Byron
Archer
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Post by Byron on Feb 27, 2010 21:01:20 GMT -6
"From what I've heard, I don't like him. However, I don't think I can do anything about it. I hate not being able to act. Just being so unable to effect the society. Course, I'm just blabbering. Point is I don't like him." Byron said as he noticed more people filling in.
"If only I had more power I could do something. If you know what I mean..." Byron said as he looked over to Marcus with a smirk on his face.
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Evayl
The "Before" years
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Post by Evayl on Feb 27, 2010 21:22:22 GMT -6
Evayl slung her staff over Mely's saddle and leaned against her. She looked at Aidan and 'Lyar', not sure what they were supposed to be doing. Apparently they were expected to sit on their rears and do nothing while fun stuff was happening. Well, 'fun' in a subjective sense, but still. Come on. Think. Evayl thought to herself. If they thought that this Lyar was some kind of fool, then he probably got away with a few things due to his foolishness. That could work... Evayl looked up at the two men and smiled. "Take us to them. Say that I am the daughter of a Lyican marquess." she said. Evayl tried to think of something a bit more creative. "The daughter of Marquess Araphen." she added. Evayl bit her gloved finger. "Say that you came across me and my two guardians-" here, she gestured to Aevian and Aidan "and that we told you to bring us." Evayl stopped there. Why WOULD they want to go there, in that situation? "Tell them that we can help them take over Lycia. Of course, it's a lie, but if it gets us inside, it doesn't matter, does it?" Evayl became slightly more confident in herself. The plan wasn't really all that bad. "If I could get an audience with someone who is important to the Prophet's cause, then Aidan or Aevian, or possibly even this Lyar fellow, could either kill them or take them hostage. Provided that person is not a fighter himself." she said. She looked around at the other three. "Well, that's the only idea I have." she said with a shrug.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 27, 2010 21:27:28 GMT -6
Richter could only wonder if Ariston was a deaf as everyone thought he was. Speaking ill of the Prophet while on a march, or in camp, sure. In mass? Not so much. Soldiers griped about their superiors all the time. He'd done quite a bit of it when he was a mercenary, but then again, he had just been a sword on a payroll. A few bad words and he got fired. Soldiers? They tended to get...disciplined, especially when you belonged to an army as fanatical as this. Hostages? Not smart. At all.
But it did confirm Richter's suspicions. Looking around the church, he noticed the army was all his. Some had been with him since Salvation Point, and the rest had joined after Ostia, but the point was that they were all his soldiers. Made him wonder who was outside...or why Ariston was here all by himself. Then it dawned on Richter, like a weight had been dropped on his shoulders. He was probably planning on having them all killed. It explained Ariston's non-chalance towards the blatant heresy. The suspicion, the return to Salvation Point, the pairing up of him and Ariston by the Herald: it all made sense.
As he thought, the High Officer's eyes flew to the far side of the room to one of the pews where Guinevere and another soldier had been conversing particularly loudly. Guinevere stood out as always, but the soldier beside her...his face was obscured, but he seemed oddly familiar. It was more than just instance of recognizing that soldier who was handing out the lunch supplies yesterday. No, this was different.
Richter's eyes then jumped to Marcus, who was talking to that archer, Byron, in hushed tones. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he hoped the dragon was ready. They'd need his full force if things went south.
The pink-haired soldier turned to Ariston, half-smiling and nodded. "Of course, sir. I'm sure a bit of inspiration would be a good idea," he replied. Secretly, though, his hand, buried in his robe and hidden under his cape, gripped the handle of his sword. Richter's face burned with adrenaline. It was the kind that flared up right before a battle. He could be all wrong, but it seemed that he'd be fighting his way out of this one.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 27, 2010 21:27:30 GMT -6
Clair arrived with Rayl, but once they got past the she was called aside.
"Dame Feldsky, haven't you heard? All forces are to gather for mass in the church."
Mass? That explained the bells then. She quickly thought up an excuse. "I just came in from a last minute patrol. I need to report in to the commander. Where is he?"
"I believe he was getting himself ready to go to the mass, Assistant Officer, still at his tent. Are you all right? You look like fell off your pony." The pegasus squire was already on her way to find the Commander.
When she got to the tent she found him already gone.
