Aeros
Manakete
Posts: 77
Etruria Fame: 1
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Post by Aeros on Feb 28, 2010 18:00:24 GMT -6
Things happened so fast in the world, and Aeros had yet to get used to it. Years of running, staying in sleepy small towns and areas where nobody cared and nobody needed to. Of all people, though, he should have suspected that Rayl would be at the center of everything wild and crazy. No plan was made, and in reality, Aeros liked it better that way. Even so, everyone charged down the slope before he could react, and that left him with saying a quick, "Stay safe," to Tuatara--who had been oddly but thankfully silent--and transforming into his full draconic form. This remained his calling; not wonder with works, not untraceable stealth, but the brute force of a dragon. Yet again, things picked up in pace the moment he began to react, and by the time Aeros had cleared the hill, soldiers were already being blown away by, of all things, Rayl's horse. Ignoring this section, Aeros took to the air, fanning his wings and letting out a bellow. This time, his battle shout, letting everyone know that no numbers would make them safe.
Pinpointing the spot where Richter's troops had broken out, the manakete flew over the spot, flying low to occasionally snatch a soldier and pitch them head over heels into a tent, a wall, a knot of allies. Even flying wasn't enough, and soon Aeros felt arrows begin to fly, usually skittering off of his scales, but occasionally finding a more vulnerable target. Knowing an injured or dead dragon was of little use, he flew out of the fighting, trying to find an opening.
The next event made him believe that there could be such thing as luck: the archers were intent on close, less mobile targets now, leaving him with the oh-so-distracted messenger. With no guards. On a simple, weak horse. Being a dragon had its merits. Gaining height, Aeros let out another trumpet and began to bear down on the messenger. The man turned, the archers started firing in a panic, but roughly a thousand pounds of flying scales took a considerable amount to stop. Aiming said lizard could be just as hard, even for the lizard himself. The messenger was stopped, but not in a neat fashion: the poor man, instead of being picked up and brought in as a prisoner, received the unusual shock of being knocked across the plains, horse and all. Oops. Cringing a bit at his mistake, Aeros flew over to ensure the messenger was incapacitated--not dead, fortunately--and flew back into the actions, searching for another opportunity... The tents. He had already set some on fire, but several of the biggest tents seemed to have an unusual number of guards for empty shelters. Seeing an old friend, he shouted above the pandemonium, "Richter! Weapons are over here!" The soldiers' attention flew to the talking dragon, but it was a rock and a hard place moment, and Aeros hoped Richter's soldiers would take the hint. Now or never, Richter, Rayl.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 28, 2010 18:22:06 GMT -6
Richter looked up to see a familiar dragon. "Aeros?" he thought to himself, before being interrupted by a charging soldier. He ducked the man's awkward blow, kicking out the soldier's knees and stabbing him in the gut, twisting his sword for extra effect. Richter pointed towards the tents where Aeros was signaling. "Men, if you can, to the tents! Arm and armor yourselves if possible!"
Richter dashed over the dragon, cutting a line through Ariston's forces, coming out with a few chips and gashes here and there. He hadn't been made a High Officer for nothing. Richter was a true warrior. None of these soulless, dogmatic men would stop him. Arriving at the dragon's position, Richter yelled up to the beast. "I need you to take point!" he shouted. "Break through a wall or something. This fort is a death trap and I need to get my forces out to regroup!" As much as he wanted to kill Ariston, Richter needed to get his men to safety first. He wouldn't let his bloodlust take over his better judgment.
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Evayl
The "Before" years
[M:0]
You're gonna need my help!
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Post by Evayl on Feb 28, 2010 18:30:39 GMT -6
"Yes, yes, it's a completely repairable wound." Evayl nodded pleasantly and flexed her gloved hand. "Well, first of all, we have to get rid of this fashion accessory." she said, indicating the arrow. Evayl wrapped her hand around the arrow's shaft and, with a surprising amount of strength, pulled it out quickly and relatively painlessly. She quickly waved her staff to close the wound, and that was that. "There's quite a few arrows around here. Are you sure it's safe for you to keep flying so high?" Evayl asked. "I daresay we SHOULD evacuate everyone as soon as possible, but first we have to clear a way out. I think with you, Lyar, Aevian, and Aidan, plus myself healing and this mage covering me, we can do a fine enough job of that. Right?" Evayl looked at the others. "That is, if Rayl and Commander Abend can stay alive while we're doing this."
