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PostPosted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:00 am Post subject: Imryrr Armunn....A Work In Progress Reply with quote

(Still Under Construction. I'll Add To It As The Mood Hits Me)

Imryrr Armunn rode fast and hard. Her stallion snorting, and it's hooves tearing at the earth as he went. Well trained warhorses were feared in this part of the young kingdoms. Most people in this scrubland had never even seen a horse of any kind. She used that to her advantage. Horses may be scarce here but brigands weren't. Though she was certainly capable of holding her own in a battle, the brigands here tended to travel in large bands as they were known to attack small villages.

Finding a small outcrop of trees and brush, she slowed her steed and surveyed the area carefully. With no sign of danger, she dismounted and patted her horse softly..a signal for it to rest. Without that signal, the warhorse would stand steady and alert, ready for battle. The horse, Neros, had been a gift from her father, and was the second best in the Armunn stables. Warhorses were unique. They would obey only one master in it's whole life and were powerful fighters either mounted or riderless. They were swift, strong, and conditioned to go long periods in heavy armor. Some were known to even sense their master's moods and obey a small finger given or verbal command. Neros, was never fully at rest when he was away from his home. That was probaby because Imryrr was the same. Her normal mannerisms were precise and steady. She was naturally stoic and confident, yet ready for combat. She felt more comfortable in hard body armor than she did in gowns. If there were some social function she was expected to attend, she would choose to wear her Dark Order robes over the armor, to give some semblance of cordiality. Her obsidian armor that she now wore was a sight to behold. It shined a deep oily black hue. On her upper shoulders were black spikes, the stomach, elbow, and thigh sections were of a black obsidian mesh for ease of movement. Her helm was a near full-face helm. A T-shaped slit in the front for her eyes and nose and a high crest with black horsehair on top for artistic flair was the norm for a Dark Order helm, though any artwork or additions such as horns or spikes were up to each individual. Imryrr chose this basic look. With her height and the way she carried herself, she didn't need ornaments to look imposing.

Giving a final look around, Imryrr pulled off her helm, allowing her thick, long black hair to blow in the hot wind. Setting it down on a large rock nearby, she went to Neros and began unstrapping his saddle. He snorted at this gesture as if in relief before going back to the sparce grass to graze. She removed her large shield and leaned it against the same large rock, then stretched her back, bending backwards. Yawning, she looked up at the sky. Her white on white eyes squinted at the brightness of the sun. Those eyes had been the cause of much harrassment at her expense when she was a very young child. Her eyes scared the average person. They thought them, unnatural. Some thought her to be of the undead persuasion. They were wrong. Her eyes were simply a strange color pigment thought to be caused by the herbs the old witch, Juju had given her mother when whe was giving birth to Imryrr. Lady Armunn had almost lost Imryrr during a harsh lightning storm. If not for Juju's herbs and magic, she would have miscarried and possibly died. Fortunatly for everyone involved, things turned out fine. A few have tried to sum Imryrr up in few words, but she was a complicated individual. Her sometimes, two dimensional thinking made her stubborn, but she also had the ability of intricate calculating thought that had proven handy in the past when planning for battle. She had a patience for handling politics that her mother lacked, but had no patience for constant political ramblings that accomplished nothing. But boardrooms were not her chosen haunts. It was the battlefield that called to her soul. The sweat, the blood, the battlecries of comrades. Knowing that your life could be wiped out with the swing of a blade was a glorious thrill that she hungered for.

