Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Feb 28, 2010 14:38:55 GMT -6
It was the unmistakable sounds of battle. The clang of metal against metal, the explosions of magic, and shouts of the fallen. It was far off, very muffled, but his ears could pick up those sounds instantly. "Fighting... there's battle going on." He stood instantly to try to get a better look at the situation. He still had his lance in hand from the chaos earlier, and never bothered to put it back. Rayl and that pegasus rider had gone down there, one without weapons entirely. He didn't want to seem worried, after all he just met the two not long ago and didn't quite care much for them, but... He still didn't want anyone to get hurt. This battle had nothing to do with going to Bern, or even Bern at all. Then again... Rayl might be important in fixing Bern's problems. So maybe this concerned him more then he would like to imagine.
Aevian handed him the pegasus rider's lance, he took it with a nod and put it on his back, the same place he put his lance when he wasn't using it. "Ok, let's go." He agreed, a bit relieved he didn't have to move off on his own. He was planning on doing it... but he was genuinely relieved when Aevian took up the leader position instead.
He looked over at the other people in this small ragtag group, and then back down to Aevian who was hurrying down to the battle. He hesitated for a moment but decided to hurry along and followed her. He moved as fast as he could, trying to ignore that feeling of falling you get when going down a hill. The blue haired man and Horse hurried past him, and Aidan cursed himself for being so slow... I just hope I don't trip. The last time I rolled down a hill I had a headache for two days...
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 28, 2010 14:55:24 GMT -6
Richter saw Byron and Marcus get captured by Ariston's men, but there was nothing he could do. Attempting to save them now would be suicide, and frankly, the lives of his soldiers came first.
What was truly, surprising, however, was the soldier who had been sitting in the pew next to Guinevere. Rayl, of all people, had been sitting right under his nose! How long had he been with them? Richter knew all the soldiers from Salvation Point, so he must have joined after that. Had he come with them after the chaos in Ostia? It didn't matter. Richter was just glad to see an old face; a comrade from before the lies and the deception. Back when Richter had just been a mercenary with a chip on his shoulder.
Rayl's appearance and speech had inspired Richter's men, and for that, Richter could thank him. The pink-haired heretic was no good at speeches. He was a fighter, and sometimes a politician, but inspiring the hearts of others through words, that was out of his reach. The stories of Rayl, the anti-Prophet, were constantly on the words of people, and for a group that had the weight of the Prophet bearing down on them violently, having his presence with them was obviously up-lifting.
The monks' quarters were fairly large, but for all of the soldiers that were piling in, things got tight fast. Quickly, Richter began searching the walls for a weakness, an imperfection, any part that would give way under force. He ran his fingers over the wood, feeling the dents and cracks, until he found a large crack on the black, charred wood. There it was!
"Stand back!" shouted Richter, stabbing his sword into the wood. Grasping the handle with both of his hands and began to push upon the blade like a lever. The wood of the wall began to splinter and crack under the pressure. Heaving and pushing, Richter began to place more and more weight on his blade, breaking the wall more and more. Once the wood had been efficiently weakened, the swordsman removed his sword, then with a deep breath, kicked the wall with full force, smashing the wood and knocking the wall away. The splintered wood created an opening large enough for four men to stand in.
As the sun met Richter's eyes, he stepped out into the dirt and grass of Sacae. Behind the church was a small company of soldiers, armored, but not suspecting a company of men to burst out of the back of the building. Needless to say, they were caught off guard. Richter thrust his sword high into the sky. "Raid the tents! Grab a weapon if you need it! Let's show these butchers the true meaning of eradication!"
With a burst of speed, the heretic leader sprinted forward, leaping into the air and thrusting his sword into the chest of a soldier who had been scrambling for his spear. The man gurgled and slumped to the ground under the weight of his assailant. Richter, prying his sword from the dead Etrurian's ribcage, stood up. As much as he hated to admit it, Ariston had caught Richter with his pants down. Now Richter was catching Ariston with his down. "These men are the butchers of Ostia! Show them no mercy!"
