Time. 5:00 p.m.
IronBlade wanders down the dark, dank halls of the sewers. passing through small passages marked with a unique symbol only known to his cause, leading him eventually to a large wooden door, with two lit torches around it. IronBlade could hear the sounds of hearty laughter audible from the door.
IronBlade: 'They're gonna get us caught one day...' IronBlade thought as he neared the door.
Knocking twice, the sounds of hushed laughter and footsteps approaching. A small slit in the door opened, a pair of green eyes glancing up and down at IronBlade.
???: "Password?" the man asked. IronBlade kicked the door in annoyance.
IronBlade: "Farrel, open the fucking door. You already knew I was coming," IronBlade said, crossing his arms.
Farrel: "You know the rules Bladey boy, Password?" the man asked again. IronBlade let out a sigh of defeat and lowered his head.
IronBlade: "Farrel... If you don't open this fucking door..." IronBlade began, almost yelling. "I will-" he attempted to say before the door opened for him.
The man inside looking at him disappointingly. They exchanged glances, but Farrel's disappointment turned to concern.
Farrel: "Almost get killed?" the man asked, closing the door behind them.
IronBlade "Multiple times," IronBlade rubbed his forehead as Farrel handed him a red bottle.
Farrel: "Wine. Always helped me," Farrel offered.
IronBlade's frown turned into a smile as he grabbed the bottle from his friend.
IronBlade: "Thank you..." IronBlade took a swig and slowly began to feel guilty. "I'm... I'm sorry I yelled," IronBlade said, looking at his smiling friend.
Farrel: "No harm was done, my friend," Farrel smiled.
IronBlade felt a pat on his shoulder. IronBlade grinned as he looked at his friend.
IronBlade: "Seis in his office?" IronBlade asked as they neared the end of the hallway.
Farrel: "He always is. He and his Lieutenants are having a conversation about the big plan coming up," Farrel said with some fruition.
IronBlade took another swig of the bottle and handed it back to Farrel as they entered the main hall. Through the crowds of grab-happy people. Many hauling crates of equipment to other parts of the base, others preparing for missions and most just sitting around laughing and drinking.
Farrel: "You are prepared for the big mission, aren't you, Iron?" Farrel asks, stopping IronBlade in the center of the hall. IronBlade shrugged.
IronBlade: "No one's ever really ready for anything," he said, earning a laugh from Farrel.
Farrel: "I could drink to that!" Farrel said as he took a swig of the red bottle.
IronBlade chuckled, looking at his friend down the bottle. A tap on his shoulder brought a sense of dread as he turned around, but faded once he saw red hair. A hug from the tall man brought a sense of friendship over IronBlade as the man lifted him into the air and laughed.
???: "Iron! My lad! I'm glad to see you back so *hic* safe!" the man said as he set IronBlade down and stumbled a little.
IronBlade: "Axel...? Are you drunk again?" IronBlade asked, knowing full well his friend was plastered.
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War of the Land
FantasyWithin the fantastical land of Haletz; a small group of individuals seeks their own personal accomplishments. With the act of war around every turn and the deaths of their comrades at their hands, what will become of these characters?