"Officer Feldsky! You need to get yourself presentable, and get yourself to Mass! I thought everyone was there already!" It was one of her peers from another division.
"Yes, Yes! I'm on my way!" She'd have to meetup after the mass for the report she guessed. She rushed into her tent and grabbed the white robe, with black trim, that she'd been given on joining the army, and threw it on over the armor. Rather simple, but it would have to do. She quickly straightened he hair as best she could, and scrubbed the dirt off her face. Running out the tent, she quickly cinched her belt around her waist and ran out the door to get to the chapel.
She arrived without noticing that Corona had tried to follow her inside. She wished she still had her lance with her, but it wouldn't have been allowed in the building anyway. She saw Commander Abend at the front and tried to catch his gaze as she made her way to the front rows and took a seat. Just her being there would let him know that they hadn't died, anyway.
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Aeros
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Post by Aeros on Feb 27, 2010 22:32:15 GMT -6
With nothing to do and no one to talk to now that Rayl had gone, Aeros stood in awkwardness for a moment, broken only by the amusing sight of the Pegasus squire escaping as easily as she did. Some security, although she doesn’t have any weapons…With that, it was over. Aeros began to pace, thinking of everything he could, trying to ignore the three non-Tuatara people left with him. I’m surprised Rayl still has that armor…I can still remember the day he got it. It was when we found Tuatara and were attacked by the Herald. That man…Crowley died, and…we had those battles. Against the mage, and against Hargus. SO much time, and I still can’t get used to people. In reality, he had wondered for a long time why he had chosen to approach Rayl: why not Night, the one that had actually saved him? Why not just llive with Manuel’s village, staying isolated from the strife and trouble? He had found his answer very shortly after seeing all those mercenaries leave. Purpose governed all sentient life, including his own; and, unlike most people, he had no values, no family, no true friends that had grown with him to give his life meaning. Instinct and a few years of turbulent memories could only go so far, and, somewhere in his mind, Aeros had found a way to consider himself in Rayl’s debt. Had he not given Sir Matis the weapon that helped slay Hargus? Was he not rumored to have delivered the final blow himself? Without either of these things, Aeros might of died.
Well, if he could bring himself to stay, he could bring himself to be friendly. Walking over to the trio that now awaited only Rayl’s return, he gave a slight bow before saying, “I should have introduced myself sooner. I’m Aeros, a…friend of Rayl’s from the Bandit War.” Yes, Rayl did seem to consider him a friend. “Honestly, if any of you have a plan to help him, tell me how to help. By myself, subtle isn’t quite possible…” An understatement if ever there was one; his last several interactions with humans had probably been the highlight of their weeks, if not lives. Right now, though, he needed something to do, and Rayl would find himself more deserving of aid than anyone the dragon could think of on Elibe.
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Post by Kraft on Feb 28, 2010 12:21:52 GMT -6
Ariston looked at Richter. He looked confused. "Are you feeling sick? You seem. . . tense." He added this with a bit of worry in his voice. "Leading the mass IS a big deal, but the priests will assist you. Now, the Holy Book." Ariston kneeled in front of the Altar and the priests went to a shrine were one of the copies was held. It wasn't there. Ariston looked confused and looked back at the priests who were sweating heavily. The book wasn't there. How the. . . Ariston looked at Richter and suspicion marked his face for a split-second. He then got up and apologized himself to the attending soldiers. "Alas, the book isn't here. . ." As on cue, the door to the Church opened and another Priest appeared holding the book. Ariston bowed to the audience in an apologising way and made his way to the door. He got the book from the priest and opened it. He seemed to be looking for a specific passage out of the second part; the Prophet his teachings. He finally found it and looked up at the crowd who were turned on their seats. Some then noticed that they knew the priests, they were from their company. All of them were from the same part of the army; Richter's. Richter's original soldiers, his veterans. He hold up the book, in a delicate way. "This book. This book is the reason we are here. We wanted change. We wanted peace. We wanted to bring back MORALS to this world. Let me read this passage to you; It was the Light that they had forsaken and now the seeked destruction and wickedness. It was the Disease of the Traitors, the worst of all. All who oppose the teachings of the Saint are Sick and Wicked. Their kind will create the end of this world and they too, must be eradicated." He closed the book and