On their leader's orders, Richter's men began to charged the surprised company, wrestling with them for their weapons. Others ran to the tents, looking for something to fight with. In a military camp, a weapon was not hard to find, and these were all trained soldiers. Quickly, Richter turned to Rayl. "We'll catch up later, my old friend. For now, help me find Ariston! I want to see my blade thrust between that Prophet-slave's eyes."
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Post by Kraft on Feb 28, 2010 15:19:45 GMT -6
Ariston smiled violently at the two men his men had captured. "Get these pigs on the cart, we're moving to our other fort. Guard them well." He then heared things he had not expected. He had expected squealing, yelling, gurgling, but not roaring. Not steel against steel. Not the cracking of wood, not the sound of... resistance. But still, his men outnumbered the traitors three to one and they wore armour. This should be a victory. But there was a problem. He had strict orders to not let anyone escape. The Prophet had bigger plans with the bodies. He grunted and spat. He was a veteran. He had seen wars, he had slain undead, he had been through the most rough training a man could undergo. And more importantly, he had a divine mission. No measly mercenary and his riffraff could be allowed to beat him. And then the news hit him. Rayl was here. He almost thought of the title 'Sir' since most men called him that, but he remembered very well that Rayl was a heretic and leader of the damned. He too was a saint-killer. This was it. He could do what no agent, soldiers, assassin or warrior had ever succeeded in. Religious fever started flowing through his vains, but still he kept a clear head. "YOU!" He barked at one of his many assisstant officers. "Get on your bloody horse and get the Herald to send more men! Rayl the wicked is here. Probably with an army." He then turned to one of the High Officers. "Man the walls! Don't let anyone in!" The walls were in bad state, but was still a formidable advantage to the defenders. Ariston turned to look at the cart that carried the dragon and his friend. He was too late, it had already departed alongside with thirty heavily armed men and mages. He gritted his teeth in anger and then looked at the commotion. The initial suprise had supplied the rebels with weapons, but the advantage was still on his side. Together with his personal guard he started to run, straight to the action. This would be a glorious day, indeed. (OoC; of course y'all saw it coming. I hinted at it often enough )
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Evayl
The "Before" years
[M:0]
You're gonna need my help!
Posts: 56
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Post by Evayl on Feb 28, 2010 15:23:41 GMT -6
Evayl needed no orders once she heard someone say that battle had begun. She threw herself onto Mely's saddle and spurred her steed. "Everyone, stay together!" she shouted. Whatever this battle was about, whoever had started it, there was danger. And she, personally, did not care to be in harm's way. But, if Rayl was in danger, she would be needed.
Evayl caught up to Aevian and Lyar quickly enough, and saw Elibe run out ahead of them. "What are we going to do? We have to find Rayl and 'Commander Abend'." she said, using the name that Lyar had just mentioned. She didn't know who this Commander Abend was, but apparently he was important enough. "Lyar, you're the only one who knows anything about what is happening here. You should lead us to where you believe we should go."
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Post by Rayl Torien on Feb 28, 2010 15:29:13 GMT -6
"To Arms! Follow your Commanders!"
Rayl lead Guinevere outside with the others, and after giving a nod to his old war buddy, he swatted an incoming sword aside, put two fingers to his lips and whistled. The duo's assailant got ready for a second assault and charged at the knight and his lady companion...but was soon crushed under hoof of a massive and VERY angry horse. Without a word, Rayl saddled up and tossed his sword to one of Richter's men, as he did with his axe. He then readied his new lance, before holding his other out to Guinevere," Be careful with it, it holds...sentimental value to me." he smiled before he swatted an incoming swordsman with his Shield, knocking him backwards, Dazed.
"READY UP, BROTHERS OF ETRURIA! SHOW NO MERCY TO THOSE WHO WILL SHOW NONE THEMSELVES!" Rayl rode off a bit in the distance, and soon returned brandishing his own armor, standing out as his armor shone even in the dimming light.
....a beacon for those lost in the darkness. There were too many, Rayl knew this, but he knew they could make a break for it...he had help from above...A Silver Lining.
OOC: Silver lining? More like SILVER AIRLINER! GO AEROS! ... ... ...assuming he gets his butt on...
