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Post by Jya on Dec 8, 2009 17:42:28 GMT -6
"Oh no, theres nothing to worry about," Jya replied snapping herself out of all her thoughts.
"I-I its umm, I'm not sure if I'm cut out for this war thing at all," Jya finally said out loud, it was true, she was weak. Hiro seemed like a much better than her.
"Than again...perhaps I just gotta practice."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 8, 2009 21:26:33 GMT -6
Clair saw Morgoth approaching them and listened to his question.
"Ah, I just came from the resource stocker. He's set up a stall back in that direction. He'll likely be able to help you find what you need." Clair said, pointing back toward the.
Theian approached as well, pulling his hands out of his pockets. "Hello Theian. Interesting?" She sighed briefly,"Not unless you think of monotonous paperwork as exciting. Now to deliver this report..."
Clair continued up to a tent with messengers surrounding it. They all looked ready to go at a moments notice in their white and black livery. She stepped in and found a thin man bent over a desk. He was writing in a book, probably records for the armies.
"Yes, what is it?" He drawled without looking up.
Clair was a little miffed that the man paid so little attention to her entrance. She took a deep breath and placed the bound papers on the desk in front of him. "This is a supply requisition from the Salvation Point detachment."
The man did look up then. She could see the man mouth the name "Yurau", before he spoke up, "I'll see to it immediately."
Clair realized then that it was fear of the previous High Officer that prompted him to such quick efforts, not respect for High Officer Abend. Clair had heard of the cruel and fearsome reputation that Yurau had built over the years. She didn't see the need to alert the clergyman to Yurau's recent demise. She left the tent again.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
Posts: 155
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Post by Lyar on Dec 8, 2009 22:00:16 GMT -6
" Oh come now Brother, they're just books!" Despite the predicament, he was cheerful, as he hoised himself out of the bunker, and lifted his one armed friend out right behind him. Ostia had fallen it seemed, and he was a little saddened, but he wasn't home all too often, so the destitution wasn't too hard on him, except for the fact that the house they build was all but wiped out," Hey brother, I'm not sure who did this, but it's best to slip out while we can. We obviously aren't going to be able to just bust our way out of here." for once Lyar was acting almost seriously, but the big happy smile on his face made one think otherwise.
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Aleth
Hero
Everything you can do I can do one handed!
Posts: 247
Profession: NEET
Affinity: Ice
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Post by Aleth on Dec 8, 2009 22:19:27 GMT -6
The shock of the whole event was truly unexpected. To think that Ostia had actually fallen by some attack. It didn't help that Lyar had to assist her out of the bunker. Scanning the area and such, she simply wanted to get to the bottom of this.
"I'm going to check out exactly whats going on, good thing I can easily pass off as a mercenary, sometimes I'm glad to have born in Ilia," she said, after Lyar helped her out. With that she dashed out of the ruins of a once decent house.
"Answers, answers... I need get to the bottom of this, either that or actually listen to gossip," she muttered to herself.
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The Herald
Herald
Voice of the Heavens Tyrannical Mouthpiece
"PEACE THROUGH WAR."
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Post by The Herald on Dec 9, 2009 2:31:41 GMT -6
The Herald seemed to be bitter about the destruction he had brought to Ostia. It seemed he wished things had gone different. That things had gone out of control. The fact that he had given various detachements orders to help the people seemed to indicate that he cared. That, or he just wanted the city repaired so that no other country could march into the great city. It was now domain of the Prophet and his Inquisitionial Army. It was saved. The priests were already holding masses for the dead, saying that the wicked had deserved their death and that the innocent surely would meet Saint Elimine in the afterlife. Many soldiers that were troubled by their deeds seeked redemption at the make-shift churches that the clergy of Etruria had set up. The city had started a very slow recovery and bread was given to the survivors. There still were a lot of Etrurian soldiers that walked around as if they were kings; they ordered, they raped, the murdered. Only the few, real faithful one, that truely believed in the message 'peace through war' tried to help the poor citizens out.
The Herald drank silently from his tea once more. He stared at Richter, as if he was trying to analyse what Richter was thinking. “RICHTER. THERE ARE WICKED MEN IN THIS WORLD. OSTIA... IT HAD TO FALL. IT IS A MESSAGE TO THE OTHER COUNTRIES AND CITIES. MAYBE WAR WON'T BE NECESSARY AFTER THIS, MAYBE THEY'LL HEAR ABOUT THE DESTRUCTION CAUSED HERE. LIKE YOU, I MOURN THE DEAD. MY HEART ACHES FOR ALL THE FATHERLESS CHILDREN THAT NOW ROAM THE STREETS. BUT IT HAS BEEN DONE. OSTIA HAS BEEN THE SACRIFICE FOR PEACE. I REGRET ALL OF THIS... SADNESS. BUT IT HAPPENED. THERE IS NO TURNING BACK.”