handed it back to the priest. While reading, soldiers had stepped into the Church and flanked their Commander. While the crowd inside were wearing robes and most of them were unarmed, the soldiers that stepped into the Church were heavily armed and armoured. Ariston looked at Richter and his men and dropped the facade. " 'High Officer' Richter, you are accused of conspiracy, heretic affairs, spying, treason and the killing of the Saint. Your deeds and the ones you were planning against the Prophet will hopefully be absolved with your death. This goes for your men as well, who, I'm sure, have been tainted by your lies." Ariston walked backwards slowly behind his men who closed ranks. Outside one could recognize the silouettes of the army. The men inside were vastly outnumbered. The men looked desperately at their commander Richter and at the armoured men that started walking in. They were waiting for the orders for their grim job. Many had symbolic paint on their shields and helmets. The Holy Duty was theirs. "Slaughter them. Kill them all. Spare the dragon and his boy." With these words, the first men of Richter were put down. Panick, pandemonium erupted and all tried fleeing towards the altar. This created space for the armed soldiers, but they did not advance yet. They only filled the small gangway near the entrance. The church had a stair that led to the Church tower, its roof and its chimes. The windows were high and could only be climbed if one helped another with it and they were small enough so that fat people could not crawl though it. In the back there were quarters for the monks. Appareantly it was okay to kill in a church, but seeing that Richter was there, the church was probably 'tainted' already. Outside Ariston ripped off his robes and revealed his armour. He himself would not take part in the killing. The mere presence of Richter and his friends sickened him and he was glad that the entire charade was over. Ariston took a copy of the Magnificent Adventures out of the hands of one of his officers. The fool. At last, one of the killers of the Saint was found. May he be damned. (OoC: Yes, this was planned. Sorry for forcing your hand and ruining your opportunities by posting this post. Also, this is a 'You dumb, you die' situation. )
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 28, 2010 13:39:11 GMT -6
(OoC: I knew this was coming the moment the Herald sent Richter back to Salvation Point.)
Richter drew his sword in a flash, brandishing the sharp steel in front of him. He knew it. This was a death trap. It had all been carefully orchestrated: by 'forgetting' the book, Ariston had essentially made his escape while Richter was trapped up by the altar. This was the very definition of a rock and a hard place. A sheep could only live among wolves for so long. Now, Richter would have to become a lion.
The High Officer's eyes darted around. Ariston's soldiers were pouring in the front door, and there were more outside with Ariston slowly escaping into their crowd. No! Richter needed that stone! Marcus needed to be able to transform, but running into those soldiers was a death trap considering that most of his soldiers had left their weapons in their tents. Think, Richter, THINK! There had to be a way out of this. There was always a way out.
The monks' quarters! Richter's head swiveled to the doors on the sides of the altars. While the main chapel was made of brick, the monks quarters were constructed mostly of wood like the rest of the fort had been, and it was probably charred and weakened from the fire when the Sacaen's had attack. Richter knew this, but Ariston had just gotten here an hour ago. The High Commander probably didn't know.
"Everyone, into the back rooms. Move!" shouted the pink-haired traitor.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
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Post by Marcus on Feb 28, 2010 13:47:57 GMT -6
Marcus heard Richter's call, but could not retreat with him. Being in the back of the church and closest to the door, the soldiers had swarmed around the dragon and his archer friend. Hands were reaching out and grabbing his arms and legs. Marcus felt himself being dragged out of the church and away from the struggle. Chains were clasped on his wrists and ankles and he was dragged some more. Finally, he was dropped in front of the last person he wanted to see, Ariston.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Feb 28, 2010 13:50:49 GMT -6
OOC: Why else would I abandon safety for madness? ;D
IC: "It was the Light that they had forsaken and now the seeked destruction and wickedness. It was the Disease of the Traitors, the worst of all. All who oppose the teachings of the Saint are Sick and Wicked. Their kind will create the end of this world and they too, must be eradicated."
Rayl waited during mass, and did his best from getting up and shouting in protest. After all: People were entitled to their own beliefs. While it was in the Knight's Code to respect St. Elimine and Uphold her Church...these weren't her teachings of Kindness and Understanding...these were the words of a Drunken Totalitarian Dictator!
