knightsoflegend | andres ♔ but life is for living

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andres ♔ but life is for living

WHO || Everyone
WHAT || With Andres Isle reclaimed, the Knights deal with the aftermath of their battle to save its people
WHERE || Andres Isle, and various
WHEN || September 20th, 2014 - October 20th, 2014 [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

When the sun rises on Andres Isle the next morning, and the smoke and rubble clears, it is impossible to call the battle anything less than a victory, in terms of freeing the people from Sarandis' hateful regime.

But all victories come with their costs.

Sir Zatara's team easily accomplished their goal, shutting down the power station that allowed Sir Trinall's team to wrest control of Isle communications, although Emma Swan was grievously injured in the process and Faye Chamberlain found herself facing an unexpected temptation when she got her hands on Jordan Reeves' genie bottle. Sir Wellington and Carpenter led an assault on the prison base, that succeeded in freeing all of the captured Shadowkind and putting a halt to the hideous experimentation going on there - at the cost of Sir Maxwell Briggard's life. (And Nathan Young's... but he got better. Twice.) Even Myrilandel's familiar, Amaranth, was found, but when Lan turned violent on a bank of computers in a fit of hatred for the machines and all they represented, a targeting system was activated that released all the mind-controlled Shadowkind hybrids from the facility, on a dread path of destruction for the castle, ready to kill anything in their path.

Meanwhile, Sir O'Rourke's team had managed to locate the love potion that Dimitris Sarandis was using to control Kat Samcelot's behavior, and made it impossible for the next dose to be administered on time. Sir Hathaway's team likewise made it into the castle, after following a set of clues that indicated Sir Elena Gilbert and the doppelganger Kyp had killed a guard and stolen their identity, heading into the palace proper. Eavesdropping within its walls, they learned that the Prime Minister had been shot, and that the woman responsible was being held in a tower. This, however, proved to be a cruel trick of Dimitris' ally, the powerful psion known as the Mind Master. Forcing Elena to shapeshift into Dimitris, she mentally dominated Elena, and made her sit outside the empty tower cell, where Rose, Will, and Dean found her. Having been approached by Kyp, who had been separated from Elena and feared for her life, a grudging alliance was formed, and the doppelganger approached "Dimitris" alone. Despite her attempt to drop hints to her real identity, the situation escalated - until the Mind Master made Elena wrest Kyp's gun from him, and shoot him right between the eyes.

In the meantime, Sir Yassin's team had blown an entrance for Prince Marcus Andres to lead his group into the castle through the tunnels below it. Dimitris had, however, expected something like this, and filled the tunnels with all manner of monster and creation designed to stop them. With exceptional teamwork, they bypassed all threats and made it within, where they were shocked to discover the real Chad Becksworth was in fact a prisoner here, and that Draken Crombe, leader of the Church of the Lord's Humanity had been impersonating him with the aid of the Mind Master, for access to NOVA Records' resources, for years. They also discovered the bones of former Dragon's Claw Sir Ellison, Tia's father, and helped lay his spirit to final rest.

Knights around the Island struggled to halt the hybrid creatures from charging into the palace and ruining the internal team's chance to save Kat and Thomas and stop Dimitris. Wynn led his own team to hold the line between the forest and the castle, but the brutal creatures they faced were overwhelming, and even with back-up arriving, creatures broke through. Wynn sent Sir La Krail and Francesca, whose team had secured the guardhouse, to stop several driders who had passed, while he chased down a chemical golem that crashed right through the palace doors.

Dimitris had already sprung his trap, however, sealing Marcus and friends in a room below the palace pumped with poisonous gas, while he asked Kat Samcelot for her hand in marriage on a screen for them to watch. At that moment, however, the love potion wore off, and she stabbed him in the dick, and helped free the others below. Myri teleported several of the Knights up to the main floor to save Kat, who faced the guards alone and weaponless, but the arrival of the chemical golem provided enough of a distraction for Dimitris to make a break for the throne room.

Elsewhere on the Isle, Sir Koraith's team had been gathering allies among the Shadow Village, to face an attack that they had been warned about, by soldiers seeking the location of Rocket, who had escaped the Shadow prison after attempting to assassinate the Prime Minister. Koraith led those who could not fight towards the boats, while the others remained to hold the line and take out not only the soldiers, but also the clockwork creations called nimblewrights, robots whose construction Failboat had learned was based on some kind of demonic creature held in Dimitris' basement. The battle was brutal, and Sir Riddick fell to the clockwork soldiers' assault. The fate of Sir Jaina Solo and a Shadowkind villager named Indra Crestrage remains unknown, as they were also grievously injured in the assault.