“BE ASSURED. PEACE WILL ALWAYS BE THE ULTIMATE GOAL.”
With those words, Richter was dismissed. A servant asked him kindly to leave, treating him with respect. Outside the command center, Richter was given back his weapons. He immediately got some orders stuffed in his hands that seemed to be prepared by some servants while he was reporting to the Herald. He had various tasks. He must relieve the citizens by getting food from the distribution center in the eastern part of the city. Another part of his army had to repair the damaged gate; the engineers there needed help. All the work had to be done in only a week; then he was to meet south of the city to the meeting point. Before Richter leaved, he was told to contact the Herald once more at the end of the week. The servant kindly added that he shouldn't try to leave the city, people were... busy with him. It seemed to be a kind way of saying that the case of Yurau wasn't forgotten at all, and that Richter seemed to walking a very thin line, no matter how much the Herald had liked him. The Herald was a commander and he needed complete trust in his soldiers. Richter walked out of the villa and was back into the city, filled with the sweet smell of rotting corpses. That was another part of his assignment. To burn all the dead.
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Dec 9, 2009 3:42:13 GMT -6
Valorian was a man walking with a purpose, something told him it was unwise to be seperated from people. Something bad was going to happen, he was just sure of it.
As he walked, distracted, he almost crashed into a young lady. She was running out of a ruined house, as so many were. She looked disheveled and injured...her arm?
A sinking feeling hit his chest, she must have lost it in the battle. Instinctively he held his staff out.
"Please, wait a moment. I don't know what I can do, but it must be treated to prevent infection." He said insistently
Little did he know of the stirring in the town around him. It wasn't just by him though, the sounds of motion were heard all over the destroyed town, as if a second army was beginning to form.
Over by the bar Hiro and Jya had entered, a man collapsed in the front door, struggling to stand. His face hung low and not visible as he struggled to get to his feet. He looked badly wounded, and it was a miracle he was walking.
Even as far as the supply tent where Claire and Morgoth were, there seemed to be figures approaching it from the sides...but they weren't normal figures. Something was wrong, they slouched and dragged themselves, as if horribly maimed. But why would they be moving?
A sharp cry from the healers area would catch their ear as if to answer these questions.
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Aleth
Hero
Everything you can do I can do one handed!
Posts: 247
Profession: NEET
Affinity: Ice
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Post by Aleth on Dec 9, 2009 6:03:43 GMT -6
Aleth stopped at the sign of the priest...monk...holy person? Well it couldn't be helped all clergymen looked alike to her! However this guy looked unusually more childish than most. When he asked to help with her long gone arm, she realized that it would have been a good idea to hide it. It wasn't like showing it around had hurt anything, but than again...
"Well uhh, I'm sure this more people more injured than me?"
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Post by Kynlis on Dec 9, 2009 10:11:47 GMT -6
Knylis waited as Clair delivered the supply reports. Once the Pegasus rider came out, the hunter fell in beside her.
"So,wha- " She cut off, her acute hearing picking up a faint cry from the direction of the healers tent. "Did you hear that?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 9, 2009 12:39:05 GMT -6
As Richter left the villa, he sighed and leaned against the perimeter wall, slumping to the ground. After seeing The Herald, he felt nothing but despair. If not even The Herald could prevent this immoral violence, then what hope did an Ilian mercenary have? That's all Richter was; he was no commander. Hand on his forehead, Richter laughed scornfully at himself, his voice bitter. This whole plan had been ludicrous from the start. It was only by some sort of divine fluke that it had gotten this far. Did he honestly believe he could have made some sort of difference? This world was evil, and people seemed to like it that way. Could only Richter see that Yurau's death was a good thing? Yurau was the reason for his own death. He was a cruel man, and the world was better off without him. Sighing again, Richter tiredly pulled himself to his feet, and trudged off into the get his assignments done.
