Thankyou guys for your comments and thankyou Commisar, i realised i used Kiavars name alot and have tried to cut down on using it in this next extract lol. But yeah any comments or advice is welcomed i just want to improve my story telling.
Anyway heres goes:
Meanwhile on Baal Secundus Brother Cyrus was sat in a rather large and stately room awaiting the arrival of Prince Jahal of the Meridian Trading Corps. The room was fairly mild in temperature considering the desert like terrain outside the Palace, colourful large silk drapes hung from the white ceiling adding colour to an almost white theme that ran throughout. After several quiet minutes Prince Jahal arrived with a retinue of bodyguards, he was dressed in an all white Indian Maharajah style clothes, which accentuated his dark skin.
Brother Cyrus made to stand in respect of the Prince entering but the Prince merely waved a hand for him to relax and sit.
“So what can the Meridian Trading Crops do for the Brotherhood of Amadis? The Prince asked pouring wine for himself and his guest.
“Please forgive my rather blunt words, for I am no diplomat,” Cyrus said.
“You are a warrior. I understand,” cut in the Prince.
Cyrus made a curt smile and continued; “Tensions are brewing in the South of the Galaxy, the Brotherhood and the Senate need to know who we can trust…”
“By that you mean the Brotherhood…” the Prince said with a sly smile.
Cyrus returned the smile, “You understand the politics involved I presume...”
“Of course, the Meridian Trading Corps has not lasted this long by being naïve to the politics of the Senate.”
“Then you understand, that the Senate is divided and the Claudian Royal House is carving a giant Empire for themselves…”
“And that is a problem for me, because?” asked the Prince although he clearly knew the answer for himself.
“They are an Oligarchy, which means they hold all the power and the wealth…” said Cyrus with a raised eyebrow.
“And what does the Brotherhood plan?” asked the Prince curiously.
“We are building a massive Army to combat the Claudian Royal House.”
“Which the Brotherhood will lead?” said the Prince with a sneer.
The comment was made to bait Cyrus into anger, but he knew this and kept his choler under check,
“We are the only ones who have the skill to lead this war…” Cyrus said simply “You will join us one way or another.” With that he stood up and made to walk out the door.
“I’d like to see you try…” the Prince called out with a smirk on his face.
Cyrus did not turn to look back but continued to walk out saying, “I shall return in three months, we shall see who kneels then.”
Many believe the Brotherhood to be a strong faction within the galaxy, but none truly knew or understood the power one warrior has, let alone an entire contingent. The Brotherhood was borne through bloodshed and war, a millennia ago the planet Amadis was rife with many warring Factions, the constant wars ensured only the strongest and wise stayed alive. One Faction however took their training to another level, instead of concentrating on just skill with sword or pistol. Their warriors trained their minds and opened up to the raw energies that flow throughout the universe, this untapped power would become their very weapon to use against anyone and everyone. This knowledge however ripped that particular faction apart with almost limitless powers each warrior turned on one another, the death rates were catastrophic which ended up ripping the planet apart, only a select few who stayed together survived. They then later became the Brotherhood, guarding their secret knowledge and focusing on dominating the Galaxy.
Blood Pacts and Treachery
The Lord Marshall Alezander Haji sat in the centre of the giant cavern, illuminated only by the hundreds of candles dotted about the place, deep in thought and meditation.
“It is done…” said a whispery voice that seemed to resonate around the entire cavern.
The Lord Marshall did not open his eyes, but a sinister smile was upon his hooded face.
“Then let us rejoice, for our time to rule will soon be upon us…” he said as he stood up and turned to one of the many arch ways leading out of the cavern.
A figure emerged out of the archway hooded and robed like the Lord Marshal, though they kept his arms crossed and hands inside opposite sleeves, only the bottom part of their face revealed to the candle light. What was so strange about this figure was that they seemed to glide across the floor silently to stand in front of the towering Lord Marshal.
“You wish to perform the blood pact now?” asked the figure in the same whispery voice.
“I do,” said the Lord Marshal his eyes wide open staring intently into the figures hooded face.
With that the figure drew out a small silvery blade from their sleeve and cut a deep line through their soft small palms and handed the blade to the Lord Marshall. He did the same and joined his large bloodied hand to the figures small woman like hands.
“Do you Lord Marshal Alezander Haji promise to deliver the five other Lord Marshals to the Witch Sisters of Cavader?” asked the whispery voiced figure.
“I do, and do you Witch Sister Leilani promise to give me the Book of Korphis?” asked the Lord Marshal.
“I do… and through this blood pact our oaths be committed or else death takes us,” said Sister Leilani, with that she removed her hood revealing a young and beautiful face with silvery hair and deep glistening pale blue eyes. Such was the beauty of this witch the Lord Marshal stood staring, after several moments they opened up and embraced like lovers.
Meanwhile Kiavar was stood waiting by the bar of a busy Tavern in one of the outpost towns of the Planet Tajuun. He looked completely out of place with his pale white skin and raven black hair, dressed in his usual black robes. The locals of the outpost town called Jumba were of dark skin, the men had thick black beards and wore loose light coloured clothes similar to the Arabians of Ancient Terra.
The looks from the locals did not go unnoticed, he however chose to dismiss them and continued to scan the Tavern. Any thought of danger was ludicrous, they would not dare touch one of the Brotherhood he thought to himself.
The Brotherhood had earned themselves a strong reputation within the local systems, they were well known for executing an entire Tavern for minor insults, this reputation however had earned them the attention of the Senate who wished to hire their rather brutal methods.
A shiver ran up his back and he smiled. Turning round he saw a black hooded figure standing in the doorway of the Tavern staring straight at him, though he could not see his eyes he knew who it was by his smile. The figure had a cocky and arrogant swagger about him as he approached.
“Long time no see Brotherr…”
Kiavar chuckled lightly, “good to see you too Cyrus.”
Cyrus took down his hood revealing his tanned and chiselled face, his dark hair was shaved closely to his scalp and he had a light shadowy beard. The two figures looked completely different to one another, where Cyrus was a tanned and rugged handsome looking man and looked to be in his early thirties. Kiavar resembled something of a young dashing vampire, clean shaven and soft yet sinister features, his dark eyes were what gave that effect.
“What news do you bring brother?” continued Kiavar.
“Well rumour has it, the Lord Marshals will be meeting up within a month,” responded Cyrus.
Kiavar looked shocked, “Why so soon Brother?”
Cyrus shrugged, “No idea, perhaps planning on the next phase of conquest…”
The Lord Marshals are the six most powerful warriors still alive within the Brotherhood of Amadis, they are what you may call leaders, and they are individually well respected throughout and guide the Brotherhood in its path to domination. Only when a Lord Marshal dies can another take his place, through sparring matches can this be achieved. The respect will tend to come from the lesser powerful Brothers, than from their fellow Lord Marshals as each has acquired a level of power to inflate their already large egos. As with most humans, two people let alone six will not be able to stand each others egos for too long, so meetings are usually held once every year or so to see how the Brotherhood has progressed. Each Lord Marshal will tend to watch over perhaps ten to twenty Knights, lesser warriors within the Brotherhood. The command of the fast expanding Republican Guard adds to their power base.
To be conitnued...