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Feb 28, 2010 15:48:24 GMT -6
Gwen nodded as she accepted the lance from Rayl. Normally, she'd be exceptionally taken back by being given a lance by such a legendary soldier. But not today. Spinning the lance around over her head quickly to get a feel for it, she dropped down into a battle stance. Not caring that she was still in a dress, she charged at a nearby swordsman. To her surprise and happiness, it was the pig who kept giving her so much grief. The man gave a grin. “Ah, my Gwenie. I’m sure the High Commander wouldn’t mind me taking a spoil of war. I’m going to enjoy this.”
He moved towards Gwen, who raised her lance. As he raised his sword to strike, she trusted her lance into his chest. His eyes widened as she pushed it deeper in. “You’re right. I did enjoy it.” She yanked the lance out of him as he fell to the ground. He looked up at her, gasping. “Oh, and my name’s not Gwenie. It’s Guinevere.” She drove the butt of her spear into his face, knocking him out. With a smirk to herself, she hurried to her tent. Once inside, she quickly changed out of her dress and into her armor. She threw all her extra stuff into her bag, tossed it on, and hurried back out. Spotting Rayl, she moved towards him, figuring near him was a safe place to be.
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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.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Feb 28, 2010 16:08:56 GMT -6
Flames sparked from the tips of his fingers and he hurled fireballs at a soldier that about to attack someone else with a deadly sword, luckily catching him before the blow connected. He was fortunate enough to have escaped the evil church, along with everyone else, and was in the good fortune to have had all of his battle items on him at the time. So he decided to help guard the soldiers while they were getting their weapons and armor, as an unarmed soldier was no better at fighting then he was without his book.
The man he attacked... wasn't quite dead and he rushed at the mage, his sword in hand. "Oh cra-" Without even having enough time finish, he came at him with singed armor and burnt hair. Elias was barely able to sidestep the thrust, the blade knicking his arm and tearing a bit of his robe in the process. Without even taking a chance to breath, Elias followed with another fire spell, point blank and in his face.
Just before it went off, he could see the surprise in the man's eyes, the explosion engulfing his entire body. He fell to the ground, burnt and... dead... This was... the first man he's ever killed... But he could feel guilty about it later, now was definitely not the right time to start freaking out.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 28, 2010 16:10:56 GMT -6
Clair caught a glance of her Commander at the back of the room, but a sound from above caught her attention. It was a familiar sound that should never have sounded from the inside of the church. She realized that it was coming from a doorway on a side passage, and ran to the door to find a SPIRAL STAIRCASE. Looking up as she heard a horses neigh from above, she saw a white winged pegasus come careening down the stairs.
"Corona!-" She wasted no time in climbing aboard as the pegasus came to a halt, and rode back up, fluttering his wings to assist in balance and lift. They came out on the top of the roof, and from there she could make out some of the chaos. It looked like The soldiers had forced their way out the back of the chapel. That would help with maneuvering, but once the opposing army started moving, they would be able to come at Richter's division from all sides.
The squire continued looking. There were even soldiers on the ruins of the walls. Well, staying on the roof of this building won't accomplish anything. Corona launched off the building and swept along the top of one of the walls where archers were beginning to gather, hooves like hammers on the archers who were, as yet, unaware of their danger.
A few managed to fire shots off at her, and she gritted as she felt a shot penetrate the back of her shoulder. It was blunted slightly by the armor she was still wearing, but it still felt awful. After the strafe on the wall she swept around, to the outside of the wall, to the plains, out of reach of the soldiers on the wall.
Wait. Hadn't Sir Rayl's companions been out here? And Lyar? Didn't they still have her weapon?! She ignored the pain of the arrow and the red staining the robe she was wearing as best she could, and flew off to find them.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Feb 28, 2010 16:25:43 GMT -6
The battle became more and more clear the closer he got, and he could see soldiers fighting what looked like fancily dressed men who were completely unarmed. That was low, he didn't know who's side was who's, or well... anything. But that didn't stop him from wanting to take action. He moved as fast as his heavily armored body could carry him, his lance held back and ready for lunging, he put all that momentum gathered from hurrying down the hill into one, strong, thrust. The spear skewered the man with the sword as it punched through his armor and into his flesh.
