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Radriar sat in the village tavern. It wasnt much in honestly but the booze was cheap and it was warm enough despit the conditions outside. He had no real responsibility with the army. He was mostly along for the ride, but due to more or less recent events he was a monster in the eyes of men. He scowled at the thought and downed another shot. Signalling to keep them coming. He had thought he might have found some friends in the land but unfortunately the Princes and her seven knights slipped away. Off to do their duty. Or so he presumed.

Radriar Put both of his hands on his head and locked them behind his neck as he hid his face in shadow. He couldnt stop thinking about his time as a War-Master. A dark point in his life where he served as a heartless killer for his people. Slaughtering without regard. Destroying without regret. He could feel the darkness of that time creeping back into him. Would he become that again? Someone who fought because he enjoyed it? Killed because he was told to? He shivered at the thought and drank more deeply this time.

Myvillion sighed, trudging off to the Northern Hunter's camp. It would be no use- the thoughts of the army swarming in his head. He needed something to distract him, and of course, his only coping skill was hunting. Lennox had her way of dealing with this, and he knew bothering her wouldn't help.

The former prince didn't bother taking his horse, only his bow and quiver of a variety of arrows. He walked about in an angry trance, shooting down any creature he could find. Once out of it though, Myv realized he was quiet deep into the forest. This fact didn't worry him, he was an excellent tracker and would be able to find his way back.. But something in the air made him stop. There was a force lurking close by, one that felt all too familiar.

(Raz. Raz? I can't remember the characters name but I think that was his brother.)

Razylym!

Razylym, moving quite silently despite being large and clad in heavy armor, spotted Myvillion from all this distance. You recognized someone's mannerisms after growing up with that. He was approaching his brother from behind, "Myvilion." The name tasted like poison in his mouth. He had done everything short of completely abandoning the kingdom to aid the rival kingdom.

Myvillion froze instantly. His mind didn't need a moment to process what was happening, or who it was, he simply knew.
"Stay back," he warned Razylym dangerously, an arrow ready in his bow within a few seconds, "This doesn't have to get ugly.. I-I'll leave."
The hunter, who was almost notably shaking, began stepping back, trying to distance himself from the man. His grip on the bow didn't waver, the arrow still pointed at Razylym's chest.

(Get hyped y'all. Get hyped!)

Razylym chuckled, his armor was too thick for a simple arrow to pierce, besides Myvillion was full of fear. "If you can still walk after I'm finished with you," he said and drew his sword, "tell your friends that winter is coming that the North cannout be stopped."

Adjusting his fingers, Myvillion stared at Razylym. He knew his brother would defeat him- the younger prince didn't know much swordmanship beside the fact that Raz was better.
"If your intent is to capture me then so be it, but the Capital Army is not a threat to you right now. They barely know you're here. Would it not benefit you to take me and say nothing?"
Myvillion wouldn't go without a fight, both of them knew this, but he would prefer there to be as little factors in the fight as possible.
'Besides," he started again with a sad chuckle, "They don't care for me enough to come find me.. They don't know who I used to be. They would as easily kill me as they would leave me behind."
His fingers slipped, the arrow shooting at Razylym, but almost completely missing, flying his far left. Myvillion was much more terrified than he thought he was. The white feathered arrow flew far into the trees, the wind picking up as it left.
~
-Elsewhere-
A pair of Myvillion's men approached Zygax, one bringing a small wooden wagon with them.
"Ser Zygax? We have terrible news.. The Aora twins, our best trappers, were found dead.. We looked them over and concluded it was Northern soldiers.."

"You seem a little rusty with your bow nowadays," Razylym joked, knowing his bullying comments were probably something Myv was used to by now. "No, Myvillion. They will be a threat when we pillage the village you are staying in." He flashed a sadistic smile. "And they will all die."

Zygax nodded, "That is terrible news. Have your men stay in the village until we can sort this out." He walked off to find his love, Lennox. "Lennox, the Northern Kingdom is apparently making its presence felt. Two hunters were killed." He sighed deeply, knowing she'd be very angry, "We should stay in the village and be defensive."

"Ser, uhh, may I also say that, we've received word from Myvillion. He sent an arrow with a message stating.. Well.."
The second man finished for him.
"He's encountered the forces himself, and he will take the suicide mission of distracting them. He.. intends on giving himself up to let us escape."
~
"I've actually gotten better since I left.. I never would have thrived in the castle walls like I did outside them."
Myvillion took a different arrow, one much thicker than the last. He frowned, placing it on the string and pulling it back.
"I don't care whether the army lives or dies," he lied, but a dark tone hid the false words, "All that matters to me is that my men get a chance at living."
This time the arrow he released aimed for its intended target, fly straight for a weaker part in the armor.

