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Post by Arthis on May 26, 2010 21:42:57 GMT -6
OOC: I am going to assume that the 'buildings' walls are wood or some weak material and not stone.
IC: Arthis was doing a fine job being a distraction, as after his entrance none of the bandit's seemed willing to close with him. His lance and Riese's fangs were doing a fine job keeping the bandits from advancing on him, the fresh blood from the amputated arm adding it's crimson touch to the pure white landscape.
"You damn cowards!" He roared, causing the bandits to back in fear again, but not scatter yet. He didn't want to risk having to fight all of these bandit's, they did have the advantage of numbers on him...plus the longer the fight went, the better a chance they might take a hostage. At least that was his thinking until he heard a scream from inside, and one he could recognize. So Marle was in there.
"Riese, Up!" He commanded, and the Wyvern launched itself into the sky with a powerful jump. He flew over the house and then banked once, and gave a kick to Riese's side, an order the Wyvern knew well. Riese lowered his head, and charged down at the fragile walls. In a moment, the noise was all consuming as the beast tore through the walls, sending debris flying about the room. Marle would be fine due to her armor, but what was left of the poor Shaman was crushed under the remains of the wall. As expected, the house began to groan from all the structural damage. Marle didn't look capable of walking, and with her armor Riese couldn't fly. He'd need to at least get her out of here.
This was a fine mess they'd gotten themselves into.
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Elias
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Post by Elias on May 26, 2010 22:13:00 GMT -6
He rushed as fast as his short little legs could carry him. He found a break in their formation, and exploited it for all it's worth. It took a bit of tricky moving, but nothing was impossible for The Crimson Bypasser! It wasn't too long until he found his way through the battlefield and found the man he saw earlier. Elias had been hiding at the time, as he saw the army march forth. Luckily they didn't check the trees, or else the Crimson Mage would of had to debut ahead of plan. No, he would of had nothing but his butt kicked if he attacked their entire army head on. That's why he waited for them to arrive, and infiltrate from behind. Not only was it less dangerous, it was also far more dramatic!
It was definitely the same man. He reeked of dark magic. And onions. He was fighting some person clad in a crapton of metal, probably a fellow goodguy. The two were fighting, from as far as he could tell, but... That spell he was casting... If Elias was right, which of course he was, that was a heavy duty dark tome. That spell would of dropped Elias, and he was The Crimson Mage! It was too quick, and Elias was too late. By the time he actually arrived, it was already over. On the floor laid one injured person, and a pile of rubble. She was twitching and shuddering from the sheer force of the spell, and the shaman was nowhere to be seen. He was literally just too late, arriving mere moments after both bodies hit the ground. Arriving moments after the Wyvern rider's charge to destroying the wall.
Some hero. I didn't slay the villain, I didn't even save the damsel. I was just late. Too late to help anyone. There was little he could do, he bent down to the knight. She was experiencing powerful spasms from the dark magic, just like it was described in his books in training. Magical wounds were hard to treat, but of all wounds, dark magic based were by far the most difficult. They didn't just attack your body, but also went after something deeper. On the surface, they were little more then physical forces and trauma, but anyone who had ever survived a head on hit from Fenrir would attest to that... being far from the truth.
She would... live, atleast he thought so. There was nothing he could do for her. No wounds to use medicine, no ability to use staffs, nothing. The only thing he could do, is what he would do. "Come one come all! The first person up gets a personalized butt whooping by The Crimson Mage! Act fast, and I'll even throw in an autograph!" He said loudly, he turned his head to the wyvern rider man. "Don't just sit there on your throne of scales, do something, help, I'll cover you while you get her to safety!" He wasn't planning on taking them all, just distracting them long enough so substitute Kyro could help her. Luckily, Elias was very good at distractions.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 27, 2010 8:19:49 GMT -6
It was had to pay attention to her surroundings, everything seemed to die out as she cringed in pain, whimpering, clutching at the point where the attack went through her armor and out. Her armor was tattered from the constant blows she had received, it did little to hold back attack, and right where the orb had entered there simply wasn't any armor there, as if her chest-piece had been torn right off. She could still hear the sounds of fighting as it rang in her ears.
Still clutching her wound, she heard a large impact of the wyvern landing, and looked up with blurry eyes, unable to focus on anything, quivering like a child who had been beat severely. She didn't know who it was that approached her, but she scrambled across the ground, yet barely managed to make any distance, and pulled her dragonspear against her body possessively, as if she were about to defend herself, despite her state, which was frail and weak.