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Post by Rayl Torien on Feb 28, 2010 18:57:05 GMT -6
Rayl did what he was born to do for some time alongside Richter...just like old times...When Aeros flew in and began to wreck havoc upon the enemy, he could only smile as he turned to his pink haired friend," And I am up TWO dragons." He was referring to Saffra, who he then remembered wasn't here...he could only hope the others were safe. Soldiers ran to the armory tents, the ones Rayl handed weapons to returned them to him, as he picked up Guinevere with a 'sorry' and chased after Richter," Alright Aeros, we need you to perform some shock and awe and help us on out of here!"
Rayl may have been able to provide others with courage just by being there, but not all the courage in the world could help them against such numbers...even when they had a dragon on their side," Richter my friend, time is of the essence."
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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 19:05:27 GMT -6
Lyar nodded to Aevian's words before he went and ran off in search of his little brother, but amidst the chaos and swatting people out of his way, it was fairly hard to find a patch of purple amidst all the red. He had to pause his search when he saw a lance wielder apparently charging that blond girl who healed him...
time to return the favor!
He once again charged forward in the carnage, and found himself tackling the man to the ground right in front of the horse rider. the two rolled around for awhile, before Lyar guillotined the man before hopping to his feet, pausing as he realized something, looking down to his side:
Where were these archers anyways? an Arrow had bounced off his shoulder armor earlier...and earlier as in a few seconds before he had just done this barreling roll around with this now headless guy. Looking back to Evayl, he beamed happily for a moment as he yanked the arrow from his side, and wiped the dead man's blood from his face," That makes us even...uhhh...Eve?" he honestly did not know her name, as he again dashed off in continued search for a little purple haired crazy little person...yes little was said twice.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Feb 28, 2010 19:25:10 GMT -6
Guinevere gasped as Rayl pulled her up onto his horse. She'd hadn't ridden on many horses but knew enough to keep one hand wrapped around Rayl. Having returned his lance, she used her own as they rode after Richter. Another swordsman jumped at them as they rode, only to have her lance pierce his chest. She pulled it out quickly as they rode as to not lose it. She still couldn't believe she was actually riding on a horse with THE Rayl, but didn't have time to dwell on it now. Right now she was just thankful that he had picked her up, no matter how abrupt. For now, at least, she was safe.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 28, 2010 20:25:10 GMT -6
OoC: Might as well consider Clair a Pegasus Knight from here. I'll have her realize that she's a knight later, and if there's any fancy stuff we can do it at a more appropriate time.
BiC: Clair heard Avian's remark about the fassion accessory, but failed to grasp it's meaning. Maybe she was hurt more than she thought she was. Everything was feeling a little numb. The healer started working on the arrow injury while Clair just sat atop Corona, realizing that she was likely very fortunate to have escaped being stuck like a pincushion.
She felt the arrow come out, and then felt her senses clearing some, restored by the power of the heal stave.
Clair heard the healer say something to her. "There's quite a few arrows around here. Are you sure it's safe for you to keep flying so high?"
It was true. Arrows were the bane of flying cavalry, but what use was a grounded pegasus rider?
She answered, feeling noticeably clearer headed. "It might be dangerous yes, but would you put an archer on the front lines? My place is in the skies, doing whatever I can do. Thanks." It was a thanks for the healing, and the concern showed.
"Our Commander's will be fighting to give the soldiers a chance to break free. That's roughly a quarter of this army. Arriston has enough soldiers to fully enclose us. Avian is right, and we need to make sure that it's possible to do so. -Ah!"
She was interupted by the whistle of an arrow and a heavy thump of Lyar crushing someone on the ground. It didn't take long for him to dispatch the fellow, but apparently he took an arrow in his side. The Pegasus rider looked around alarmed by the proximity of the shot.
While looking around, she spotted the source of the arrows. A fragmented wall not far away was serving as a rally point for archers and mages intent on attacking the forces around the back of the church. It seemed to have a wide range of effect, and it looked like there was more than one tier on the damaged structure. One had to climb multiple staircases and platforms to get to the top, unless you could fly that is. There also appeared to be a force of infantry coming from that direction trying to begin a cutoff of Richter's men.