...and then it happened. Heresy? Killers of the Saint?! Rayl put everything together, as he stood from his seat as soldiers advanced, and now that this nightmare was beginning, he could say what had been on his mind...his voice rose above the panic, causing friend and foe alike to look at him," Richter is not of the killers of the Saint: He is a victim. A Victim of the madness of those who defiled the words of our Holy St. Elimine. People like THE PROPHET!" soldiers behind him gaped, as did soldiers before him: Rayl immediately became the target of one eager soldier, who soon found a sword through his chest. After pushing the body off the thin blade, he continued," Now I say that his radicalism is the case of most grief in this world! Your Self Proclaimed, Alcohol Consuming Prophet makes it his business to tear husbands from their wives, mothers from their babes, and kills anyone who does not believe in his genocidal rampage! HIS SLAUGHTER AGAINST MANKIND!"
With this Rayl removed the helmet, and some people gasped: It was that Sir Rayl! He seemed to give off some aura of security, as he looked briefly down to Guinevere, then back to the advancing troops, who hesitated for a moment at the sight of the Heretic.
" All who have arms must stand and be ready! Your Commander Abend has served you well, has he not? Has he caused you any ill?! Nay, he has treated you like brothers, as do I to him! So Rise, my Brothers-in-Arms of Etruria, and follow your Brave Commander!" the soldiers, with the shouts of Richter and Rayl, began making their rushed way towards the Monk's Quarters, as Rayl began slowly backing up behind them, reaching down to lightly take Guinevere's hand to help her up...
...what? Sure this was a tight spot, but one still had to be a gentlemen!
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Byron
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Post by Byron on Feb 28, 2010 14:00:21 GMT -6
Byron ran to where he heard Richter yell. He had to get back to the Monk's quarters. Right before he was going to sprint, something caught his leg and he tripped, it was one of Ariston's soldiers. He struggled to get away when he felt a sharp pain is his leg, he had been stabbed in the leg. Byron screamed out, as he was taken over by many soldiers and carried out of the church.
Byron was plopped on the ground next to Marcus. The soldiers released their grasp and Byron immediately grabbed his leg and winced at the pain. Byron looked up only to see Ariston with a smirk on his face. Byron immediately wished he was back home.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Post by Elias on Feb 28, 2010 14:07:24 GMT -6
He wasn't quite sure what the man was going on about, but he listened anyway. He spoke up at front, but moved to get a book from another person and read a passage from it. Something about traitors and boring stuff that he didn't quite get... Then he started shouting and immediately this wasn't a fun little distraction anymore. He commanded the pink haired commander and his soldiers dead, a group Elias had recently aligned with.
Flinging his cloak open, Elias draws his fire tome. Dammit, I knew this church was evil! In a rare moment of clarity, the Lycian mage stopped with his little games and realized just how much danger they were all in. He... He didn't really have much experience fighting yet... But the crimson mage wasn't going to die before he even had a chance to live! They were outnumbered, out armed, and were at a serious disadvantage.
A man screamed from the benches, one who easily slayed an oncoming soldier, and then promptly removing his helm. It was a man that Elias knew. Even him, a boy who grew up in a small farming village knew about this man. It was sir Rayl, one of the heroes from the war five years ago, and one of the men Elias admired. We can't lose, not here and not with Rayl on our side. Why he was here... erm... that was unknown. But it didn't matter!
A soldier advanced towards him, noticing he was a mage and knowing that he was armed. Elias responded by flinging a fireball at the oncoming soldier. It wasn't nearly enough to take him down, but the shock of being hit with a magic spell gave him enough time to escape. He fled to the back rooms, along with everyone else, looking for an opportunity to do anything. He might of even set something on fire if it wasn't for the fact it could harm others also trying to escape.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 28, 2010 14:19:51 GMT -6
Clair had, apparently arrived just in tome for the fireworks. Subconsciously, she'd been aware that this could happen, but he (Richter) had played the part so well that she hadn't thought it would happen this soon. She expected pandemonium to break out, and wasn't disappointed, but the chaos seemed to lessen as Commander Richter, and Sir Rayl took charge of the situation.
She hadn't had time to change out of her armor before, something for which she was quite grateful now. That still left her a problem though. She had no weapon with her. In fact, it was still out with Rayl's companions. That couldn't be helped though. She'd just have to try to rearm herself somehow.
