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Post by Marle Daviau on May 5, 2010 19:10:16 GMT -6
Trying her best to shake away those fears, she too, held up a Gauntleted fist into the air at her own ranked troops, and then went down infront of them all, helmet under her arm and tucked against her breastplate. Before she would issue the marching orders, she scanned her eyes over the few who stood directly infront of her. Most knew enough to avert their gaze to stare forwards, but there were some who looked at her own. She wasn't going to start being a hard-ass now, but instead, she flashed a knowing smile, a comforting look to them all, and nodded.
"Good eyes, all of you, come, lets get going."
Snatching off her glove, she put two of her fingers in her mouth and made a sharp whistle, and motioned with the glove in her other hand to move out, leading forward infront of them all. Sighing lightly, she felt a touch ridiculous, for what she said. Who was she, to pretend like she had real combat knowledge. She had fought brigands, sure, but this was going to be her first real attack, most of the other times, it was all defensive from her point of view.
Shaking her head, she looked up and saw a group of Pegasus in the sky, flying circles over the three columns of soldiers. They were the messengers that would be needed, and scouts first before that.
It didn't take long to catch up to the other two groups, the look of them all looked like hardened fighters, mostly of men much like her own group. Women fighters weren't discouraged, but men just seemed more adept at that kind of lifestyle, while women simply adopted into it, and that didn't bother her at all.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 7, 2010 21:29:13 GMT -6
Time passed, and the steady drumming of marching with thin snow underfoot kept a rhythm unto itself. The one-hundred or so men kept a steady pace a few miles south, about eleven or so to the mountains now. They'd make it by dusk, that much she knew, if there wasn't a snag to be hit. The flapping of heavy Pegasus wings drew Marle's eyes up, and into the sun, which immediately, she closed them, seeing burnished flecks on black behind her closed eyelids, which seemed to dance every time her gaze wandered. Breathing a tough exhale, the cold of her steel armor made a shiver as a patch touched bare skin.
Looking back over her shoulder, Marle began to study the faces of the people under her sole command, and kept that worried expression fresh on her face, not bothering trying to hide it with a mask, or behind that of her helmet. Ilia was tough, that she knew, but she had a few years on some of them before she first had to fight...but they signed their lives to the army, it was no longer in their hands now.
Trying to dismiss her thoughts with a shrug, she turned her head back to face the front, rubbing a bit of frost off her breastplate, and noticed that the people infront were starting to slow down, and eventually halted in the middle of the 'road.' Blinking in wonder, Marle made the motion to signal a halt, and then proceeded to the front, where Avram was stooped over a snow-covered body missing a hand. Her didn't look up at her, instead, he saw her boots, and matched a name to their owner.
"Man's been four days dead, Lady Knight." with a shake of his head, he raked back his hair. The cold didn't seem to bother him, wearing a sleeveless shirt as he did. "They leave out traitors or deserters, or, well, anyone who challenges their leader's authority with a hand missing, but instead of taking the man and leaving him as a representation, they leave the hands tied up instead, and leave the bodies to the animals who find it."
Tai strode up, and as soon as he saw the body, a soft scoff was given, and he headed back, followed by two robe-clad monks.
"Atleast we know we're in the right direction, come on, we should make it by the time the sun begins to set."
Both the mercenary and Marle turned back to their battle-groups, and proceeded the march. They were close now. Blood will be spilt in time, best to savor the moments still alive. The walk was boring enough to allow the mind to stray, afterall.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 13, 2010 23:02:03 GMT -6
The day progressed further, and so did the anxiousness of the men and women in the army. The sun was on it's descent into dusk, a golden and orange glow filled the sky, with mixed reds and purples. Tai had already broken away from the column, heading towards his appointed camp, as had Avram and so too Marle. The ride was short, but she knew when the group she was with crossed into enemy territory...there was no physical evidence, but the feeling the woods brought out in the rolling hills leading to the mountainside was...unsettling.