Sir Edain's team had secured various boats to transport villagers off the Isle, but also discovered a sinister shack where body parts were created up for export to Japan. In the battle that followed to hold the docks, Hook lost his entire arm, but managed to hold onto his life.

Back in the palace, several Knights joined Wynn in taking down the chemical golem, as Marcus and company moved to confront Dimitris and the Mind Master in the throne room. The Prime Minister was unrepentant for his crimes, and revealed that after capturing Kat, he had had the Dragon's Claw Thomas Bancroft killed, dumping his body off a balcony for them to see. Enraged, Kat ran to attack Dimitris, and was nearly killed by his bodyguard, Asha, but Fred Jr. intervened, sacrificing himself to save her. Des murdered Asha instantly, while the Mind Master teleported herself and Dimitris away, leaving the guards willing to surrender, and the Knights frustrated by the hollow victory.

A search of the Isle revealed no trace of where the two had gone, but it also meant that Andres was free of Sarandis' influence. Sir Banks' team had managed to gather all the wealthy human elite of the Island together inside a country club under the guise of a gas leak, and when Emma Frost appealed to the humanity of Sergeant Alastair Stone, a local police officer, he assisted them in routing out potential supporters of Dimitris, and separating them from the others, so that they might be shown the truth about what had been happening on the Island, right underneath their noses, in the form of a video of the prison laboratory provided by Logan and Nathan.

Most of the natives were shocked by what they saw, but had already been distrustful of Sarandis' true motives. Hearing that the true heir to the throne had returned has given the people of Andres a real sense of hope that things can change, but the road will not be an easy one.

Rather than pull out and head home the next day, Wynn has asked as many Knights as possible to remain and help with reconstruction. There are families to reunite, injured to tend to, homes to rebuild, a palace to remodel, and much more. This post is for things following directly in the aftermath of the Battle for Andres, especially for things happening on the Island itself. More posts will go up in the near future to backdate less immediate events. Characters are free to go back and forth to the castle as they please, but also have accommodations provided in the city or palace on Andres Isle.

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Andrew's not always a bar guy. He likes beer, of course. Who doesn't? But he's usually more fond of having it in his own space, preferably in his boxers while he plays some sort of video game all night long.

But there's no "his own space" here and the bar is also in shambles, so it's not like he can't go help out and see if there's anything left on tap. First thing he notices when he walks in is that someone else is already picking up.

"Need a hand?" His tall frame fills a good portion of the doorway, but Andrew looks anything but intimidating with his floppy head of curls and graphic tshirt with a pokeball on it.

Yes, he's a 30 year old man with a Pokemon tshirt. Fight him.

Matt's worked hard to build this place up, and now look at it. Shit all over the place. Not that he can really be annoyed, but still, hardly gives him warm fuzzies.

When the guy walks in, he turns his head towards him.

"How are you at chair stacking?"

"Got a PhD in chair stacking, actually." He says with a laugh at his own joke. "They call me Dr. Chair." Okay, it's not really that funny and he realizes that so he stops and shrugs as he walks in.

"Yeah, I can stack. You don't look familiar. You a new squire I haven't met yet?" He could be a local, but not with that accent.

"Then get stacking. Might even be a pint in it for you if there's any left." He dreads to think just what's happened to his bar back.

Righting another table, he shakes his head. "Nah I live here. Or I suppose I did. Not sure I will do any more, mind."

Still though, there's a smile on his face, something almost nostalgic. "I haven't heard an accent like that in years." Or since the last time his sister phoned him. He doesn't do a whole lot of listening to his own voice.

Andrew gets to work with chair stacking, picking them up one at a time because he's not the burly type to do more than one.

"Was just thinking that. But odd to see someone from back home hanging out here. Unless you're running from something. Which if you are, not my business but you picked a hell of a place to hide out in."

"Well you know the whole evil dictatorship shit was left off the small print in the job advert."

He sets another chair in place and moves off, heading behind the bar and straight to the Guiness pump, because #Ireland. And hey, it still works, so he'll pull them both a pint and offer one to his new chair stacking friend.

"Here, quench your thirst."

Andrew practically moans at the sight of that glorious beer.

"Bless you." He says with a laugh as he takes the pint and pulls up a stool to the bar. Taking his first drink, he groans again. Andrew doesn't fuck around with beer.

"So this your place, then?"

