous.”
Cross smiled a bit, before he took lordship of the North, before he ran wild. Cross squired under Lord Brad Kane, who took his title a little young. But young Xavier looked up to the man, just a few years older than himself. They referred to him as the reckless one. His tactics were insane, but oddly seemed to work with great effect.
“We should unite with Lord Kane, and make the march. He marched during Adam’s Rebellion.”
Cross turns his attention, his own squire, young Ryan Blade, a bastard Cross took a liking to. He had been a Blacksmith apprentice, the guards caught him wielding a blade, with great effect. He was brought in front of Cross. The normal act would be to remove a hand. But Xavier refused to take his craft from the boy, and asked him to show him his sword skills. Blade demonstrated great skill, a natural talent for the sword.
“I know my young squire. Aligning with Spike would easily win him the crown...However, what do we have to gain from a squabble over a chair? Of a title. Why shed the blood of my men, my people, over their ego match? They want to kill each other. I say let them. Winter is approaching m’boy. We need to prepare.”
This didn’t seem to set well with the Young Blade, Cross was curious, as the young squire removed himself, some of the Lord’s laughing.
“Though. I expect if I raise my banners. The North will rise together.”
“The Wolves hunt in packs.”
The lords spoke together, which brought a small smile to Xavier’s face as he stood. Exiting the room.
The hall was empty, he wanted to go to the God’s Pine to pray, to think about the situation. But his footsteps were cut short.
The voice was familiar, the dagger was not.
“Goodbye.”
The warmth of the blood dripping down his back, his body felt colder.
The sound of footsteps fleeing, as his knees his the ground.
Was this death’s cold embrace?
Well howdy there pardner.