With weapon drawn, Marle proceeded with caution, and the young group behind her broke off from the march, also with weapons in hand, began to spread and fan out. Minutes passed, but the woods began to thin, and fires were seen. Torchlight. She could see figures, too, from the distance. They were large and bulky frames, but they were also sleek in some, carrying weapons, of which, she could not figure out. Her company sat on it's haunches in the treeline behind her, prepared and ready for the oncoming combat. Darkness settled quickly in the area, soon, silhouettes on the back of wooden buildings within the bandit's settlement bristled with the life that only fire could provide in the night.
It was hard to see from her point of view, but the faces of those that were closest looked ready, but most looked scared, especially the youngest of them to her left shoulder, clutching his sword tightly in his hands. He was concerned with his life, but the group would work together to keep themselves strong. They would fight together, because if they fought for themselves, they would die. Reaching over, she grabbed his shoulder, but the young man jumped at her touch, and gave her a startled look.
"Just stay close. I'll be your shield."
Flashing a smile, she picked up her weapon, lance in hand, she crept forwards towards one of the sentries who had his back towards the wood, a dangerous choice for him. Her armor was oddly silent for once as she made her way closer by herself, and once in range, Marle leveled her lance out over her other arm like one would brace an arrow before firing, and then struck with ease, piercing the heavy set man's throat, earning a croak from him as he slowly suffocated to death on his own blood. However, her attack didn't go unnoticed, as a stringy fellow with a another man walked around the building, and saw the deed done, and called out.
"Damn it...Intruders! Intruders!"
Marle couldn't hear it, the people rising to get their weapons and exit their buildings, but she had no doubt it was happening. A Loud bell began to sound moments later, and there was little else to do. Raising her bloodied weapon into the air, she took a torch from the ground the man apparently dropped, and also waved it.
"Rise up! Attack! Put down the curs!"
her troops poured out of the forest, weapons raised, and yelling with fervor, as if trying to make themselves courageous with mighty battle cries. Smirking, Marle leveled her gaze at the two who sounded the alarm, and posed herself in a dangerous martial fashion, showing she knew how to fight, and tossed the torch onto one of the buildings, which took to flame quickly. Now all that was left to do was fight, and survive.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 14, 2010 10:45:35 GMT -6
The battle had begun, and there was little more to think on or do. With lance pointed down to the ground at her side, held along her arm during the charge, she lowered the face of her helmet, so only the green eyes could be seen outside the blue helmet with gold trimming. The smaller man too, with sword in hand came at her, raising his voice in a try for valiance, spitting at her along the sprint, followed closely by his larger friend with axe on his shoulder. Over the short distance, Marle pulled from her back, her shield, and strapped it into her left hand, and met the first man with ease, slamming straight into hi, and running him over, stepping onto his body with cold steel boots, hearing a gasp, mixed with a cry of pain from being stepped on the belly.
Marle continued forward, the impact of the man against her didn't stop her in the slightest, and she followed into the man with the axe, who had begun to remove it from resting on his shoulder, and took a quick swipe downwards at the young knight. Her reinforced shield lifted and caught the blow, and held him there for the time being, very short time as it was, and swept low with her lance, catching his feet, but the fellow was sturdy, and would not be swept off of them. Instead, she struck his ankle, which caused him to shift his weight from off of it, and allowed Marle to follow up with lance point striking to his side, only to have the fellow jump back, limping from the bruise he surely had.
Almost having forgotten the first man, Marle just turned her head to see she had gotten into the middle of them, and this spry fellow was just beginning to stand up, wiping his lip of spittle, and gave a coarse cough like one who had smoked too much with his pipe. With a grunt, Marle flashed eyes between the two, trying to find a way to watch them both at the same time. There was little time to assess here, as the fellow with sword high, came and took a swipe at her, which Marle just began to dodge around with quick footwork, as the second larger man brought his weapon in, and then as he was about to move at her, he jerked, and then arched his back, as steel came out through his ribs.
The child whom Marle had comforted was there, as the bandit fell to his knees, and then onto his face, holding his bloodied sword, but shaking as he did so. This was no time for babying him, not in a fight, she nodded her head in thanks, and focused her attention on the one left.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 14, 2010 20:09:20 GMT -6
By now the clashing of steel against steel was well in the air, as well with pillars of smoke. Cries of anguish mixed with cries of pain were hard to discern from one another from where she was. Marle motioned the boy off as she took to fighting the one remaining foe, twisting her lance up and down with the use of her two middle fingers against the shaft of her weapon, as her opponent and herself slowly circled around eachother, Marle making sure to take slow, steady steps.