I probably won't be able to do that again... The knight yanked his lance from the man's corpse and readied it for another. Turning his head towards the man he just saved, he saw him taking the slain man's weapon and taking off his armor. "What's going on here?"
"Ariston has betrayed us all!" He said frantically. "He tried to butcher us as we were unarmed and helpless."
"Horrible..." Aidan muttered to himself. "What brought this on?"
"Thank you knight." He added, after he was armored and ready for battle. "Ariston declares Commander Abend as a traitor, and all his soldiers tainted. We were to be slaughtered, but then Sir Rayl..."
"Rayl?" It wasn't surprising he was involved in all this. What surprised him more was the name 'Abend' He... he knew it from somewhere.
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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 Feb 28, 2010 16:42:54 GMT -6
Lyar had made it down the hill roughly the same time as Aevian and Evayl, and kept charging through scanning for Mavick, which was hard...having to look for a small person on a battlefield with everything moving everywhere for every reason...He saw a cart with some people in it, heavily guarded, and Richter chasing down that Ariston guy...
Lyar was easily able to pick out who's side was who by how they were armed, dressed, and the sort. He soon met up with the lance wielder he met and saved in Ostia, and the two continued forward, when an enemy spearman charged Richter at his side. Letting our a roar which shocked the man, he soon found him self getting tackled and slammed into the ground, face smashed against a stray brick from a ruined building," Commander Abend! We've brought some reinforcements! Where's my brother?!"
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Evayl
The "Before" years
[M:0]
You're gonna need my help!
Posts: 56
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Post by Evayl on Feb 28, 2010 16:56:19 GMT -6
Evayl followed the other three into the battlefield, and immediately regretted this decision. There were plenty of wounded, and she could scarcely tell who she should help and who to run past. She gave Mely a little ruffle on her mane and scanned the area. Sacae. So beautiful. Now it was just hell.
Evayl followed Lyar at a steady pace, her eyes darting around for any sign of- Rayl! She saw his armor, and knew that, for now at least, he was safe. Evayl's thoughts were interrupted by a large flame that skittered nearby. She whipped her head around and saw a mage in red fighting a soldier. The mage won, but was wounded. Evayl charged forward and was by his side in an instant. "Hold still." she said sternly. Evayl touched his shoulder with her staff, and the wound closed up. "Get on my horse. As payment for my healing, you shall be my guard. Well, hurry up then." she snapped. Evayl looked up at the walls, where she saw archers and other various ranged fighters. And something...aha!
The pegasus girl! So that's where she went off to. And she was alive. And yet...yes, Evayl could see that she was wounded. Silly girl. She lifted her heal staff and made it shine, briefly. Nowhere near as powerful as a Torch, but a small glint that could be seen. Any healer could do it. And she appeared to be the only one...Oh well. More gold.
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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.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Feb 28, 2010 17:09:26 GMT -6
He felt the wound on his arm, it wasn't serious but it bled. It was hard to see, seeing as the color of blood was also the color he was always wearing, but he could feel it on his hand. He was... really kinda scared. This was his first real fight, and the possibility of death lurked everywhere. Suddenly, and a bit randomly, a horse riding healer came up to him and healed his wound.
Still, he couldn't help but agree. She did heal him and she was quite helpless in battle. It would be best if someone could protect, and who would be better at such a job then the crimson mage? He climbed up on the horse, and for a brief moment felt like a mage knight. He never rode a horse before though, so hopefully this doesn't turn into a tragedy. "Gotcha fair maiden, I will protect you with my life." He failed being the best soldier when this attack happened, if he was a good soldier he wouldn't of been included in the attacked. He wouldn't of attacked either if ordered, so that was a bust. But what he could be an awesome bodyguard.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 28, 2010 17:16:24 GMT -6
Richter's blood rose as he rushed another soldier. The man deflected the assaulting heretic's attack, but could not halt the fury of the scorned High Officer. The soldier was quickly brought to his knees by a swift, decapitating strike. His head rolled to the ground and blood spurted from his neck like a fountain celebrating Richter's immediate victory over death. It was a hollow victory, though, as many more of Ariston's men were approaching.