Her eyes darted around...when had the building fallen in on itself? it was hard to focus, she swore she could hear a voice, unfamiliar as it was, but it sounded so far away. Reaching up to Arthis, not knowing it was him, with a shaky hand, then it went limp, as the pain got to be too much, from a combination of pain, loss of blood, and fatigue. She mouthed something, tried to speak before she passed out, but no sound came out as her head hit the blood covered snow once more.
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Post by Arthis on May 27, 2010 11:20:50 GMT -6
Arthis was half aware of Marle's movements, she seemed as if she was near death. And the rest of her squad was here...were they dead?
Irrelevant. They were soldiers, they should have expected this day. Without a second glance around the room, he grabbed for Marle and lifted her up. Since her armor had been so badly damaged, scraps of it fell as he lifted her. He didn't mind, it made her easier to carry. He didn't much appreciate being ordered around by some punk kid, but he was the disciplined one, and he understood just how dangerous a situation they were in. He turned to the boy and nodded.
"Watch my back..I'm going to get her clear. Follow when you can." Riese began to follow him as Arthis moved out of the destroyed building that began to sway dangerously. If another fire spell went off in there...
Once he'd gotten a good deal away, at least far enough that they'd have to look to see him in the twilight, he placed Marle down and began removing pieces of armor. The weapon wounds were easy enough to treat with his own Vulnerary, but how to treat a magic wound? Arthis was no medic, but it did occur to him that leaving her wounded and stripped of most of her armor in this weather was insane. He'd need to get her back to the base, quickly.
Pulling a thick wool quilt from Riese's saddle bags (Hey it got cold sleeping outside in Ilia!), Arthis covered the knight in it and turned to observe the situation back at the bandit outpost.
What was that kid doing?
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Elias
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Post by Elias on May 27, 2010 12:13:10 GMT -6
The house creaked and moaned as the walls gave way, it wouldn't take much to bring the whole thing down. Elias backed off into the building while the dragon dude disappeared with the metal chick. Bandits poured in to get at him while all of the living soldiers were on their way out the back. However, that wasn't many, probably a small handful of injured men. Unfortunately they were going to have to accept this base was lost. Fortunately, it wouldn't be lost in vain.
Elias whimpered in pain as the third attack he had taken since he started hit home. Blood splattered on the wooden walls, as he could feel his self literally dieing. Elias was doing his best to dodge all the attacks thrown at him, but the deep gashes in his flesh told another story. There was a point where your body groaned for rest, and didn't listen like it was supposed to, he hit his a few axe swings ago. He was deep in the barely working building, bandits funneling in to take some sort of revenge. If their employer died, they got no money from this, and that made them mad. Mad enough to gang up on a teenager in over his head.
"Oh, look at dis kid? Thinking he can take us all? Les show em what happens to dose who mess wit our loot." One of them commented, in very poor English might I add, bringing his axe down upon the red mage. He sluggishly moved out of the way from the axe strike, only to find his self right in the range of a another. He moved again, but was forced against a wall. He pressed his back against it, looking at the enemies in front of him. It felt like every bandit in the world had gathered to kill this boy, even Alan the Great would have trouble. His eyes darted to some floating objects behind the group, and he couldn't help but smile. He made a break for it, the amount of bandits fighting with each other to kill him.
Luckily their numbers were a disadvantage now, they were too busy trying to get through one another to get the boy. They all saw the boy move at the same time, and also at the same time dived for him. As a result, it was more a tangled crowd of fighters getting in each other's way then the feared force they were a few minutes ago. It helped that Elias chose this particular wall for that particular reason. He hurried, dashed to the gaping hole created by 'I can't believe it's not Kyro!', and sort of flopped down into the snow. He was bleeding pretty badly, but that was nothing. He got out before anyone else, they were all still fighting with one another to struggle through the opening. Unfortunately for them.... they just weren't coordinated enough.
"Dramatic gambit go! Ilrune, arc, terucon!" He shouted at the group still inside the building. Somewhere, deeper inside, a few fire spells exploded violently. While he was dodging, he was setting this up. Three fire spells in different spots, set for delayed attack, and meanwhile a fourth erupted from his hand and smashed into one of the building's remaining walls. All at once they exploded, causing the already teetering building to collapse fully atop of the bandit army that was lured inside, the flames setting it afire, and The Crimson Mage barely conscious, sitting in the melting snow.
They have been tough, but no one could survive a building collapsing on them like that. Groaning in pain, and standing in front a bunch of burning rubble, he held his wounds as they dripped blood on the ground below. "Ok... first things first... just where is that vulnerary?" He muttered as he stumbled away, trying to find that dragon guy again.