The first move was her own, as she walked calmly, trying to deter the man as she seemed in no rush with shield infront, but to her side somewhat so she had room to strike with the other arm. Twisting her lance in hand, she drove it forwards in a powerful lunge, which was easily caught and deflected down and away from her by the swordsman. The bandit wasted no time moving into her strike zone, and made a quick flash of his blade to cut through her chest. The man however did not take into account her shield, which came up beside him, just as his sword struck her chest and bounced off the heavy plate, and had one of the triangle's points hit him in the neck, which made the fellow crumple on the ground as if his bones disappeared.
Marle's eyes followed as he clutched the flowing wound, and staring at her in defiance till the end, until the point of her lance sank into his heart.
Grunting, Marle took a moment to look around, and then proceeded forwards alone for the moment. The fighting was still ongoing, but minutes passed it felt like, and Marle had yet to find anyone. Looking at a split between the buildings, she gazed down quickly and saw nothing, but then down the other, and saw her people fighting with a group of men in tattered clothes. Frowning, she rushed down to give aid. Time like this, she wished she had purchased some javelins. Still, Marle propped up the lance, and gave it a toss as she would have a javelin, watching it soar oddly through the short distance and sink into a chest, blade breaking a rib with it's impact. The action bought a small relief as the attackers seemed dazed, which allowed Marle's company to counter-attack, though two were already cut down by enemy swords.
Marle reached the line, and as she went to grab her lance, a blocky bandit caught her arm with his sword, and slashed through the bracer into her skin, which had Marle pull back clutching her wound as blood dripped to the ground, she used her shield to guard her from a second attack, a loud resounding ring, then another, and another. The man was hammering on top of her shield as she was pushed back with the rest. Men and women fell slowly around her, on both sides. Finding a respite in the attack, she pushed forwards, slamming the sword away with her shield, and followed up with a punch to the man's nose with her injured arm, which hurt almost as much as the broke nose would feel for him. Reaching her weapon, and pulling it out from the dead bandit's chest, she brought it home, with a swipe at his exposed hip, and buried the lance's tip into the stomach of the blocky bandit.
Slowly, the fighting around her began to stop, but there was still fighting all around. Looking to the others around her, Marle gave an approving nod, and looked back behind her.
"We need to regroup. There's many around us, and if we keep at this rate, we're going to be overwhelmed."
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 20, 2010 15:36:34 GMT -6
About an hour had passed, after the regrouping had begun. The fighting was ongoing and continuous. Young men and women fought at the front, keeping back the vast number of bandits, much more than were thought previously. Marle was with them, bracing against blow after blow with her shield, and thrusting into open spots in the enemy lines, scoring strikes where her lance could. A soft calm had now settled though, and here and there, the injured rested, some with cuts or gashes, with helpful soldiers and medics rubbing vulnerary salves on open wounds...this was not going so well.
A Pegasus' wings beat in the air, and landed not to far away from Marle. With night upon them, all was dark, aside from the massive bonfires that were once buildings. With helmet off, the young knight looked to the girl who rode the winged horse as she dismounted, and gave a small salute. She was short, only up to Marle's shoulders.
"Priest Tai's forces have been routed, and are falling back. Master Avram has destroyed one camp, and is on way to assist the priest. They give orders to hold until they have secured and conquered the other camp, afterwards, they will be on their way to assist you here, Lady Knight."
With a bow, the Pegasus Knight retreated to her mount, and took off before Marle could sputter. Hold them off? Alone? Half of her troops were dead or wounded. There was only a few of them left now, guarding this fairly sizable log building as a fortress. It was amazing how they hadn't set flame to it yet, it wouldn't be hard.
With a sigh, Marle ran a gauntleted hand through her hair, which was now quite greasy with sweat and blood. Her armor was covered with deep nicks in the steel from where swords and arrows impacted. Unlike her troops, she was a bit better than them. She had a few cuts and bruises of course, but thanks to the armor, she had come out better. Her shield however, was almost completely useless, it wouldn't last for too much longer.