No time to run back to his tent, Richter reached down, unfastening the armor off of the fallen soldier's body. He quickly strapped on the man's pauldrons, gauntlets, and greaves. They were both a bit small for him, but it was better than being completely unarmored. As he finished up, Lyar approached, asking for his brother. "Mavick should be in the crowd with the others!" he shouted over the din of battle. "Go find him!"
He nodded to Lyar, then ran off towards Rayl, who was now clad in armor. "I hope you have a plan!" yelled the pink haired warrior, "because right now, I'm down a dragon and we're surrounded with nowhere to go."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 28, 2010 17:48:14 GMT -6
Clair searched, skimming the ground to avoid the worst of the wind resisting them. Corona was pressing through the wind admirably, but it still took longer than what she wanted. Once close enough, she realized that they had left the hill from before.
"Corona! We have to return to the army! Pegasus knights can harass armies better than most." Was she getting a little light headed?
Corona rose up into the skies and, this time, the wind to carried them along at a swift pace. They covered the distance back in a few mere minutes. This time the speeding Pegasi used his speed to his advantage, sweeping in low and and flying up close along the wall, unseen by most atop it. They slowly began rising, until the pegasus gave a great flap of his wings and rose above the edge of the wall.
Some of Richter's division had climbed this wall and were skirmishing atop it. Clair saw it then. Two soldiers were engaged, and one in armor was about to get the better of a robed fighter. The Prophet loyalist lifted his cruel weapon, made specifically for rending and killing, ready to strike. What he didn't see was that it was right in Corona's way!
They were moving too fast to slip aside, so Clair did the only thing she could to try and keep it from hitting her. She put her arm out. As they blew past, the killer lance found it's way right into her grip, and the impact caused her hand to fasten tight around it. Pain seared her shoulder, the injury nearly forgotten with all the adrenaline pumping in her blood. Never the less, she held on and laughed in a combination of pain and amusement as she tore his weapon from his grip.
She didn't see the outcome of that fight though, as Corona decided now was the time to dive. A hail of arrows flew past where she'd been, as she sped off atop the pegasus.
She finally spotted something she recognized. A woman who had accompanied Rayl, and was that the Red statue man with her? She landed and saw the healing staff.
"You're with Sir Rayl aren't you?" Why was it so cold here? "Can you fix this?" she said gesturing to the arrow.
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Aevian
The "Before" years
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Posts: 114
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Post by Aevian on Feb 28, 2010 17:54:31 GMT -6
Aevian could see the flames much closer now...it was a church, she didn't need to guess of who's it was. Sacaens as she was told by her mother, were "Pagans" for not believing in the word of St. Elimine, or atleast the tribe where she came from was. They believed in the Mother Earth and Father Sky...and so she did too. Aevian frowned at the burning structure, and followed Lyar, not too closely, and watched as the muscled man cleaved the spearman with that axe of his, warranting from her a pleased smile.
"Glad to see someone uses it with class.."
It was a half sarcastic remark from her, but she did mean that he did use it well. Aevian tilted her eyes now at this 'Commander Abend' and the name didn't ring any bells in her head. This must be the rebellious leader she had been hearing about over the walls some time ago.
She knew time wasn't for introductions, so she set about, holding her axe like she did a sword, ready to strike when the need arise. When she looked at Rayl, she almost mistook him as an enemy, and would have cleaved him in two, but she stayed her blade, as this Abend fellow addressed him almost with a familiarity, yet with some panic due to what was going on.
Another man came close to her, this time he was unfriendly as he brandished his sword and swung at her, catching her slightly off guard. Aevian ducked under the high-swung blow, and took the steel axe, brought it in an upwards strike, and landed the large blade into his mid section. The man almost began to embrace her axe to hold it against himself, but with a firm kick to his chest, she ripped her blade from his body, clicking her tongue in disgust.
Hearing the Pegasus land, she raised an eyebrow at the arrow in Clair's shoulder and laughed a little bit, motioning with a free hand.
"You should keep it in! It's a wonderful fashion accessory!"
Grinning, she she shook her head and looked back to Rayl and this commander fellow again, and stepped forwards, abreast of Lyar, though noticeably shorter.
"This is not a fight we can win, so few cannot take on so many, not when the terrain doesn't favor us, we should retreat before they surround us completely..."
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