Accepted |
Summary: | The Marquise Rollo Tusca, scion of House Tusca and Lord Captain in the Templar order arrives to Four Corners to perform his duty. |
Date: | 3/4/1867 |
Related: | None/Forthcoming |
NPCs: | {$npc} |
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The Lord Captain of the Templar and Marquise of House Tusca of Rikton, Rollo Tusca, called by some to be God's Bloody Blade, read the letter sent him by Cardinal Teleko one more time. The man was a colossal ass, and an upturned nose head of a major house of Rikton. The Miltiary arm of his home nation, but no matter. While the Cardinal commanded a military hosue, he was no warrior, and he at this time, needed a Warrior of the church. Which was where he came in.
Tossing the letter over the railing of the Rikton Saint class ship, The Divine Hammer, Marquise Tusca strode off the large Rikton Warship to the docks of Four Corners. He did not stop, but held his hand out as his squire, a lad of no more than twelve, and found the familiar hilt of One's Breath in his hand. He drew the blade, and marveled at it's perfect sheen. The lad was credit to his house, and was given a nod of appreciation and praise.
Slamming the black blade back into it's sheathe he strode through the city of Four Corners. He in full Templar regalia, armor shining, Light Silver excrolled and highlighted with Rose Gold glinting in the bright spring sun. People moved out of the way when a Templar strode so purposfully, but in his case, the fled. He stopped before the manse of Al'Ramar, and two guards barred his path, "Sir Templar I can - "
The blade is drawn quickly, and the pommel slammed into the man's chest, collapsing the armor and making it difficult for him to breathe. The other man pulls out a Hand Cannon and discharges, but harmlessly into the ground as the Marquise grips the man's wrist. With a casual twist, he he takes the weapon, and then spins it to slam the but of the Hand Cannon into the side of the man's head. He dropped like a sack of wheat being tossed on the docks. Still breathing. Good. The man was innocent, and merely doing his job, but the Lord Captain had a job to do, as ordered by the Church. As given by God.
He strode to the front door, and drew his arming dagger, and quick and loving care, carved into the ancient wood three simple words:
"The Church Accepts."
He then turned and walked out, stopping by the man catching his breath, he knelt, and hands the man a coin purse. "Your compatriot is fine. I do not envy him the headache he will have when he awakes, but he will be fine. Take him, nad yourself to the Porpoise. See the barkeep and tell him Marquise Rollo Tusca sent you. Pay with these coins and he will see your night is well." He clasped the confused man trying to catch his breath on the shoulder. "The One be with you good ser."
Then he stood, and walked toward the Bastilla. There to await this Princess who dares to Challange the wrath of God.