Licking her lips, and looking around warily, she tried not to meet the eyes of the wounded, but she did give re-assuring smiles, as if she knew that things would be alright, but there was no way to be certain.
As Marle just began to make her rounds, a loud crash that sounded drowned , like as if all sound was being sucked towards it, startled the knight. It took a moment for her to regain composure, but she seemed a bit lucid. The ground? How did I get... Marle shook her head as she began getting to her knees, only to see a man rushing towards her, which caused panic to rise. The young knight got to her feet, scrambling for her lance, just in time to stab it deep between the lower part of the brigand's chest. The man looked a little stunned as he slumped against her propped weapon that had it's butt in the ground.
With a swing of her lance, Marle steadied herself and tossed the fellow off her blade, and peered at the large hole in the wall, and past it, she could see men outside, rushing forwards, with fire in the background, but one figure stood out amongst the rest. A figure in dark robes, with gold and bright purple trim. Face hidden by a dark hood. Marle felt fear...she had heard something of dark magic only in rumor...but she was told it was an evil source of magic...
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 24, 2010 12:35:16 GMT -6
Slowly, Marle's world came back to her, fuzzy but there. her eyes drifted from the shadow-clad figure standing outside the wall with flames flicking behind him. Marle just wished she could see a face behind that cowl, something to put him to, so she could know who this great murderer was. She got nothing however. once she was fully collected, she went up to the hole, which was wide enough for four large men if they were shoulder to shoulder, and looked out. There were a few others with him, tapping their weapons in hand eagerly, awaiting the command to slaughter those that were left inside, the turtle who's shell was broken.
Marle took a quick glance around her, and saw none begin rising, or even move. Those who were with her were either dead, or unconscious, which was no better than being dead. Gritting her teeth, Marle tried to show some backbone, though fear was plain on her face as the blood that ran down her cheek from a gash at her eye.
"Who are you?"
The man lifted his head, and she could only see a bit of his face, the darkness made it hard, but the flames around helped illuminate for her. His look, from what she could see, was...anger...he was upset, of course he would be, she attacked him afterall.
"Ilian dog! You dare ask my name!?"
Immediately, a sphere of black and what seemed to be purple, formed in his hand about the size of a head, and tossed it towards her with a full throwing motion. Marle had little time to assess the threat and act, her mind was slowed from the concussive force of the previous explosion. Going by instinct, she rose her shield, just as the sphere hit, and she could feel it crumple in her hand. Just when she thought the attack was over, another explosion, which blew the shield completely out of her grasp, taking her arm along with it, until Marle let go and let it fly.
When the shield blew out of her hand, it pulled at her shoulder, and she gave a scream of pain, dropping her lance and putting a hand to her shoulder. it wasn't disconnected, but it was extremely close to being so. With a triumphant look, a smug grin, the shaman took a step nearer, tome in his left hand, and another ball of energy growing in size.
"Such a backwards country...truely the Goddess has turned her back on you. None shall be spared, your lives are a stepping stone to greatness!"
The shaman stepped closer, as if ready to deliver his final stroke and have her killed, walking almost right up to her. Just as he pulled back his hand to throw the orb at her, Marle rushed forwards and caught him by surprise, leveling him with a heavy gauntleted fist, which dropped him to the ground. The energy dissipated thankfully, an explosion that close by might kill them both.
Scrambling away and back to his feet, he clutched his jaw, looking indignant to her defiance, unbelieving she would have hit him.
"You touched me! You touched me with your filth! Kill her! Slaughter her!"
bending down for her weapon, Marle took it into grip, pained by her left shoulder, but she would have to fight through the pain, she had to protect those that were still alive...she had to.
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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 May 24, 2010 16:04:05 GMT -6
"Eiris No Les Tolaeme!" A small, almost beamlike stream of fire erupted from what seemed like the sky. It looked like a ray of the sun, as it sped quickly to the earth. Smashing into the earth, it unleashed a large concussive explosion. This ray of flame was aimed right in the center of a group of bandits The flame themselves wouldn't be too hot, but the force was enough to send some bandits staggering. Just as they turned to see where this rather random attack came from, a small red form fell out of the sky and landed in a kneeling position. A few people looked at each other as the boy stood up. He flared his arms out and gave a dramatic point, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Ahah! Dynamic entry successful! The Crimson Mage calls upon you to stand down heathens, before you bring upon the wrath of JUSTICE!" He may have had to climb and jump out of the tree first, but it was so worth it for that kinda entrance. That's the things people will be talking about forever.