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Post by Arthis on May 27, 2010 12:30:50 GMT -6
Arthis watched the building erupt into fire. Typical kid, all flair and no control. Arthis may not have been terribly knowledgeable about magic, but he assumed it was very similar to any kind of fighting in this regard. When you are inexperienced, your attacks are powerful, but sloppy and rough. Skill and finesse come with experience, which this boy clearly did not have yet. There might still be some straggler bandits around, so Arthis did not call out to the boy. It should not have been hard to follow the large tail marks going through the snow that Riese left.
Instead he rechecked his patient. The physical wounds seemed to seal up nicely, they might leave a scar or two but that was to be expected. Still though, she had almost died, and probably wasn't quite out of the woods yet. Flying at night was dangerous, but it didn't look like he'd have a choice.
The other option to consider would now be what to do with this boy?
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Elias
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Post by Elias on May 28, 2010 15:35:29 GMT -6
Fortunately for the boy, there didn't seem to be any bandits around to fight him. Maybe they all were in the building? Or they ran away from something? Well, either way, it was for the best. The Crimson Mage didn't want to have to... erm... bleed anybody into submission. His Vulnereary took care of only the most dangerous and life threatening wounds, but he was still quite a bit messed up. A nice head on attack would be akin to suicide, which would be no fun at all, how can you become a hero if you're busy being lazy and dead and stuff?
He stumbled through the snow, his feet frozen from sloshing through the white stuff. On the way he saw markings etched in the snow, and he followed them. He wasn't sure it would lead him where he wanted, but it was better then staying here, wasn't it? He held his tome in hand, his eyes darting to it, then the snow in front of him. He could tell it wouldn't last too much longer. Mostly his fault, he went overboard when it came to magic. Sure it was good and fine and all for overpowering enemies, but it left him and his tome drained. Can't blame him for enthusiasm though.
There... just barely. He could make out... something. He followed the markings and he could see something. It was probably the big guy and lizard-mchuge-reptile. So he stumbled a bit faster, he didn't know either of the people, but they seemed like the good guys.
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Post by Arthis on May 28, 2010 16:14:05 GMT -6
Arthis was watching Elias at first when he heard something else. Wings, and Riese was still grounded...that would mean...
"A pegasus knight." He spoke, scanning the rapidly darkening sky for signs of the wings. If there was one here, it was most likely a messenger from the base. And even if they weren't, the presence of an injured Ilian officer here would ensure they wouldn't be attacked. Ilian's were well known for their loyalty, to their own and to their employers.
The pegasus in question circled the area once or twice, scouting the area. Arthis watched, and though he couldn't rule it out as some elaborate trap, he realized very quickly that he had no choice. He could get Marle back to the base, but he wasn't gonna leave the mage out here alone, and there was no way Riese could carry the three of them. Two would be hard enough.
Arthis picked up his lance, and held it above him. The last beams of sunlight on the horizon caught the polished metal, glowing slightly in the dim twilight. The rider seemed to notice this, as she moved in closer, keeping her distance. As if to encourage trust, Arthis thrust the lance into the ground. The pegasus lowerd still, until finally Arthis was withing range to talk with the rider.
"We've got an injured officer here. This entire squad was wiped out in the battle here, Sir Marle was injured badly, I'm going to move her back to the command outpost of Araphen. There is a young mage here who assisted us, we cannot just leave him here but my wyvern cannot carry them both and still make enough speed to get back there in time." He explained, summarizing the events for the young soldier.
"Very well then, you take point and I will guard the flank. The boy will ride with me." The mage had finally arrived by them, and was small enough to not be a burden on the pegasus.
And with little more conversation, the four of them took to the skies, headed south to Araphen.
---------------The Next Morning--------------
It had been a long, cold trip through the night, but they had arrived back at Araphen late last night. Marle was being looked at by the clerics, but they predicted she would be fine. The mage was shaken up, some blood loss and compounded by the Ilian chill, but he would be fine as well.
And above all, Arthis came back with not even a case of the sniffles. But still, he rose with the sun to perform the duties of a soldier, specifically of a commander, though he was not in charge of any unit. That duty was, of course, to check on the troops. He wasn't sure where they had put the mage, so he went instead to go and check on Marle.
What a night, urgh.