She was no assassin. To her, assassins were cowards, not warriors but she would utilize them in a political plot if she felt they were needed. That was one of several things she and her legendary father disagreed upon. He had no taste for the use of assassins. Her goal was normally his goal. He was not only her father, but the father, the founder of the Dark Order. An army of men and women soldiers that fought with honor. Cutting down any and all who opposed them in their fight to bring order to the realm. They sought power, honor and glory through battle. The Dark Order's goal was her father's goal, and it was Imryrr's goal. The methods of how to attain those goals were sometimes the subject of disputes between father and daughter. At the end of every argument, it was her father's words that decided. Her father's words that commanded. She was his daughter, so he allowed her to question him and he listened when she advised. He had trained her himself in military tactics and she socialized more amongst the soldiers than he did. Lord Armunn knew his daughter well. He knew she was highly intelligent, and appeared patient most of the time. But she was also quick tempered, stubborn, and took offense easily. He would think upon her words when it came to the Dark Order and balance them out. In most other matters, family business, or even Imryrr's own personal life, Tarothin was not so diplomatic. From his food, to whom his daughter was allowed to see, he was "bossy" as Imryrr's mother was fond of saying. He was a possessive and protective man. And, like some fathers, he was overly so when it came to his daughter and men. Imryrr had learned this early in life when she had decided it was time to give up her virginity because she did not want the soldiers thinking her weak and soft. She was at an age when she was both finding herself and trying to prove herself. Her teenage years. Having to confront an overprotective father for most boys was nervewracking enough, but when the girl's father is an evil lord who also happens to turn into a large, angry beast, well, Imryrr had her difficulty finding a willing subject to help her with her virginity issue. Most boys had run away, terrified. She was not very skilled in the more feminine talents. She did not flirt. She demanded. Having only one childhood friend her age, Lazie Bone, and he being a squire in the Dark Order, Imryrr decided that he would help and so she commanded him. He'd been put inbetween a rock and a hard place. He was indeed attracted to his friend, but she was his guildleader's daughter. She told him she outranked him. He didn't want to disobey a command. That meant death in some cases. Neither did he want to get in trouble with Lord Armunn. Imryrr understood his dilemma and so, she had taken matters into her own hands and used force to make him submit. She thought nothing of it the day after. The act had been in private. Neither of them would have to worry about her father's anger. However, Lord Armunn had indeed found out and was furious for the dishonorable deed done under his very roof. He called the boy to the throne to stand before him during a meeting of the Order, and punished him in front of everyone. Lazie Bone tried to lie to protect Imryrr, but was found out. Tarothin let his claws and a lashing be his warning, both for the lie and the deed itself. The boy barely survived and was scarred for life. Imryrr was humiliated. It was the first time she had ever angered her father, but worse for her, it was the first time she felt as if she'd failed him. In her youth, the most important thing to Imryrr was her father's approval, to make him proud of her. To teenage Imryrr, it was a world-ending event.

Her relationship with her father during her teen years was tumultuous and tense. By this time she had a chip on her shoulder and an ego that almost matched her father's. Unlike everyone else, Tarothin did not walk on eggshells around her, nor was he intimidated by her violent temper. Afterall, she'd gotten it from him. If anything, he sometimes goaded her inconspicuously, purposefully pushing her buttons and gaging her response. His wife was not the only one in the family who could manipulate. He was a master at the craft. He had to be. His tactics were not for war in this, nor for mere amusement, though it would sometimes amuse him, it was to teach Imryrr several things and to show her her weaknesses without blantantly offending her. He had no wish to hurt his daughter, but he was cruel when it was called for. Those that questioned privately Lord Armunn's parenting thought Tarothin spoiled her too much while others thought he terrorized her. But, truth be known, no one could have done a better job than he raising Imryrr. In a sense, Lord Armunn raised her almost totally alone because Imryrr chose to all but ignore her mother's existance as she thought, at the time, her mother was weak and foolish.

Even before all that, by the human age equivilent to nine years old**, Imryrr, who enjoyed the game of chess, had a difficult time of finding adults she couldn't beat at the game. She had already begun suggesting tactical manuevers for battles. But, she was still rough around the edges and not yet capable of seeing the bigger picture of things. Tarothin took her under his wing and taught her. If she were quiet and didn't get in the way, she was allowed to follow him almost everywhere to observe and learn, even to important meetings between guildleaders. A function that children were not normally allowed to be permitted to. Her very presence at the meeting seemed to offend a few, but, since her father didn't care, neither did she; in fact, she secretly took pleasure in the fact that she could so easily unnerve them. So very young, she hung on his every word, copied his every move. She even grew up shadowing his movements during troop inspections and trainings when she was very little. The brothers all thought this amusing. The sisters thought it endearing. And Tarothin found he did not mind being adored by his little daughter.