Clair pointed to the place. "There. That structure will cut us to pieces unless we can clear it." She rode up to Aevian, and offered her hand down. "Ready to make some more use of that axe? I can get us there and Rally forces along the way."
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Feb 28, 2010 21:06:32 GMT -6
Lyar made his way to Clair's side, a smile on his face," Did someone call for some clearance?" he still owed the girl big time, and he'd evened out his debt to Evayl, so now he would for her," Alrighty then, I'll rush in fi-" he paused as he pivoted to turn around, using the momentum to quite literally slap a guard upside the head with the flat end of his axe before turning the other way and repeating it with the sharp side,"-rst, and you follow behind with her. Got it? Good!" he smiled to his friend, before raising his axe, staring down the area she indicated, and charged through the chaos, bellowing at the top of his lungs. While the archers and mages were mostly busy focusing on the GIANT TALKING DRAGON who they thought they kidnapped ( how did they know it wasn't Marcus?), some turned their attention to the shouting in time to see the big man hurdle one of the ruined structures on his way to basically turn them all into, as they thought of it, dinner for the blue haired beast.
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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 21:22:47 GMT -6
The man he was talking to had long left and joined the fray of the battle. He still wasn't completely sure as to what the heck was going on, but he caught the sight of something that interested him. It was that pegasus knight from earlier, and Aidan still held her lance. It seemed she had found an even better one in the chaos of the battle, but it would still be best to go to her. He might be able to get a more thorough run down on the situation they were all in, since he still didn't have the slightest idea.
He moved through the battlefield, blocking the occasional blow and responding with his lance when appropriate. The soldiers seemed much more focused on other people then him, a good thing since even with all this armor there was only so much he could take.
Dang it, what was her name? Did I ever hear it? He racked his brain for a moment, but nothing of use came out. "Hey, Pegasus rider!" He shouted instead, hoping to catch her attention.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 28, 2010 22:10:24 GMT -6
OoC: Clair heard Rayl call Avian, "Lady Avian" earlier, but it didn't really click that she really was royalty. So she refers to her as Avian instead of Lady Avian. For now anyway. lol
BiC: She waited for Avian's answer, agitated by the fact that Arrows could reach them. In reality, they were likely on the edge of bow range from the target, with only a few archers capable of such a shot, but that didn't help her predicament, or fear of being shot while achieving nothing. Then she heard a voice shouting at her. Sir Lowell was it?
She turned her attention to him briefly, though remained, awaiting the answer of the axewoman. "What is it? If you want to take up what happened on the plains, there's no time." She really had expected to be given the cold shoulder for escaping the way she had, and that was coloring her reactions some. In all truth, they'd been very accepting of the whole situation.
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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 22:16:41 GMT -6
Rude. Aidan looked at the woman and decided now was not the really the best time to try to be intimidating, so instead he let his stoic appearance slip momentarily. Instead he connected his sheild to his breastplate, so he could use his offhand to give the winged-horse rider her spear back. "This belongs to you." He said and held the spear out for her to take. It's not my fault you're a horrible prisoner...
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Feb 28, 2010 22:18:09 GMT -6
Tuatara knew that if he was left by Aeros that he would never see his only friend again. So when Aeros transformed and flew off, Tuatara was hanging onto Aeros' tail.
Whoooohooo! Tuatara yelled in his head as Aeros began diving at people and catching things on fire. When some guy asked Aeros to get point, Tuatara knew that it was time to let Aeros know he was there.
"Aeros! Can I climb up by your neck? I wanna help! Plus I don't wanna fall off." Tuatara began climbing up Aeros' tail, stopping periodically to keep from getting thrown off by the wind. He finally made it up to the base of Aeros' neck. "Never mind, I crawled up!"
By this time some soldier had been distracted by the site of the small orange haired boy's accent, and Tuatara got an outrageous idea. Standing, he said: "Erturians! Fear Aeros, Manakete of the south! He has shown only an once of his power!" Tuatara drew his sword. "Those under Sir Rayl and his friend, SHOW THEM WHAT WE'RE MADE OF!!!!!" Tuatara tripped and fell of of Aeros, trying to grab ahold of a talon as he fell. Aeros, help!
