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The Barracks of the Shadow Tamer Corps (except the Black Order)
Shadow Tamer #656 Sat Dec 07, 2019 11:39 pm
Ten thin, square towers dominate the sky line of this massive castle and are connected by high, thick walls made of Polished Ebony Stone.
Stylish windows are scattered generously across the walls in an asymmetric pattern, along with same-sized holes for archers, snipers and artillery.
The Palace Road cuts through this imposing structure, the only way leading by land to the Palace of the Emperor himself. A great gate with thick metal portcullis and various artillery equipment guards the only easy way across the dug out moat, but it's not the only way in when you know the castle's secret passages.
Huge statues of heroes and Sultans/Emperor's past decorate the bridge outside, memories of the glories of the past. This castle shows signs of decay after being around for ages, but its inhabitants are determined to repair any weaknesses to make sure this castle will be around for ages to come.
It was the fortified home of the First Shadow Tamer, but these days act as the Barracks and housing for the entire 100% female Shadow Tamer Corps, with the Black Order (1000th Division) having better conditioned rooms and uniforms.
Stylish windows are scattered generously across the walls in an asymmetric pattern, along with same-sized holes for archers, snipers and artillery.
The Palace Road cuts through this imposing structure, the only way leading by land to the Palace of the Emperor himself. A great gate with thick metal portcullis and various artillery equipment guards the only easy way across the dug out moat, but it's not the only way in when you know the castle's secret passages.
Huge statues of heroes and Sultans/Emperor's past decorate the bridge outside, memories of the glories of the past. This castle shows signs of decay after being around for ages, but its inhabitants are determined to repair any weaknesses to make sure this castle will be around for ages to come.
It was the fortified home of the First Shadow Tamer, but these days act as the Barracks and housing for the entire 100% female Shadow Tamer Corps, with the Black Order (1000th Division) having better conditioned rooms and uniforms.
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Re: The Barracks of the Shadow Tamer Corps (except the Black Order)
Shadow Tamer #656 Mon Dec 09, 2019 8:54 pm
656 raised from her bed to the sound of heavy beating upon her door. Hair out of place, clinging to her face, her violet red gaze upon the door which continued to shake with every fall of the fist outside. She sleepishly swung her legs around the edge of the bed, a satin bed dress hugging her lithe, naked frame. She yawned, walking over to the door and unlocked it, opening it to stare at her mirror image, but fully dressed.
"656..." The woman stated, her dog tag indicated her number was 431. "I come from the head office with Ms. 411 and 421, we make up the information department. May we have a word with you?" The clones asked their fellow clone. 656 blinked, and sheepishly nodded, backing up to let her fellow clones in. "Yes...?" 656 asked.
"656... you're a Sargent in the 600th according to our records..."
"Yes..."
"You've lived out a 6 month life period without serious injury, save the accident with the minotaur to your right thigh." 411 stated, pointing at the scar from 656's hiked up dress as she sat. 656 blushed, pushing the dress down. "Yes... is something the matter?"
"Last night, Lieutenant 671 was killed in action in a skirmish at sea... along with twelve of our battle sisters."
656 blinked. "Oh... that is unfortunate." She began, blinking eyes wide. That left only 30 or so of the 600th's fighting force now... Are they... here to decommission whats left of us? She thought, feeling a glimmer of existential fear... it was a rumor she heard from the real troops, the non clones. If a fighting division of the ST Corps were reduced far enough, they'd 'decommission' the survivors, and restart the unit anew. Dogtags would be redistributed... the fate of the decommissioned was... never known.
"Indeed it is. Now the 600th have been reduced by two thirds of the original strength..." 421 chimed in.
656 nervously gripped her dogtags... feeling the tracings of the letters S E R A S carved into the back of the tags. She didn't want to turn them in... they were... hers.
"...Records indicate you've survived longer than other members of the 600th, so therefore, it is with great honor deemed by the esteemed Abdel Adham, that we present you the rank of Lieutenant, 656. Carry your new title high, and be aware of the greater responsibilities which now befall you and your station. Carry the remainder of your unit with courage and vigor, as your unit will be seeing heavy battle in the coming weeks." 431 explained, before handing 656 a gold pin.
They told her to report to the Division Captain as soon as possible, but 656 was only frozen with mixed relief and fear. She was one of the oldest among her Division...? That mean... no one beneath the 650 range were alive? She was in her own world of darkness, that she didn't feel the pin being placed in her hand nor her fellow 'sisters' voices till they stood up. She blinked, looking up to them. "O-Oh... thank you... mams." she said absently, looking back at the pin...
