Stephan
The "Before" years
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Long Live Kraft!
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Post by Stephan on Aug 22, 2010 11:49:02 GMT -6
Stephan's mouth gaped as he stared at the ruin of the Etrurian fortress. The rebels must have invaded before he could arrive. At least it looked like the battle had ended, but it looked like an Etrurian loss. "Land on the outskirts, we don't want to frighten them," Stephan said gesturing to an area where no soldiers could be seen, "I don't think they'll take kindly to a dragon landing in the middle of their encampment." (OOC: Not making that mistake again)
The landed without being seen, and Stephan stumbled into the camp. He put on his best lost child face and wandered through the ruined fortress.
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Post by solon on Aug 22, 2010 13:25:34 GMT -6
Solon watched quizzically as the young boy wondered quickly off into the ruins and the previous battle. He carefully jumped off the dragon's back, and nodded to her.
"I'll follow your lead, I guess... I don't know what to do here." He smiled a bit, slightly embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head and began to walk, whistling all the while.
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Aug 22, 2010 15:01:33 GMT -6
Fran turned back to her human form and looked at the fort. "Uuh, I can see fire from here. I hate fire." She muttered. But she couldn't leave Stephan enter the fort alone, the ice dragon sighed and started walking towards the fort. "Come on Solon, we must follow Stephan."
They entered the fort, she could tell that the soldiers' eyes was looking at them. She felt a little uneasy, coming here might be a wrong decision, but she couldn't resist Stephan's baby eyes after all due to her weakness towards children, especially the cute one. "Where is that boy? Do you see him, Solon?" She looked around to find Stephan.
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Post by solon on Aug 22, 2010 16:12:32 GMT -6
Solon followed, clearing his throat and nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right..."
As they entered the area, the archer's eyes darted carefully around the full visible range, and he was not able to spot the boy who had just wandered off. However, he did notice many other soldiers. "No, nothing..."
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Post by Rayl Torien on Aug 22, 2010 17:51:34 GMT -6
With Ariston Fallen...and then eaten, Rayl turned to the soldiers around him as he dismounted, and raised his lance in the air,"The battle is now over friends! Hail Commander Abend!" the soldiers around began erupting in cheers and soon all the troops began to cheer and applaud their commander, unknowing of his injury, seeing as he was outside the fortress walls with Aeros. Blissfully unaware of his old friend's condition, he put a warm hand on Guinevere's shoulder, whispering into her ear, eyes looking down on her lance (OOC: well his lance. You know, the sentimental one/ one used on Hargus that he gave to her to use?), he was glad it was put to good use,
" But this battle would not have been won without your assistance. Victory could not be claimed without loss of life of many of our comrades...or possibly not at all."
a smile on his face, he let his hand linger on her shoulder for some time, mind debating on something, when a soldier made his way through," Mi'lord, we have finished searching the fortress. Anything of value and of use to our men are currently being taken to the tents...and this is yours, is it not? We found it laying on the fortress wall." with this the man held out the Paladin's sword, who gazed at it in silence before looking back up, no longer with a smile,"...Where's Commander Abend?"
The murmurs of confusion from the soldiers around him encouraged him to re-mount Elibe and began his way around the fort.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 23, 2010 1:48:31 GMT -6
Richter winced at Clair's touch, but the thought was appreciated. He didn't really see much value in spilling his lifeblood all over the ground. His mind cleared up at the sight of a friendly face, the rebel commander remembered his vulnerary. It wouldn't heal the wound in its entirety, but it would keep him patched up until he could find Evayl or some other healer.
Pushing his assistant officer's hands away, Richter pulled his vulnerary from his belt a smeared the gooey cureall on his wound. The blood stopped flowing and the surface began to mend, but it still hurt like hell. With a grunt and a wince, Richter pulled himself to his feet, nodding to Clair.
"I'll be fine for now," he said assuredly, patting her on the shoulder. "Better than that bastard Ariston, for sure. There's no way he survived that knife..." The pink haired swordsman looked towards the ruined fort. "...or that fall." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "If only that was the last of the scum that needed killing." His eyes met with Clair's. "Are you alright? How are our men doing?" Richter paused to listen. He could hear no fighting, only some faint cheering. "Is the fighting over?" Being so focused on Ariston, the rebel commander really had forgotten his role in the fury and the chaos, and that was being a commander of his men. It seemed Rayl had taken over that duty. No matter, considering he was better at it anyways. Richter would stick to fighting.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 23, 2010 13:08:26 GMT -6
"Please Commander, be careful. We don't know what sort of internal damage that knife may have caused." Despite the healing properties of the vulnerary, someone couldn't take a thrust like that and be fully recovered in the next moment.
"I had no idea that was you up there. If I had, I would've...." tried to help. It surprised her that she would be willing to brave the fearsome aerobatics of the aerial duel for Richter, yet not for another. Figuring now was not the best time to think on those things, she continued answering his questions. She herself had suffered only some scrapes, and bruises, the worst of it already healed by the healers of Richter's army.