She joined the exodus of soldiers towards the back room and entered towards the back room.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Feb 28, 2010 14:22:29 GMT -6
Guinevere quickly got to her feet with Rayl's help. Everything was happening so fast. The news. The soldiers. The fact the man she had spoken to was really the great Rayl. She was angry with herself. She should have figured a way to bring her lance in with her. Never be separated from your weapon, that was rule one. She had let her love of getting dressed up get the better of her. Well, not any more.
The soldier ditched her shoes as she stood. They would just be a hinderance. She knew the best thing she could do was stay close to Rayl. He had a weapon, he was smart. Maybe he'd kill someone with a lance and she could use it. The fact that she was even hoping that someone who up to five seconds ago was a compainion was morbid to her, but things change. She balled up her fists as she started moving towards the back. If someone came for her, she wouldn't go down easy. She just hoped Rayl would be ok.
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Aevian
The "Before" years
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Post by Aevian on Feb 28, 2010 14:24:37 GMT -6
"Somethings up."
Aevian's words died with that. They may have been almost a mile out, but the camp wasn't so large that the pace of things could not be examined in this distance. At this moment, she wished she had a looking glass, that would make everything so much easier. She could see torches moving about as if ready against a raid from the dark, soldiers were preparing against someting...but what?
Aevian tsked loudly as she clutched the lance in her hand, and then looked from Aidan, to Evayl, to Lyar, to Aeros and then Elibe, before shaking her head. All she had was a bad feeling, she couldn't really hear much more than normal. Some sound carried over the distance of the plains, past those walls of Salvation Point, to which the name eluded her.
Moving to Lyar, she handed him back his axe, having no need for it now. Something was up, and Aevian didn't give pause, it was best to move forwards, and in the cover of darkness, it would be easier now to do. Looking to Aeros for a moment, her lips tightened, and then moved back to Aidan, handing him the lance to take care of.
"Looks like the pieces on the board have begun to move for themselves..." Aevian motioned with her thumb towards the camp, and then hefted her heavy steel ax into her hands, smiling dangerously. "Come, lets take a peek, if Rayl gets upset, he can blame me."
Turning back around, Aevian grinned at Aeros and bowed her head to the dragon, not meaning to be rude.
"I apologize, Dragon Aeros, if under better circumstance, I would be pleased to make your acquaintance, as I regret not doing with the other, more scornful dragon I met the other day, but with what sounds like battle, I believe you will be very able to help Rayl here.."
Aevian was stumbling for words, but as she grinned, she waved her axe over her head, and motioned forwards, if anyone could see with the darkening skies. Looking to Elibe, she smirked and motioned with her head.
"Rayl's in possible danger, best to go save him, no?"
Without waiting to see if Elibe would respond, Aevian finally took off into the grasslands below, moving at a sprint almost. it would take time to reach the forward base, no doubt Rayl could last until they all arrived, if all decided to come with her.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Feb 28, 2010 14:36:55 GMT -6
Lyar paused as his axe was passed over to him. What was going on? he let Aevian talk, and let the words sink in for him to understand. Rayl in trouble? Didn't he just go down there with Clair? Does this mean that Ariston guy found out about Richter's orders? "Commander Abend must be in danger too! SO MUST MY BROTHER!" with this, he barreled on after Aevian, drawing upon the giant wad of energy that he was gifted with at birth, soon catching up with the maiden...
...though was soon overtaken by a large brown blur that once ahead of him, the big man could see that it was Rayl's giant horse Elibe, who was hardly happy right now: It's master and friend in DANGER?!
NAY I SAY the giant horse thought as it entered into the camp. the first poor soul to see the horse thought that it must have been the horse of some wayward scout, but then he saw the shield that hung on the side of the saddle, and by the time he could put two and two together, he got two hooves to the chest sending him sprawling, as soldiers outside scrambled about and out of the way as Elibe ran all about, scaring people, trampling, it all didn't matter. At this point Elibe was gallivanting around some man with a cloaked guy in chains, as the protectors dove out of the way for fear of becoming a pancake. Elibe wouldn't be able to get into the building, but it sure could cause a hefty distraction outside...
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