But, little daughters grow up to be women, and now, Imryrr, in her early twenties**, was just over six feet tall, with a hard and slightly slim figure. Strong in mind and body, she'd grown to still share her father's dream for the Dark Order but had become her own person. She was a dedicated soldier. A tactical engineer. She was beginning to earn respect instead of demanding it. It had been a long and hard lesson, but one her father had taught her well. Her teacher now would be experience. After the collapse of the Dark Order empire, Imryrr blamed herself, as her father blamed himself in some ways. She'd struggled with the failure for months but instead of letting it destroy her inside, she did an abrupt about-face and changed tactics. While her father battled to regain who he once was before the daemon, Imryrr was discovering who she was. With her father's ego, stubborness, and lust for power and glory, she was learning hard lessons that only life itself can teach. Soon, when she felt ready and not just impatient, she would find a guild in need of an honorable soldier and fight with them. On the far off horizon however, Imryrr's goal was the Dark Order. To rebuild it, to make it glorious, to make it the death machine that would make the world tremble to their knees bringing Order to all the lands. But for now, there was much work to be done on herself, many years before she would feel worthy enough to even attempt it. But attempt it she will, and, according to her total belief....she will succeed.

** Her age is hard to determine. Crossing the lines of realms as Ditto has, especially during pregnancy, caused Imryrr to experience rapid aging. As she grew older, this slowed. Currently she seems to be aging at normal Human rate, but it is unknown if her aging will continue to slow or to increase. Or what effects traversing between realms continues to have on her. Estimates of her age are compared to Human because that is the race she most takes after. Age estimates are also done almost completely based on her overall looks. Intelligence observations to determine age are moot since it was showed she possessed adult level thought processes by the "age" of nine. **
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(1)~ The Little Package ~ Written By: Geoff & Ody (Tarothin & Ditto)
(2)~ Deception Through Truth. The Darker Side of Honor.~ Written By: Geoff (Tarothin)



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Captain Noah Hafford paced up and down the plank of his ship, glancing up every now and then at the sun lowering in the sky. 'Where were they?' He had done as Ditto's message instructed. The port destination had been changed and he had gotten his vessel and the Armunn package here safely enough. Lord Armunn or someone from his court should have arrived hours ago.
Noah turned his attention to scan the deck of his ship and spied a small, robed figure sitting crosslegged on the ground, staring at him. Even now, he found it hard to believe all the trouble and damage she had caused him. An attack on his ship before they even left the Ancient Sea, odd storms that seem to follow them, knocking them off course, the first mate's pet bird she had strangled, the assassin that killed one of her guards and later he suspected she was responcible for the death of her other guard. The fire in the galley when she had thrown a lantern at his feet. Noah shook his head. No. She had to go and she had to go now. He made his way up the plank and walked passed the sitting child to go to his quarters and write a message to Lord Armunn.

The little girl watched as the captain made his way below deck and then turned her small face back in the direction of the plank. She could see the road from here and continued to sit as she waited, wondering if her mother had forgotten to tell her father they weren't docking in DarkCove as planned. Would he even recognize her? He had seen her a month ago in his time, but for her, a year had passed and Imryrr's aging was still being affected by the energy storm that had engulfed their island the day she was born. To her parents, they would have remembered her looking four or five at the most. But now, she had grown to the equivalent of a seven year old. Her hair was all pink then. Now it was mostly black with only a hint of pink along the edges. Her eyes were an icy blue so light they looked almost white at times, yet could darken to black according to her mood. She took delight in the way her eyes frightened the average passerby if they glanced either the whiteness or the blackness. Her father would have to remember at least her eyes. Her lips were pouty like her mothers and this was a feature she detested. She never pouted, she'd told herself. Almost never. Thankfully she inherited the rest of her looks from her human parent and could easily pass for one with little trouble, but for the eyes.