"Sod off kid." One of the bandits dismissed him, but another (a particularly crispy looking one) jumped in. "No, let's kill this little kid. He will be red with his own blood by the time I'm done with him." He held his axe menacingly, bloodlust in his grin.
"No, it is YOU who should Sod off. I'll paint YOU with the red of blood! You have no hope anyways, the good guys always win."
"I don't know who the sod this kid thinks he is, but I wanna kill'em anyway." The first one said, looking at the burnt bandit.
Elias looked, he was a bit from the fort and was currently raising havoc on the forces stationed outside. The shaman he noticed earlier was a bit deeper in. He'd have to hurry. Still, even for these guys, there was always time for theatrics! Most of the forces were further away near the fortress, gotta start somewhere. There wasn't too many people fighting him, and they underestimated him. Underestimating a mage? Especially the Crimson Mage!? Bad mistake, last mistake actually. "Iets lun!" He swung his arm and three fireballs materialized. "Time for the world famous Crimson flaming juggle act!"
Back at the fortress, if they didn't notice that first explosion, they definitely heard the second.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 24, 2010 21:17:33 GMT -6
Just as the group of bandits and murders descended upon her, the ground trembled with an explosion, which caught the attention of everyone nearby to her. After the evil-doers had a brief look around, they fixed eyes back on Marle, and started the assault on the lone Knight. A short man took the opportunity presented by Marle's distraction, slid in close, sword in both hands, and behind him, took a quick swing at his own belt-level, aiming for her abdomen.
Marle took a step backwards, and jammed the butt of her lance at the man's head, earning a loud crack in her favor as he fell over, only to be followed by another fellow who went for an opening in her attack, but was cut short as Marle swung the lance back, catching the blade on his throat. The bandit began gasping, and grasping his throat as if it would make any difference, but as he stood there, Marle kicked him in the chest, and tumbled him into a third who was rushing from behind him.
This was crazy, Marle would be overrun at this rate, she could only fight so many at once, she was no Legendary Hero. Then, another explosion, louder this time, caught everyone's attention again, but Marle didn't get distracted, and kept her guard up, looking around on the ground as if there were a shield discarded.
"What was that?"
"I don't know, maybe another attacker?"
"Fools! Stop simpering and check it out!"
The shaman raised a hand while still nursing his jaw from where Marle had 'laid hand' on him, his scowl was quite apparent, nothing was easy for him. At the order, about a third of the group disappeared and went to check out the explosions the mage had caused. They raised voices, making a racket as they came, as if calling to arms stragglers just lazing about still in the camp.
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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 May 24, 2010 21:48:29 GMT -6
"A da dadadada da da dada." He sung very off key the sounds of the circus. Dodging sweeping axe swings as he juggled his flaming spheres. He used three already, and now he had three more. They were a bit more cautious then the last three people, since they were laying over there in a smoldering pile. Now he was fighting three more, who seemed to had been warned by the first group and their unfortunate time at the circus.
"This kid's sodding messing with us!" One man said angrily, swinging so hard Elias could feel a slight breeze when he weaved out of the way. Speed and power, that's what he was good at. Accuracy? Please, when you're as awesome as Elias even your misses are masterpieces. So Elias, more or less, danced around the people's attacks. His carefree attitude taunting them and making them less then accurate, it was a good thing, since a single swing could probably launch the Crimson clad lad right back into Bern.
"Don't let it get to ya. It's just one kid against the three of us." Apparently three against one isn't as good as odds as it should be, seeing as how well the others fared. Elias moved around, getting them to get in the right position while juggling. It really did look like he was messing with them.
"Ahah! Time for the showstopper!" Elias cheered and looked at the three. Unwittingly, they had grouped up right next to each due to how Elias dodged and brought them closer. He threw the spheres high in the air and ran at top speed to them. Shocked, only one was bright enough to swing at him. Elias jumped right over the axe swing and raised his hands in the air. The a fireball landed right in them, then another right atop it making it grow larger, then the third making the fireball huge. He spiked it down, like a volley ball of flame and it erupted in a big blast o pain.
