LOGINLast Call was the twenty-four hours before Imperium would cut off contact with the entire world, shutting itself in to host The Table's Assembly.
For the very first time in Warlandian history, the Table's Assembly would symbolize peace instead of impending war. No country would be selected for war under the guise of friendship. Instead, the founding families of Warlanda would come together to pledge allegiance to the new queen of assassins and her campaign to put the Warlandian Wars to bed for good."You may not like your new found popularity, but that isn't stopping them from looking," said Kate, tauntingly swaying back and forth as she sipped on her glass of champagne. "Especially that puppy. Hey handsome," Kate purred, waving flirtatiously at the man across the room.Keira made a grab for Kate's hand, forcing it down before coming to her senses. She raised her ducked head and her eyes met with his across the room. The man chuckled, his cheeks coloringAaron had been so focused on telling Henry to fuck off, that he missed Emily showing up entirely. Turned out, Henry wasn't the last person Aaron wanted to see after all. "Very well," said Henry, turning to leave. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry Aaron. For everything I cost you. For everything you lost in my name. Whatever you think about my preferences about my children, you were my heir, Aaron. In many ways, you still are. I'm so proud of the way you carried yourself in the last six months. When even Troy couldn't interfere, you put everything aside to step up. You were every bit the king I always wanted you to be. Strong. Smart. Effective. Decisive. A born leader. I only came to tell you it's okay to have what's in that envelope. The crown won't force anything else on you, but if you want it, it's yours. Rest, my son. Be happy." With that, Henry walked away, leaving Aaron and Emily alone. "The fuck are you talking about? I'm about to
2021, August 29th(Venatores, Warlanda) (Aaron) Aaron stared solemnly out at the border between Venatores and Imperium. Not one month ago, fights were breaking out at this very border. People were angry. Madz's death. All the seat number 12s that fell before her and then Lilith and Kendall biting the bullet the way they did. It was enough to start rogue fights in Imperium and Venatores alike, destabilizing both cities. The problem was Venatores wasn't intervening. The House of Assassins was working overtime to try and contain the situation, but it didn't mean shit until Grayson, new Duke of Venatores, stepped up and addressed the matter formally. As matters stood, all Aaron could do was keep a vengeful, grief-stricken Grayson from declaring full out civil war against Imperium. Gone was the love sick Grayson who would do anything for Keira. In his place was a drunk with too much power suddenly thrust upon him. It was hard to believe th
2021, February 23rd(Venatorres, Warlanda)Keira was stealthily making her way through the familiar hallways of the Hunter residence, careful to keep to the shadows and go unnoticed until she happened upon an unexpected intruder. "I come in peace," said Sam Greene, his hands held up in surrender as Keira stuck a gun in his face. "I'm here to invoke rule number 99 and to help."Sam gestured behind him, where the armed guards of the residence awaited his command. "I hardly think clemency is the first thing on your mind. You released Madz's killer so that she would come after me," said Keira. "After Madz had my father killed to protect you. You can see how I might hold a grudge," said Sam in a controlled voice. "Duke Greene was hardly innocent," Keira countered. "Ancient history," Sam said with a shrug. "At present, we're sitting ducks if we don't keep moving. I put everything on the line to help you take the
Last Call was the twenty-four hours before Imperium would cut off contact with the entire world, shutting itself in to host The Table's Assembly.For the very first time in Warlandian history, the Table's Assembly would symbolize peace instead of impending war. No country would be selected for war under the guise of friendship. Instead, the founding families of Warlanda would come together to pledge allegiance to the new queen of assassins and her campaign to put the Warlandian Wars to bed for good. "You may not like your new found popularity, but that isn't stopping them from looking," said Kate, tauntingly swaying back and forth as she sipped on her glass of champagne. "Especially that puppy. Hey handsome," Kate purred, waving flirtatiously at the man across the room. Keira made a grab for Kate's hand, forcing it down before coming to her senses. She raised her ducked head and her eyes met with his across the room. The man chuckled, his cheeks coloring
After what she'd just done, no glory and honour sounded like a gift. But then it seemed that death was too good for the murderer she'd become. Instead she'd struggle with the knowledge that they'd all died because she took too long to do her job. The struggle would be a long one, she knew. Stay alive until I can come for you.These were the last words her oldest brother, Neil, had said to Keira before she entered the room. She'd promised him that she would. The person that she was then though didn't know she'd have the king of assassins' blood on her hands. From there, it was a hop, skip and a jump before she lost count of how many lives she had claimed. Valiantly on and on she continued, not knowing where the strength was coming from. No matter what, she had to make it home to Nathan, Neil and Katherine. She had to live to be the one to remember the first soldiers.Just as her body started challenging her resolve, the doors of the room flew ope
Ten years agoThe Eye of Imperium, Warlanda"His Majesty has agreed not to declare war on Sartis Est, but only on the condition that Duke Hunter agrees as well," Prince Troy spoke, his news greeted by frustrated sighs. "And this is the man we all call king," said General Madeline in a huff. "We have men, women and children dying by the thousands, even now post war. Warlanda cannot take another war. Not even with a country as small as Sartis Est.""My father, flawed as he is, is the least of my concerns. Duke Hunter is on the verge of consuming Warlanda, as he has many other nations," Prince Troy cried, desperately looking between the two women. Rising from her seat, Duchess Lilith took a turn about the room. Killian loved this place. Here men and women from over a hundred different countries sat and dined with him at his invitation, while he debated which of them to prey upon next. "And so you brought your problem to two women