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Elias
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Post by Elias on May 28, 2010 17:20:07 GMT -6
Ah, finally. Some good rest, goodish food, and some totally awesome flying horses. Pegasus I think? Still, a night befitting a war hero like me. Hahahah! I totally stole everyone's thunder back there! I'm like The Crimson Thief! Or ninja. Or ninja thief. Or ninja pirate thief of thunder stealing. Elias was fully rested, and it showed. A boy who normally woke up very early, and had the kind of energy that just exhausted a person to be around. He wore a wide smile as he walked around the area. He'd have to find Mr. DoppelKyro and Ms. Iron Maiden, he didn't know their names, but he knew they fought for JUSTICE, just like him.
Wherever Mr. GiantDragonGuy, or MGDG or Migdig as he was now in his mind, was hiding was a mystery. He was basically untouched in the siege of a million and one bandits, unlike the lady of steel and the Crimson Mage. He knew exactly where she was though, he had been taken to the same place last night to have his battle trophies checked out. There was a little scar on his shoulder now, totally awesome. He'd get all the ladies.
Anyways, when he was scooted out of there, she was still sleeping like a woman who had been savagely attacked by dark magic. He decided his first stop, check up on her. He wanted to know the damsel in distress' name, so he might properly apologize for not bursting in earlier and whoopin everyone single handedly! Or at least in his mind he could. In actuality, he kinda won on a technicality and with a bit of cheating.
On his way there, a mountain caught his eyes. Or rather a man. But he looked like a mountain. A mountain with green hair. Green hair was cool. But... it was no red hair, he wouldn't have to worry. "Hey! Migdig, there you are!" He looked up to the man, literally. "Going to go see the lady? I'm headed that way too." He didn't wait for him to answer.
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Post by Arthis on May 28, 2010 19:14:23 GMT -6
Arthis didn't know he was being addressed until he mentioned going to see Marle. He turned on the boy, he was loud and annoying. He reached down and grabbed him by his shirt, lifting him up to eye level.
"Just because I didn't wish to leave you dying in the wastes, does not entitle you to the right to run around this fortress like your own personal playground." He growled at the boy. "You shouldn't be outside of your room at all until we decide what to do with you, civilian."
There was some truth to that, it would not do to have the kid running around the fortress wild. But he didn't seem like the type to take no for an answer. He released the boy.
"If you really wish to see her, you can if she is awake. But keep your visit brief, we have military matters to discuss."
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Elias
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Post by Elias on May 28, 2010 19:53:00 GMT -6
Lifted in the air like he was a little kid. He wasn't a little kid dangit, he was the Crimson Mage. It could of actually been fun if it had been someone less snobheady doing it. He wriggled out of his grasp eventually, but still, he looked at him while rubbing his own chest. "Bah you're grumpy." He pouted. He was no Kyro alright. A significant step down really. He was like one of those one people who sat on a stick when they were kids, and never took the time to take it out. Leaving them in some permanent stick up the butt syndrome that could not be properly described by doctors. He wasn't even wearing any red. Maybe this guy trained at 'killjoy academy'. With courses on how to kill good moods, and take no happiness prisoners.
"Also, I'm not a civilian. I'm on an official mission from Officer Velroy in Bern. I've got his crest to prove it and everything. And before that I served under commander Elzham's magic unit." It was only for a day, but he still did dang it! A bit unsure on how the chain of command worked, he sorta just approximated, hoping he was right.
He wasn't going to look up to the man anymore. It led to awkward puns and double meanings of what he was really doing. So instead he glared at the man's chest. "I talked to the other people after I arrived, they verified it was indeed his." He was interrogated shortly after they were sure he was alive. Magic users weren't common in Ilia, unlike in Etruria. So obviously they were suspicious. They made him answer a bunch of dumb questions, and give them an update on the Bern front. "I was passing by on my mission, and I saw what was happening. Thought I should help fellow goodguys like myself." If Migdig was an actual goodguy though, that was a mystery.
"And yes, I was planning on seeing her. I just thought I might as well say hi since we were going the same way. But nooooo, you had be all mean because you judge people before they can speak~" Finishing off on a slight sing-songy note. He may not be a formal part of Ilia's military, but he was an honorary member at least. Free reign would be pushing it, but he didn't need to be escorted everywhere. He was actually going to leave and continue his super secret awesome ninja like mission after checking up on the Iron Maiden.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 28, 2010 22:34:34 GMT -6
Marle twisted and sifted on her bed within the medical ward of the castle. her face contorted, re-living through the battle she had participated in the night before. She lived up to the part where the shaman cast the spell at her, and then white flashed. The world disappeared as Marle awoke slowly. She didn't bolt upright, instead her eyelids peeled back slowly, and tried as she might to gain focus, seeking the bricks, but not in any sort of depth or clarity at first, until she blinked a few times. Despite what she just went through, she was rather calm, taking in the surroundings, and recognizing where this place was.