OoC: Yay for tripping, I like tripping.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Feb 28, 2010 22:33:48 GMT -6
Mavick walked through the fort whilst the others had their mass, uninterested in their religions nothings. Any true scholar knew that Elimine was not someone to be worshiped, but a master of magic to be respected. She must be turning in her grave to see this ludicris.
The silence was abruptly interupted by unintelligable shouts, then the sound of battle. "There were no soldiers outside..." he noted. "...Richter must have decided to defect." Time to get to work, then. Pulling his Flux tome from his satchel, the little shaman ran down the steps of the watch tower, onto the wall of the fort. "Perfect!" he spat. "Just perfect! So unstrategical!" People really irritated him. Where was Lyar? Scanning the ground below, he caught sight of his giant sibling. "I need to get his attention..." Casting his gaze around for something to use, Mavick caught sight of an archer firing arrows at troops below. "You there!" he called out, approaching the archer. "Whom do you serve? The Prophet, or Abend?" he asked.
The archer lowered his bow and looked down at the small shaman. "I am a servant of the Prophet!" He proclaimed. "Death to Abend and his band of heretics!"
"Excellent." Mavick commented. The archer, a simple minded man, simply took the shaman to be an ally, and resumed firing arrows. Mavick opened his tome to a page, and ran his fingers across the arcanic text. He felt the dark power rising from the tome, felt as it surged into his body and filled him. It was power. Pure power. So enticing, so tempting... Keeping a firm grip on his sense of self, Mavick channeled the dark power through and out his body. With a mere look at the archer, he sent the power at the man. It struck him, tearing away at his flesh, eating away all that it touched to nothingness, untill it finally ate away at its own being and destroyed itself with a burt of darkness, leaving a hole in the mans back. "I hope he notices that before someone else..."
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Feb 28, 2010 22:45:56 GMT -6
There was one thing you noticed when you charged a fortification of archers and mages: The lack of dark, elder as his brother called it, magic....and one such person was using it up top. Lyar instantly knew that it was either Love or Mavick...and no one knew who Love was so it HAD to be his brother! leaping over the next chunk of wall, crushing some poor archer underfoot, he blew past the encampment, who's focus was now on the immediate threat-
...who just ran past them...needless to say, they were INCREDIBLY confused...
...Sprinting up the stairs, Lyar pushed people out of the way, some people off the sides of the wall, as he made his way to where the black magic had been cast, and there he saw the midget magician...and a monk who was shouting:
" HERETIC! YOU WILL PAY FOR PRACTICING THE MAGICS OF EVI-" before he could finish his shouting and spell he noticed a shadow above him, and he turned around:
HOLY PROPHET WAS THAT A GIANT SHAVED BEAR?! He couldn't find out as he was kicked off the side of the wall and onto the end of some horse rider's lance, while Lyar bellowed," THAT'S...MY...BROOOOOOTHEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
...Meanwhile Rayl had to shake some dead person off his lance who fell from the sky...
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Aevian
The "Before" years
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Post by Aevian on Feb 28, 2010 22:54:58 GMT -6
As alarmed as Clair was about the arrows being shot in close proximity didn't bother her, not so much anyways. She still blew an exaggerated sigh when it didn't hit her, but when it stuck into Lyar, she grimaced with an added frown for the man. By the end of this, she may or may not look like a hedgehog with so many arrows in her. Her red eyes looked levely at the situation, so much chaos...they'd never win this fight if they could not flee.
The hand stuck out infront, having half-heard the pegasus knight speak, but she grinned, finding the idea attractive. Nodding her head, she took to the outstretched arm, and hoisted herself up onto the of the male pegaus's back with the added strength of Clair's arm.
"My axe and I always seek to dance!"
Aevian's exclamation seemed fit for someone at a ball. if she were to die, she would rather do it enjoying herself, then worrying about something she could not predict, though, thinking this way, did not make her thick headed, she knew when to cut her losses.
"Go on Hulk!" She chimed loudly at Lyar, "Dance with Death! Make him smile!"
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