There was a loud roar coming from the palace that alerted all the women present. Each, blue haired gal turned to the sound hand began to prepare for battle. "A dragon...?" 421 gasped. "Hurry, to stations! We must defend the Emperor!" 431 shouted. 656 was standing up, ready to throw off her nightie and slip into her uniform; and out the stained glass windows saw members of the 'Black Order' begin their formations, their black and crimson armor visible through the red glass as they marched towards the palace. The Black Order who seemed... different to her fellow cloned sisters. They had burning red eyes for one. Secondly, they had simple names, and they never seemed to die. The head of their unit, was a woman named 'Claire' or so they say. She never spoke to them, they rarely interacted with the lower numbers of the Shadow Tamers...
She assumed the threat would be dealt with shortly given the Black Order was being sent in ahead of them... but even so, got dressed in her robes, appearing the same as her fellow soldier sisters 431, 421 and 411...albeit with bed hair; the trio heading out to aid the rest of the forces against the potential threat.
"656..." The woman stated, her dog tag indicated her number was 431. "I come from the head office with Ms. 411 and 421, we make up the information department. May we have a word with you?" The clones asked their fellow clone. 656 blinked, and sheepishly nodded, backing up to let her fellow clones in. "Yes...?" 656 asked.
"656... you're a Sargent in the 600th according to our records..."
"Yes..."
"You've lived out a 6 month life period without serious injury, save the accident with the minotaur to your right thigh." 411 stated, pointing at the scar from 656's hiked up dress as she sat. 656 blushed, pushing the dress down. "Yes... is something the matter?"
"Last night, Lieutenant 671 was killed in action in a skirmish at sea... along with twelve of our battle sisters."
656 blinked. "Oh... that is unfortunate." She began, blinking eyes wide. That left only 30 or so of the 600th's fighting force now... Are they... here to decommission whats left of us? She thought, feeling a glimmer of existential fear... it was a rumor she heard from the real troops, the non clones. If a fighting division of the ST Corps were reduced far enough, they'd 'decommission' the survivors, and restart the unit anew. Dogtags would be redistributed... the fate of the decommissioned was... never known.
"Indeed it is. Now the 600th have been reduced by two thirds of the original strength..." 421 chimed in.
656 nervously gripped her dogtags... feeling the tracings of the letters S E R A S carved into the back of the tags. She didn't want to turn them in... they were... hers.
"...Records indicate you've survived longer than other members of the 600th, so therefore, it is with great honor deemed by the esteemed Abdel Adham, that we present you the rank of Lieutenant, 656. Carry your new title high, and be aware of the greater responsibilities which now befall you and your station. Carry the remainder of your unit with courage and vigor, as your unit will be seeing heavy battle in the coming weeks." 431 explained, before handing 656 a gold pin.
They told her to report to the Division Captain as soon as possible, but 656 was only frozen with mixed relief and fear. She was one of the oldest among her Division...? That mean... no one beneath the 650 range were alive? She was in her own world of darkness, that she didn't feel the pin being placed in her hand nor her fellow 'sisters' voices till they stood up. She blinked, looking up to them. "O-Oh... thank you... mams." she said absently, looking back at the pin...
There was a loud roar coming from the palace that alerted all the women present. Each, blue haired gal turned to the sound hand began to prepare for battle. "A dragon...?" 421 gasped. "Hurry, to stations! We must defend the Emperor!" 431 shouted. 656 was standing up, ready to throw off her nightie and slip into her uniform; and out the stained glass windows saw members of the 'Black Order' begin their formations, their black and crimson armor visible through the red glass as they marched towards the palace. The Black Order who seemed... different to her fellow cloned sisters. They had burning red eyes for one. Secondly, they had simple names, and they never seemed to die. The head of their unit, was a woman named 'Claire' or so they say. She never spoke to them, they rarely interacted with the lower numbers of the Shadow Tamers...
She assumed the threat would be dealt with shortly given the Black Order was being sent in ahead of them... but even so, got dressed in her robes, appearing the same as her fellow soldier sisters 431, 421 and 411...albeit with bed hair; the trio heading out to aid the rest of the forces against the potential threat.
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Galiavan 2282 REMAKE :: Domescadia & Northern Ice Caps Region :: Domescadian Desert :: Adham-Abdel, The Onyx City
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