They were so close together, it hit all three at once, and being basically three fire spells in a row in power it knocked all three out. The Crimson Mage landed on the pile of singed bodies, and looked down. He had a cut the ripped right through his robe on his chest. It bled a little, but wasn't enough to slow the Crimson Mage down. He cringed at the sight of his own blood, but with a deep breath he moved closer to the fort.
They probably heard that one too.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 24, 2010 22:22:59 GMT -6
Another explosion?
Marle staggered back as she clung to her side just where an axe had passed through the plate and chainmail that she was wearing. Raising her fingers, she could see the blood, but couldn't dwell on it. Looking to the man with a smirk on his face, he was quite pleased with himself, being the fifth one to attack her, and finally score a decent strike on a girl...what an asshole...Taking her lance and sliding into position, she slowly raised her other arm, painfully so, to grab at her Dragonspear, and comfortably hold it in her left hand like one would a second sword or axe.
With a frown at this, the brigand did little to think of her new take on battle, and flourished his blade once more, swinging it downwards at Marle's shoulder, only to be caught short by the cross-guard of her steel lance. Just as the man was pulling his weapon back up, Marle drove the second lance through his chest, and out the other side. The Blue-green lance was meant for tough wyvern scales, but on a human in tanned leather, there was no chance.
"C-curse you.."
He stuttered as he sank to his knees, and fell onto his side. Marle locked eyes with the Shaman , as she withdrew the weapons from the man with the axe, and gave the robed figure a look that indicated he was next.
The shaman, however, had had enough of sending his lackeys at the knight, his reeling finally over, and pride back, the dark orbs flung quickly, and with little warning. Marle, with eyes wide, leaped, tucked, and rolled away from the barrage of weaker, but still powerful magic. Back on her feet, she heard the gravitational ball land just behind her, and as it impacted, it seemed to suck the knight towards the impact, only slightly though. As it had hit just by her boot, it managed to trip her up, but still she scrambled and ducked around a corner.
"Come out you dog! The world needs to be cleansed of the likes of you, and of a like! Let the Goddess' armies reign supreme over this Light-forgotten land!"
This man...he's an Eturian sympathizer...
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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
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OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on May 24, 2010 22:45:41 GMT -6
"More? Well, I can't blame you all for wanting to see the majesty of the Crimson Mage. Please now, no autographs. Those will have to wait until after the battle." He teased the men coming at him. There were more now, it was ridiculous. Elias wasn't sure how long he could keep it up, even he had limits to his energy. Sure what they were was a question up there for the ages, that even historians in a thosand years from now could never quite answer, but it was there. It was more likely he'd slip up and get an axe in the face, and that hurted, it hurted dead.
There were only two this time, but two was still better then one. Or worse. How did that little song go? Oh and did it count if they were enemies?... weren't they talking about eggs or som- oh my god they're attacking.
Elias ducked under the heavy swing, and thrusted an open palm on the man's gut from below. "Boom!" He said happily.
"Eh?" Was all the man could muster as a close ranged fire exploded right into him, knocking him back... and making him very mad.
Elias blew air on his singed hand rapidly. "Owowowowow that was dumb. I nearly blew my fingers off." The man came back and swung with all his strength. Elias sidestepped the ridiculous strike, it sheering a nice chunk of his robe away and having the axe stick in the ground.
"Oh sod." He swore as he tried to yank the axe out of the ground. The Crimson Mage would have none of that though, and he pulled out his heavy fire tome. And then he... bonked the bandit on the head with all his strength, knocking the weakened man out.
"There." He smiled, pleased with his self. It was short lived, as an arrow rushed and embedded itself right into his shoulder. "Agh! Why is it always the shoulder?" He looked to where the arrow came from and glared. "Real nice Jerk!" He shook his fist at them. "Eiris No Les Tolaeme!" He called, and a beam like rush of flame struck the archer right in the chest. The blast wasn't enough to take him out, but the slamming into a tree was.