His destination was distribution center. Richter decided that this would be the best to do first because he could get the soldiers working on it while he got the gate work up and running. Then he could move onto burning the bodies. It wasn't a prospect he was looking forward to in the least. There was a scream in the distance as Richter arrived at the tent, but he payed no heed. There had been screams all day. Richter noticed Clair and Kynlis. He wasn't paying any attention to the zombie-like figures around them. He didn't want to think about anything around them. "Ah, Clair, good timing," he said solemnly. "I've been assigned some tasks that need to get done by the end of the week." He pulled out his sheets of paper, pulling out the assignment about supply redistribution, then handed the torn piece to Clair. "We need food handed out to all of the civilians," he said. There was no emotion in his voice. He was barely even looking at Clair. "The Herald's orders. I've got a lot of other work, so as my Assisstant Officer, you're going to run the distribution efforts. Kynlis can help." Then without a word, Richter stalked off to front gates for his next project.
On his way to the gate, he came across a small girl on the side of the road. She was sitting next to a person, probably a body, lying on the side of the road. When Richter walked by, the girl got up and tugged on Richter's sleeve. "Mister, have you seen my papa?" she asked, looking up at Richter. He looked back down at her. Her eyes were so innocent, so completely untouched by the horror that they were witness to. Richter knelt down and put a hand on her shoulder. "No I haven't," he replied. He paused, slowly looking at the body behind her. It wasn't moving. It wasn't even breathing. "Is that someone you know?" The little girl nodded, a slight smile on her cheeks. "That's my mama, but she's tired right now, so she's sleeping. I have to find papa. He was up on the big wall, but now I can't find him." Richter clutched his face. This little girl had no idea. She probably couldn't even fathom what was going on right now. Richter wished he could have such innocence back. The girl moved her head closer to him. "Are you looking for your mama and papa?" Richter lowered his hand and stared back into her flawless eyes, like diamonds staring out from a soot covered face. Then, for the first time in 9 years, Richter cried, hugging the girl close to him. His tears streamed down his face as he sobbed quietly. The girl patted his head. "Don't cry," she said, "we'll find them."
Neither noticed that the girl's mother had slowly stood up and was now shambling towards them.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Dec 9, 2009 13:44:58 GMT -6
Morgoth didn't thank Clair before he hurried over to the tent. "Do you have any black hooded cloaks?" he asked. "One moment..." the man slipped into the tent and returned with for cloaks and Morgoth saw his immediately. "That one please," he said, pointing at the one that matched his hair.He took the cloak from the man and quickly slipped it on over his stupid uniform. Morgoth dashed off and hid behind a tent to make sure know one else knew about his secret pocket.He checked to make sure his notes were still there and then put them back.He placed his tome in his outer pocket and walked around until he found Valorian."Whats going on?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 9, 2009 19:06:35 GMT -6
Kynlis was right. Clair had heard a scream, possibly more frantic than most, but it didn't really strike the Pegasus squire as urgent at the moment. Plenty of screams came from the healer's tents.
Just then, the Commander came up and started relaying orders. She replied with a "Yes sir," as he left. He'd seemed somewhat preoccupied as she took the papers. She breezed through them as he continued on. "This is alot bigger than what I just finished. I'll have to practically build the whole system myself." She flipped the sheets down and grabbed Kynlis on the arm." Consider yourself recruited, Kynlis. I'll need as many hands as possible to-"
A ripping sounded from the back of the tent as several forms descended on it. There were alarmed cries from the inside as the secretary was being set upon. He made it out, clutching a rip on his arm. Fear clouded his vision as he ran screaming, trying to escape the gathering monsters.
Clair let out a cry herself. There were people, that shouldn't be moving, dragging themselves forward. They looked like they should be dead, but they were approaching. The secretary could attest that they weren't friendly. Theian would get his wish after all; to poke things with his sword.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 9, 2009 19:23:27 GMT -6
Theian hears the wish and turns toward the tent... to find a mass of... is that dead people? Either way, they seemed to be trying to.... oh boy! Target practice!
"What are those?! Are them men? Are they alive? ARE THEY HEADING TOWARD ME?!"
Three rush toward Theian. Slowly, but they were heading toward them. Theian grips his blade, and stabs the head of one of them. He gasps... the dude was still moving, and his blade was stuck inside his skull!"WHAT ARE THESE THINGS?!" He punches the head several times, causing a hole to appear within the... thing. He takes his sword out with the new hole and slashes the head clean off. Another one jumps on him.
"MORGOTH! COME OVER HERE AND HELP ME KILL THESE THINGS!!!"
Theian grabs the one on his back and slashes the arm off of it, and then throws it at another guy coming at him. It knocks it back a couple feet, and it struggles to get back up.