"The castle...guess I made it out...unless I'm dead. If so.." slowly, she began to sit upright, groaning at how weak she felt. "...then this afterlife sucks.."
Just as she sat up, she came to the realization that she wasn't fully dressed. She had been striped of her clothes, and placed in a shift. With a frown, she just began to swing her legs over the side of the bed, and as she stood, she fell forwards. With a gasp, and heavy panting. Clawing her way up the side of the bedside table, she stood awkwardly on her feet, as if she lost the ability to even stand on two legs.
"Holy crap....I'm really out of it.."'
With the aid of the table, and the wall, she worked her way over to where clean clothes were out. A rather plain woolen dress for her. The clothes made her frown, not because they were plain, but because it was a dress. Marle hadn't worn a dress since she was ten...With a sigh, she slipped it on over her shift, and tugged at it awkwardly, not liking how restrictive it was in it's way. She'd never be able to run in it if given the chance.
With her clothes put on, she went back to her bed, and sat down on it, looking around her room. Nothing of hers was there, not her necklace, nor her armor, nor her weapons...where had it all gone..? And what had happened after the shaman knocked her out...oh...the pain...how she wanted to forget that pain...suddenly a shiver ran through her body.
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Post by Arthis on May 29, 2010 2:19:27 GMT -6
This kid? Military? Hah, what a joke. "If you truly are a military man, then you need to work on your military bearing. Stop acting like a little child, this is a place of war." He stated firmly, though his attention was diverted from the boy as he reached the medical wing. Without waiting, he rapped on her door quickly, and entered without waiting for an answer. Mere formality he supposed.
He entered to find her sitting on the bed, in a dress no less. She didn't look well, still rather pale. They'd said something about magic, but he didn't know much about it. Ah well, whatever happened, she was alive.
"So, you're still alive, good to know." He remarked flatly.
Ok, so he wasn't the nicest person to be around, but that was just his style.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 29, 2010 22:39:20 GMT -6
At the sound of knuckles on her heavy wooden door, she turned her head, and just began to open her mouth to say that whoever it was to come inside, but was beaten to it as Arthis pokes his head into the doorway, followed by the rest of his body. Her eyes attempted to adjust, but she had a hard time focusing, so it took until he spoke that she recognized him. With a grimace, Marle nodded her head at his statement, and mildly shrugged her shoulders, feeling somewhat at a loss.
"So I heard."
She trailed off from there, keeping quiet for a few moments, looking at her hands, letting her fingers intertwine amongst themselves, and then pull back until her fingers were straight again. With a sigh, she tried to pick herself up once more, but didn't have the strength, and gave up quickly.
"You were there, weren't you, in the end, I'm guessing. I remember, but it feels like something less vivid, like a dream, a nightmare almost...how many survivors made it out of there from my group?"
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Post by Elias on May 29, 2010 23:18:10 GMT -6
Work on his military bearing? Well sure, maybe. Maybe he should go out later and find the most uncomfortable stick he could find....
Elias probably would of complained if the guy was worth complaining to. He wasn't so he didn't. Moving on. He entered the room behind Migdig only to hear him give probably the least concerned remark ever. 'Oh yeah, you almost died. Whatever, you aren't dead, that's good.' Gah, he's the kind of guy who'd get mad at you for getting stabbed in the chest, since dieing stopped you from doing your job or something.
Oh well, if Migdig was going to be the pessimistic little devil it was up to Elias to be the happy little angel. Red angel, since red is inherently a more holy color then white. There must of been something lost in translation or something.
He was going to introduce his self, though something told him, she probably didn't care too much. He folded his hands together and began to twiddle his thumbs a bit, looking ashamed. When he was fighting those bandits earlier, he thought the more able people left while he distracted the overenthusiastic axemen. And now a lot of bodies were probably burned because of him. Dang it, it's hard to be positive if everything just kinda sucks.
He wasn't sure if anyone survived, or if the people who left were preyed on by bandits a few moments after leaving, or if they decided to live their lives as a group of traveling salesmen/monks/circus performers... or if they were even alive after all. He wasn't privy to the battle report, and Migdig was pretty sure they all died from what he told that pegasus lady earlier while they were leaving.
Instead he remained uncharacteristically quiet. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't really want to do it with that 7 foot tower of disdain right there. The Crimson Mage would have to think of something. Or maybe he should just leave? No, that would be a rude and unrighteous action. He needed to apologize for his shortcomings, it was the right thing to do.
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