With a strong tug, he yanked the arrow right out of his shoulder and hurried. The hole in the wall was visible by now. People behind him cried. He, more or less, cut a straight line through the people. If he had tried to take them all on, even the Crimson Mage wouldn't make it. Hopefully his element of surprise was still running strong enough to help.
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Arthis
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Posts: 43
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Post by Arthis on May 26, 2010 8:08:25 GMT -6
Arthis cursed the bureaucracy of the Ilian military as he flew across the skies. He'd been delayed in following Marle, his new 'leader', due to the armies desire to have everything about him recorded. They were on the edge of a war and they gave a damn about the paperwork?!
It had taken a few hours before he could get himself out of that command and take to the skies, Riese felt quite happy to be among the clouds again. Following Marle's troops had been easy enough, an army always left a good set of tracks, and the near constant snowfall meant that the only tracks left were quite recent. And now, as the sky began to darken and he considered stopping for the night to catch up to them tomorrow, an explosion lit up the horizon...and then another.
"Found you." Arthis smirked, but Ilia was not known for their mages...which meant an Erturian hand was far more likely. Erturian's...this far into Ilia? They had some balls, that much was for sure. As he began to draw closer, he became aware of what he was seeing. A small camp, looked almost like a bandit outpost...wait, wasn't that what Marle had been sent to deal with? Aside from that, one building was torched, and another seemed to be the cause of great commotion. Arthis watched in amusement as a young boy attempted to push and shove his way past the ruffians blocking the building. He was dressed like a mage...was that burnt building his handiwork? That probably meant he was against the bandits.
He lowered his mask and grinned, gripping his lance and pulling tightly on the reins. Even Riese seemed to smile from through his fanged jaw. As he went into a dive, the bandit's didn't seem to notice. One raised an axe to bring it down on the mage, and before he could lower it his scream echoed over the mountains. Fangs ripped clean through his arm, as Riese tossed the appendage away and roared, the blood splattering across the snow and the wall.
Arthis, for his point, did not miss the opportunity and used the dive to press his own lance directly through another bandit's chest. His strength was enough to impale the man, even with the basic weapon. He pulled his lance out and leveled it for another trust, as Riese snapped at and bandit that had the nerve to get close.
"Watch your back, kid!" He ordered, facing out towards the majority of the bandits. They'd in all likelihood be paying attention to him now, and not the mage.
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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 May 26, 2010 10:28:26 GMT -6
He was being attacked by stupid bandit people, and he was thinking about making some boom boom, when something totally awesome happened. A giant wyvern rider man guy came out of who knows where the hell he came from and began to raise hell. He started by viciously mauling the man Elias was just about to asplode, and usually he'd be ticked over the kill steal, but wyverns are awesome so it was ok. "Good work citizen!" Elias said as he impaled some dude like it was absolutely nothing. It was sudden, but not an unwelcome arrival, for even The Crimson Mage was having doubts about his chances of winning before he arrived. Wyverns were so awesome, people who rode them were pretty awesome too. Though this guy isn't as awesome as Kyro. Maybe he knew Kyro.
"Hey! Do you know Kyro?!" Elias called right after the man spoke, not particularly paying attention to what he said. Though he quickly dropped it, and took the surprise of the bandits as a good time to think things over. He looked at the bandits, they were not paying attention to him anymore? Did they KNOW who they were dealing with? The Crimson Mage was not one to take his limelight being stolen so haphazardly. No, he'd just have remind them. Remind them with fire. Fire and death. Death of the JUSTICE variety.
Then again... maybe he could just bypass them now that they were distracted? Yes, that was a wonderful idea. He'd become the Crimson Bypasser. Or, erm, whatever it's called. Crimson Ninja? That sounds awesome, but Elias could only wish he was a ninja. Maybe it was a mistake becoming a mage, ninjas were by and far more awesome. OH! Pirates too. He'd have to become a pirate one da-
A bandit swung at the daydreaming boy, and Elias instantly snapped out of it, but only having time to throw his arms up in defense. Some blood splattered as the axe met flesh, but that only served to make him angry. Elias was just the right kind of idiot to not realize then when you're hurt, it's heal first revenge later. "Rude!" He cried as he blasted a fire spell right at the man's chest, being so close to him from the attack, it was quite probably painful. Elias winced in pain as he swore he burnt his fingers again, and he did, he'd be lucky to have fingerprints by the time this was done. The man stumbled back, but didn't have enough time to counter before another fireball landed itself right where he wasn't expecting it, making him fall to the ground. Dead or unconscious, he didn't know.