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Dec 10, 2009 7:21:37 GMT -6
Valorian is about to respond when he hears a shout...Someone calling for Morgoth to come and kill...things? Was it beasts of some kind?
Before the answer could come, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and he whirled around, to come face to face with a man. Well it appeared to be a man, but this one was obviously dead. Death didn't seem to be as final as thought though, as it lumbered towards him.
When it reached about ten feet away, it stopped. And from this point it would not move closer, instead moving to attack Aleth.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Dec 10, 2009 13:44:26 GMT -6
Morgoth ran toward the sound of his name while flipping through his tome that was now in his hand.
"Yesss..." he said when he saw Theian fighting three strange creatures that looked half dead.He got in range, holding his open tome in one hand and the other he held vertical with his arm stretched out.Aiming the best he could, he began to chant a small line from his tome.A dark orb began to form, floating centimeters from his hand.Making sure he was still aiming right, Morgoth released the magic.The orb flew forward and clipped the zombie thing that was stuck to Theian's sword, causing it to fall off.Gloating, Morgoth prepared to use more magic when he was tackled from behind.
What the... Landing hard on the ground, Morgoth lost his breath and his tome.He pushed the thing on top of him up enough to get some air and then looked for his tome.There it is! he thought when he saw it.Suddenly hands grabbed his throat.Morgoth punched the thing repeatedly, but to no avail.He began to blackout.No, I will not die! He tried to get his tome, but it was just out of reach.He tried to roll but only gained an inch, but it was enough. Morgoth grasped his tome as he was wretched back, giving him enough time to gulp in some air. Somehow Morgoth remembered the words in his tome and began to chant in a voice he hadn't heard or used since the night he killed his parents.His eerie voice rang out and a large orb appeared between his palm and the zombie things chest.The orb flew into it's chest and suddenly he could breathe.Morgoth heard a thump in the background, but he was to busy trying to stay conscious to notice.
OoC:My awsome long post. Can some one pretect me so I don't get wounded, I realy don't want Valorian to heal me.
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 10, 2009 16:05:46 GMT -6
As Richter dried his eyes, he heard a groan. Looking up, he noticed the girl's mother had stood up and was walking closer. So she wasn't dead, but...something was wrong. She looked dead. Richter could have sworn that earlier, she was dead. Her gait was sluggish and her left foot dragged on the ground. She stared at the ground as she moved. "Mama!" said the girl, bounding over to her mother and hugging her. The girl's mother didn't react. Something was definitely wrong. "Mama, we have to go look for papa now, then we're going to help this man find his mama and papa." Her mother stopped moving, and let out a guttural moan. "Mama?" The girl's mother opened her mouth wide, and lunged to bite her daughter. "Stay back!" yelled Richter as he pushed the zombie-like woman to the ground, pulling the girl away from her. The woman landed with a thud and slowly moved to get back up again. "Don't hurt Mama!"the girl wailed, trying to push herself away from Richter, but Richter wouldn't let her go. "That's not your mother," said Richter unsheathing his sword. The girl futilely beat her fist against Richter's abdomen. "Yes it is," she cried, "that's my Mama!" The body had stood up and was stumbling towards Richter. This woman, no, this body, was dead. It's limbs moved like a puppet on strings and its eyes, they were eyes he had seen many times: the eyes of a dead person. What kind of evil magic was this? Pushing the girl behind him, Richter stepped forward. "This is a monster," he said calmly, "your mother isn't here anymore." With a growl that sound nothing more than air escaping the lungs, the corpse creature lunged at him, grabbing Richter's shoulders. Kicking the body off of him, Richter whipped his arm in a flash of silver steel and cut off the thing's head. Dark, dead blood oozed out of the neck as the body slumped to the ground. The head fell off and rolled along the dirty pavement, a grotesque scowl frozen on it's face. The little girl stared on in shock and horror. "That's...that's not my mama," she gasped. She ran up and grabbed Richter's shirt. "Where's my mama? Richter put a hand on her head as he sheathed his sword. "Your mother is...dead," he said solemnly. He didn't want to say it, but he wasn't going to delude her into believing a lie. The girl looked up at him. "D-Dead?" she stuttered. Richter could see in her eyes that she new what it meant, but couldn't quite come to grips with it yet. "Yes, but I'll keep you safe," he said, grabbing her and putting her on his back. She held on, frozen by the revelation. Richter looked around and saw more bodies getting up and lumbering towards him. "I've got to get back to the tents," he thought, "it's too dangerous to stay here." Holding the girl tight, Richter dashed off to the camp. Something was seriously wrong.
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