Noah emerged on deck with a satisfied expression. "Alright, young lady, lets go."
Imryrr stood up and quickly possitioned herself infront of the captain to walk ahead of him. Noah stopped abruptly and waited. Halfway down the plank, Imryrr stopped and looked back at him.
"You know..for a smartass brat, your really not too 'smart'." He said with a grin.
Imryrr tilted her head to the side as if in question and waited for him to explain.
Noah continued, "In all your haste to be the 'first' one, and not lowering your high and mighty status by walking behind me, you fail to take in the fact that there could be an ambush..an assassin..laying in wait for you. That..and the fact that you don't know where we're headed."

An hour later, Imryrr stood on the edge of the dockway alone, while Captain Hafford went inside the nearby tavern. A stranger on horseback approached and stopped infront of the hooded girl. She looked up but didn't recognize the helm. Nothing about him gave any indication he might be one of her father's men. The man seemed to be scanning the docks for someone or something, yet his close proximity to her and his weapon nearby gave her pause. As some form of precaution, little Imryrr readied her own weapon for possible attack.
The strange soldier asked about a package. She knew of no package and informed him she didn't work on the docks and that he should ask an adult. The man seemed impatiently annoyed and spoke under his breath just loud enough for her to catch a name.
"Damn Tarothin.." And the stranger began riding the docks in search of something.
At hearing her father's name, Imryrr chased after the man. Once she reached him, she told him that Tarothin Armunn was her father. The soldier looking man seemed a bit surprised and surmised that the "package" must be the young girl in front of him. As he was making the polite offer to take her to her father, Imryrr was telling him she would allow him to guard her and escort her to him.
Nazralte chuckled and they left together to find her father, Lord Armunn.

Upon arriving at the training grounds, Nazralte wisely instructing her to walk along the edges of the mock battlefield. Imryrr did so and when they reached a shaded area of wounded soldiers, she scanned the area for her father.
Many of the men were tall, and some wore the familiar D|O emblem, like he did, yet even standing on tiptoe, a four foot little girl can only see so much. He came up from the side and Nazralte's turning to face him, caught her attention and she too turned. As Nazralte spoke to the tall D|O soldier, Imryrr walked up to stand in front of him. Her small face tilted straight up as her father, the Dark Knight, towered over her. She wanted to smile at seeing him, yet didn't want to appear foolish, so she steeled her expression.
Tarothin, still was not exactly sure who she might be, since the last he'd seen of his daughter, she was just exiting the toddler stage, and this child was completely covered in a hooded robe. He reached out a hand and removed the hood from her head. When he looked into her face, there was instant recognition.
"Hello father"
Though he was slightly shocked at how much his "little one" had grown, Tarothin smiled down at his daughter.
Imryrr was almost overcome by wanting to hug him, yet held the urge in check for fear of embarrassing him in front of his men. Instead, she stood straight and listened to every word he spoke. Apparently, he thought he was expecting an actual package, and not his own daughter. He seemed pleased that Ditto had changed the docking plans so that she would arrive here instead of DarkCove, and said it was clever of her. Imryrr however, doubted how clever her mother was since she hadn't told him that he was expecting his own child.