Matt gives him a bit of a look as he sups on his beer.

"Hey you want to drink that or stick your dick in it? You know I'm not sure I could tell the difference."

But it's okay, he gets it, he's Irish too. #Solidarity.

"And yeah. I mean sort of. I run it. Or I did. Not sure how many customers I'll be having in now."

"Shut up. You didn't show up on this island wondering if you'd ever have a chance to see a beer again, let alone drink it." He's sort of ridiculous. "I'm sure we'll get the place back in top shape before we finish up here. I can put in a word with a few people to see about getting you fixed up." Irish solidarity is a thing, apparently.

"Yeah yeah fair enough man, you enjoy your pint. Just try to keep the moaning down."

He leans himself forward over his bar, and smiles a bit at the offer.

"Ah you know that's good of you. Not sure how long I'll be sticking around now, mind. So what brings a local lad out here?" Because an accent like that? He can almost give it an address.

"Left home a long time ago for school, but the knight stuff was sort of a given. Both my parents have been part of the knighthood. Brother too. Only go back home for big functions. Probably won't go back until January for the big reunion. I've missed the last... I dunno... ten or so of those. So I guess I'm due."

Andrew takes another drink of his beer and wonders is he's actually getting over his issues with his family because he managed to say all of that without making a face.

"Reunion?" that seems to perk Matt up a little, like a twinge of recognition. Because his family (his huge family) has a reunion every January. He hasn't been to the last one, mind.

"Wait, not Kerry's reunion?" Who Kerry is remains a mystery to the narrator.

Andrew stops mid-drink and looks incredibly confused.

"Yeah, that's the one. You a friend of Kerry and Tim?" Who is Tim? Someone who goes with Kerry, apparently.

"No, man, no. Not a friend. Family." He looks at him, like why the fuck doesn't he recognise him. But then the ten years of not going might be why.

"Kerry's my uncles cousin." Which is... idk family tree. It's all family tree.

Andrew just stares back, the beer all but forgotten for now.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Sadly, a poorly timed crit fail on his sense motive means that Andrew thinks that Matt is lying. Or trying to pull a prank. "Kerry's my mother's great aunt on her father's side. Saint of a woman. More of a hugger than I'm fond of, but there's nothing else anyone could say bad about her. And you're a right prick to try to pretend to know her."

"Saint of a woman? You're kidding right? I thought the old bird was trying to poison me with Parma Violets. And she always smells vaguely of ham."

Really, Andrew, would somebody who isn't in the family know that?

He laughs though. "Why the fuck would I pretend to know her?"

Well, he can't deny that all of those things are true. And he can't come up with a good answer to that question.

"I think that makes us... cousins or something." Way more complicated than that, but everyone can be a cousin, right?

"You know I suppose it does." Huh, small world.

But then it dawns on hm, and he smacks a hand down on the bartop.

"Wait your whatsisface's brother aren't you? Adam? Alex? Big chap. Got all the muscle genes."

"Adam, yeah. That's him." Andrew has come to terms with the fact that he and his brother are completely different physically. He can even acknowledge that comment about Adam having all the muscle genes without a rude remark or a wince.

Having a smoking hot wife may have something to do with him not giving a shit.

"He's a knight too. Somewhere around here, I'm sure."

"Yeah? You lot are good at keeping it quiet, aren't you? Something like this got out in the family and there'd be no hearing the last of it."

Matt's part of the extended family, at least. They do love a gossip, and they do love talking about anybody that isn't exactly fitting their ideals. He can't imagine this would.

"Sort of comes with the territory. Big secret organization. Keeping the world safe." He says it with a shrug because he doesn't really see himself as the guy that does those things. He just helps out the ones who do those things.

"You're not going to go telling them, are you?"

The very idea of it brings about a near laugh. But it's a little bitter.

"You know I think they'd probably have to be talking for me to do that. Don't you worry, you're secret's safe with me."

"Doubt any of them would believe that I was a knight of anything anyway. Adam's a different story." Andrew used to resent his younger brother for being the athletic sort. He's learning that it doesn't matter as much as he thought it did, though.

"But yeah. Best to keep it quiet."

Matt keeps looking at Andrew a bit, like maybe the guy has just sprouted an extra head, or at least the starts of one somewhere on his shoulder.

"This is so fucking weird," he says.

Understatement.

"Believe me, it only gets weirder from here." Because once you know this shit exists, you start to see all sorts of things that make you wonder. Or that's what Andrew has heard. He grew up around it all... secretly.

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