That one was a bit kinda close. I should hurry, before a person makes me eat an axe, with my face. But... that makes three, time to bust out the sacred elixir of ever-life. The man laid in there unconsciously while Elias stood there and took out a vulnerary. Luckily for him, his opponents seemed far more interested in the giant lizard and his pet man then the ball of red, so applying it didn't involve any acrobatics. All the people coming at him were far enough away that he didn't have to stop and run around like a rabbit. A red rabbit. He smeared it on sloppily, hastily, and very unprofessionally. It was done fast, not well, The Crimson Cleric he was not. The arrow, his chest, and the arm. One dose covered it mostly. He could still feel the wounds, especially the one on his arms, but they weren't bleeding atleast... Atleast he thought so, it was hard to tell when all you wear is red.
There were quite a few bandits, but when they arrived on the scene, they probably assumed it was the huge man (seriously, he must of been a whole foot taller then Elias) and his pet mini-dragon, rather then the somewhat short kid in obnoxious red. Surprise, that was always one of Elias' strong suits. He noticed a break in their lines, where if he ran as fast as he could, he might be able to make it inside... "Bye Mr. Wyvern rider guy. I'm going to go and become a hero now." He waved. The bandits were still focused on him, hah.
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 26, 2010 20:17:24 GMT -6
It wasn't really 'hiding' that Marle was doing, but she needed the time to collect herself. Atleast these bandit made sense now, and their activities. Spurned on the zealot shaman, probably promised riches and other such things that criminals would want, when their tasks were done, and Eturia arrived to occupy. She could understand how some would be swayed by such promises, but didn't condone it, not a bit.
Another explosion and a roar, Arthas? Was he here? No...no time to let the mind wander...
This time it impacted infront of her, and tossed her aside with the concussive blast of elder magic. Scampering back to her feet, she saw the form begin to rise as if his shadow lead the way. he was so close now, that she could tell his eyes were blue. If he hadn't seemed so crazed, he might have actually been somewhat attractive, not in Marle's pretty high standards, but still. Chuckling as if to himself, he flowed in his robes which seemed to be to long for him. She couldn't see his hands from those long sleeves, and the robe dragged through the inch thick snow which was beaten down though constant access.
"Why do you persist to exist? What good could your life offer? You have no power!"
"I've had enough of your lament remarks! You squawk like a child, bragging your father is rich, while I am poor! What riches do you own? You hang to coat-tails on an empire who doesn't know your work, you-!"
"Enough, lies and slander, a slanderous pig, and a hell-damned one at that...Let the void have you, for this world doesn't..."
Marle readied herself, ready for a fight, no more running away from him, it would do her no good. She was no longer that trainee, who would be beaten around so casually. The shaman took out his book and flipped through the pages, and put the other hand over it, murmuring a chant, as an image appeared behind him. it was...a strange symbol, it's edges seemed to be glowing with blue flames. At the anagram's tips, shadow orbs appeared like the ones which had casted at her beforehand, and gained mass, or size probably is the better word.
Marle dared not let the spell go through, it looked very dangerous for herself to be in, with nothing to hide behind. Placing her steel lance onto her back, she used the other, the dragonspear and deftly charge, lumbering forth as would any knight wearing their armor. Just as she was about to reach him, she broke off her attack, and jumped back, those orbs swirled overhead, and one struck just at her feet where she had been. Followed by another, and another, and so forth. The attacks were so rapid, it was hard to dodge them all in this snow and armor. With only one left, Marle charged again, and lunged with her lance, catching the shaman in the shoulder, causing him to drop his tome, just as that orb stuck her, and pierced her chest.
A sudden cold filled her for the first second, and then she found herself screaming uncontrollably loud, as that orb tore through her as if not only her body had been pierced. As she cried in pain, she wrenched her lance out and slided across the shaman's chest, leaving him wounded on the ground while she spasmed on the ground, writing in pain and agony, agony she had never felt before, nothing so intense.
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