She spent the rest of the afternoon watching her father train with the others and did some training of her own on the local wildlife. When Tarothin stood to critique the day's training and gave his speeches, he picked up a shadow as Imryrr stood behind him. She watched his every movement and listened to every word carefully. She followed closely behind him when he traveled to what would be her new home in DarkCove, mimicking the way he carried himself. She even followed him inside the dinning room of Armunn Keep when he was to have a private meeting with a man she later heard him call, Porthos. Imryrr had climbed up onto the large stone chair, with her feet dangling from the edge. She looked between the two men as they spoke, but said nothing. Only sitting quietly and politely with her hands placed in her lap, listening intently and taking in everything said.
She was very pleased with herself at one point of "their" important meeting when they were interrupted by someone she thought at first to be a servant, and chased him from the door, thereby painfully realizing the man was no servant, but a D|O soldier. She had gone after the man with her kryuss, but Sir Beowulf easily struck the child down. A dazed Imryrr checked her wounds and congratulated Beowulf on a fight well fought and went back inside to rejoin the meeting. The little Armunn miss sat in the stone chair, holding her injured arm, yet inside she felt proud of herself. She may not have won the fight against him, but just having had the oppurtunity to cross blades with a Dark Order soldier, seemed to carry it's own honor.

After the meeting, Imryrr, sore and tired, tried not to yawn. The afternoon and evening had been exciting and she still had yet to see the rest of the keep. She asked her father a question regarding Honor. Tarothin smiled, seemingly pleased of her question and was more than willing to answer her. She listened yet his answer seemed confusing and disturbing. It seemed to contradict a lesson in tactics she'd learned, so Tarothin explained a bit further as he took her upstairs to show her to where she could sleep for the night until a more permanent room could be readied. Imryrr thought of her father's study on the tiny island in the Young Kingdoms and how she had often gone downstairs in the middle of the night to study maps and would fall asleep in his comfortable chair. When she inquired if he had a room such as that here, in her new home, Tarothin showed her inside his study. The young girl was amazed. Hundreds of books lined the shelves. Very detailed maps graced his desk, and in it's place was a particular map hosting an array of chess pieces. The chair at the desk looked enormous to the small girl and very comfortable. Imryrr held back another yawn when she asked her father for his permission to sleep there tonight. Lord Armunn gave a small chuckle and his permission, and then left to put himself to bed.
That night, she stared at the 'chess map' until her head lowered and the 'little exhausted package' fell asleep.




Later that night after everyone was well asleep except a few servants. Tarothin slipped into his study to ponder about that night.

The night went very well. Better then expected. At first he thought that things would...soon be...not where he wanted to say the least.

He had met with an important piece on the board. New options are now seen in his mind. Things that were at first looking close to a stalemate do to some unexpected moves, now...may yet have his ideal's of complete order shine through.

Every move now requires careful manuvering. And most of his hard work could have very well and still might, come spiraling down because of one simple thing.

A spy.

He smiles slightly. Something that was handled quite well. I had thought I would need resort to hard actions, but it never had to come to that.

Porthos carefully asked his questions. Questions on the information that he had recieved. And I in turn did the only thing I am honor bound to do.

I simply told him the truth. But...only enough of the truth to put him at ease.

He smiled again after reaching over the sleeping form of his daughter to move a piece on the board. So intelligent for her age. Asking me about my reasoning on doing so, and the tactics involved.

That is not the ways of honor that I was taught she said. I simply replied that it is the...darker side of honor. Honor bound into telling always the truth...but not necessarily the whole truth. One must be more specific with their questions if they wish more.

And so, the slight glitch in plans...was put to rest....for that day at least.

Now...taking his hand off the piece after it was moved to brush it over her dark hair. She mumbled in her sleep something about gutting if the hand was not removed from her head. Couldn't help but smile at that. Definatly his child.

He knew that time moves much quicker in the Ditto's homeland then it does here...but already Seven years old? Surprising that she wanted to come here...or people wished her hear when his son was still over there training. Still very young she is. It was indeed a shock to see her at the training grounds when Nazralte did me the favor on picking up what I thought to be...well...anything but a person.

I will train her over here then. In tactics, politics and weapon skill. For it seems they failed to teach her many things and the multiple sides of the same thing...A very intelligent girl she is...

The days ahead will be more interesting indeed....

Smiling at his daughter's sleeping form before then walking out of the study.


Originally Posted by Tarothin Armunn (Oct 7th 2004) Crossroads Tavern, ARPC
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