Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160102174454/@comment-25418438-20160109125631

Sitting in his throne room, Emeric sighed. "I wonder whether one Kingdom really justifies the forsaking of every last bit of honor and integrity I possessed prior to my reign."

Tiberius, the only other person in the room smirked. "I'd say trading an inch of honor for the throne of Shornhelm is more than a good bargain."

Emeric laughed as the doors to the throne room opened to two Phoenix Guard members flanking a tall solidly built Breton in iron shackles.

"My Liege, this man was found gutting one of the city guard with this thuggish Eastern bastard sword." The Knight uttered as he shoved the blade into the King's line of sight.

"And why have you brought him to your King... have off with his head and be done with it, you incompetant fools." Tiberius responded.

"With respect sir it is customary in times of war to hang criminals and deserters in the public square to bolster morale of the peasants."

Emeric raised his hand to order silence and began to talk. "What is your name prisoner?"

"Vos, Tanis Vos" the prisoner replied.

"Tanis Vos huh, I read a memorandum some years ago in regards to your escape from an Imperial patrol carrying war criminals to Cidhna Mine"

"Many have heard of my exploits, your Grace"

"Yes so it would seem."

"My King I have an idea as to how to remedy this situation." Tiberius said as he whispered the idea into Emeric's ear.

With a smirk on his face Emeric spoke. "Unshackle that man and hand him his sword, Sir".

The Knight looked annoyed but obeyed the order and proceeded to hand Vos his sword.

"Now Vos, if you wish to remain alive you must defeat these two Phoenix Knights, Sir Marcel De Voir and Sir Argent Cirel in a fight to the death."

The Knights stood in disbelief, Sir Argent raised his voice in frustration. "Your Grace I protest this ruling it is highly irregular in a time of wa....." Vos's sword pierced the unprotected neck of the Knight cutting him off mid sentence and killing him instantly.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Your arrogant criminal" Sir Marcel decreed as he donned his helmet and began to duel Vos.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The Knight swung wildly at the Breton's head but only succeeded in tiring himself out. Vos smirked as he conjured a firebolt from his hand and fired it at Marcel's face, forcing the Knight to stumble to the ground. From the ground De Voir swung wildly at Vos's feet, but the criminal simply blocked the blow with his sword and disarmed the Phoenix Knight with a sharp kick to his left hand.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Any last words?" Vos asked.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Mercy" Marcel replied.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Fair enough." Tanis said as he drove his sword through the visor of the Knight's helmet and straight through his skull.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Emeric clapped as Vos gave a mock bow. "How would you like to replace those two Knights you just killed?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Vos smirked "As long as the pay is good and I never run out of people to kill you have a deal, your Grace."