Razylym watched as the arrow embed itself into his skin, "It isn't poisoned, is it?" It was a semi real concern as he snapped the extruding part of the arrow off so he could move a little more freely. He rushed towards his brother, as bows weren't much use at a closer range. He moved swiftly to try to bash Myvillion in nose with the hilt of blade. Clearly, he didn't want to kill him.

Oh yeah, I'm also Zygax.

"We are not retreating," Zygax told the hunters. He would not leave this village unprotected and would die defending it. "You run, I shall stay."

Myvillion grinned.
"I'll let you figure that one out later."
The hunter also ran towards Razylym, but with a different plan in mind. As he approached his brother, Myv threw the bow between his legs, followed by himself in order to dodge the swing. As soon as he could, he picked up his bow again, taking another thick arrow from his quiver, and shot it at Raz's lower back.
~
The hunters huffed.
"So be it. We can try and evacuate some of the villagers to a safer place with us if you would like.."

(Totally forgot I was King Malsvir on this thread woops)

Zygax nodded, "Good idea." He couldn't really believe the hunters were fleeing.

Razylym groaned, turning to face his brother again. He reached behind himself to break the second arrow. He was growing more and more angry by the second. "Don't make me really hurt you, Myvillion." He decided his best bet was to play defensively, he hunched over slightly, so the plates of his armor would close more tightly. He slowly took side-steps towards his younger brother, waiting to pounce.

"Oh what does it matter?" Myvillion hissed, shooting into a standing position.
"We're not kids anymore Razylym. I can take a hit, as I would expect you to as well."
Myvillion one the armor wouldn't give for his arrows this time.
"Why can't you just leave me be? Its been hundreds of years and you've continued despite my absence."

"I just do as I'm told!" Razylym did some sort of mercenary work for the North, despite it being ran MY his father, whom he disliked. However, he had steady income and basically run of the kingdom within certain specifications. Don't murder anyone openly, don't get hammer publicly, blah blah blah. "Let them die and you can come home!"

"Well maybe I don't want to come home!"
Myvillion's hands were shaking far to much to shoot. Even if he tried, he would end up hurting only himself.
"Maybe I want to live the life I have carved out for myself without a royal title.. Razylym please just let me leave.. Father doesn't have to know about this.. You can pretend I don't exist like you used to when we were younger, and I can try and forget the fact that my family, the people who raised me, are all warlords who conquer others territory and slaughter their citizens.."
The prince was slowly breaking down, his confidence crumbling. Tears formed in his eyes.
"And.. And I don't want to be a part of that.. Don't make me.. Please don't make me.."
~
The hunters disappeared into the city, calling out to the people. They were clearly intent on keeping their unofficial promise to help.

"I have to," Razylym said sadly, although not with much remorse. He did love his brother, but he had to bring him back. It was really his first duty on this little mission. "You have to come with me, and I don't want to fight you." Razylym had forgotten Myvillion's skills, and the arrows still in his torso were testaments to that. If they fought, someone would get hurt much worse than needed. "Just come with me."

Myvillion, in his sadness, took another arrow from his quiver.
"No.. I'm.. I'm not going with you Raz.. The only way you'll get me back in the castle is bloody and broken."
The wind picked up behind him, which gave the arrow a bit more power in his strike.

(Lol short for the kind of shorter post I'm watching Brave cause y'know, bows n' arrows)

The arrow glanced off Razylym's armor, and he was approaching Myvillion quickly, trying to make his bow useless. He lunged at him again, but this time aiming to slice at his arm with his blade.

The sword split open his arm, but didnt cut off due to Myvillion trying back away. He hissed in pain, taking his bow in his hands tightly. Like a club, Myvillion used his bow to hit Raz, which really didnt do much but distract. Myv certainly has gotten stronger since he left, and could swing well, but right now, he was desperate, and was only thinking like that of an animal.

Razylym and a Northern force are after Myvillion and everyone who is aiding him!

Zygax is suggesting ideas to Lennox (if you go up a little)

Razylym was more confused than hurt by the use of a bow as a blunt. He dropped his sword upon realizing he shouldn't be aiming to maime Myvillion with it. You lashed out a Myvillion with an ironclad fist. He knew if he could keep it in close proximity, he would win. He was bigger and stronger than Myvillion, but if he allowed Myvillion to hold a distance, he could easily dodge and jump in and out to land strikes. Not that they would do much against his armor.