"I'm fine Richter, and we've taken the field. The fort... what's left of it, is ours. Rayl even convinced the last of the soldiers to lay down their arms and join us." Though she was amazed at Rayl's ability to turn a battlefield into a speech rally, her face still conveyed a sense of distrust towards those soldiers. "I ordered the healers forward the moment the area was secure. Medical supplies have already been brought to the fort." She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering back to when those monsterous wyverns had burst from their pen. "There's more. I found about thirty sacaen prisoners, children, in a holding area. I have no idea what Arriston had in mind for them." What were they to do with them. Returning them to their families was the easiest answer, but Clair found it doubtful that their families were even still alive.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Aug 23, 2010 14:01:08 GMT -6
Mavick slapped his forehead. "It's. A. Corpse. It didn't deserve ANYTHING. I just wanted the armor first! Bah! Idiots! I'm damned to be eternally surrounded by idiots!" Throwing his hands into the air, Mavick stormed off away from the dragon and troubador. Didn't these fools understand anything? No, they just went off and did things for the sake of 'truth and justice', the dumb asses. Ariston was dead, what was so damned justice-y about eating a corpse with some rather shiney armor that, on the Commander, might've helped boost morale? "This is war, not some damn game." he muttered. Screw it, he was just going to go find Richter so they could start getting everything organized.
Richter wasn't too hard to find, what with his second in commans shouting for a medic. Plus, there was another dragon who made it easy to find him. What the hell was with all the dragons? "Extinct species, my ass!" he muttered. "Hello, Commander, Officer Feldsky. You are looking well, Officer Feldsky. You look like hell, Commander. Alright, that takes care of the obligatory greetings, back to business. We need to get you out of the rain, Commander, and get a proper look at you. It won't do if you get sick and drop dead now, will it?" Mavick asked.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Aug 23, 2010 15:24:56 GMT -6
Guinevere felt her face going read as Rayl spoke to her, but she didn't care. She smiled back at the paladin as he rested his hand on her shoulder. She was glad the battle was over, because now she could spend time really getting to know Rayl. That was before people started to realized the Commander wasn't anywhere. Starting to get nervous, Gwen watched as Rayl got back up on his great horse. As he set off, she decided to follow, jogging slightly to keep up with him and staying silent.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 23, 2010 17:46:08 GMT -6
Richter shook his head. "It's alright, Feldsky," he said snapping back into a more official tone. Things were getting a tad to emotional for his tastes. "What matters is that I'm alive and Ariston is dead. Besides I can see you had your hands full down here." Richter eyed the Etrurian soldiers mulling about amongst his own. They were a lot better dressed, but their spirits seemed crushed. Good. Despite what Rayl might think, a sword was the only permanent cure for a religious zealot. Just a bit of hope in the Prophet and these soldiers could start an uproar at a moment's notice.
The pink haired swordsman turned back to Clair. He thought for a moment before speaking. "As for the children, we'll give them two options." The rebel commander held up his fingers in a "V" shape. "I'll be sending a contingent to Bulgar to play politics with the Sacaens. We don't want them thinking we're a hostile force. If some of the children want, they can go with them. Otherwise, they're recruited." As the rebel commander finished, his small purple tactician walked up to the officer pair.
"Hello, Commander, Officer Feldsky. You are looking well, Officer Feldsky. You look like hell, Commander. Alright, that takes care of the obligatory greetings, back to business. We need to get you out of the rain, Commander, and get a proper look at you. It won't do if you get sick and drop dead now, will it?"
Richter shook his head. He still had a throbbing pain under his arm, so Mavick had a point. "No, I guess not," he replied with a slight nod. The fighting over, the rebel commander found himself a little more concerned with his own well being. Enough to not want to drop dead, anyway. "If you want, you could inspect it yourself. Your eyes are right about armpit level anyways." The commander's mouth didn't smile, but you could see the laughter in his eyes. It was a big step for Richter.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Aug 23, 2010 19:57:49 GMT -6
Turning around in the saddle to see Lady Guinevere following behind, he waited until she had caught up before lifting the former noble into his saddle before him, putting an arm around her waist so as to keep her from falling (and because he wanted to.) before continuing off, waving for an Araphen mounted healer to follow behind
It was hardly a hard task: The large dragon and the ramblings of that diminutive Tactician his friend had hired made it easy enough. As the trio rode up to the others, Rayl kept a calm look on his face, before snapping and pointing to the Renegade Commander," Araphen friend, tend to Commander Abend." as the man nodded and moved forward with his staff, The Paladin dismounted, and held out a particular sword in his hands," I believe you may have...dropped...this, my friend." holding out the weapon, a small smirk crept up onto his face: It was good to see that he was still himself despite the injuries the Ilian had obtained from that battle.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 23, 2010 23:59:42 GMT -6
As the Araphen healer went to work on Richter's wounds, the knife wound in particular, the Ilian swordsman took his sword back from his Lycian friend. The paladin always seemed to be there when he needed him. "Thanks," he said, grasping the handle and sliding the blade back into it's sheath. "I hope it skewered an Etrurian on the way down." Richter had almost forgotten he'd dropped it as he and Ariston were plummeting through the air, but the sight of the weapon was comforting. It was a good sword.
"So I see you survived the battle relatively unharmed," observed the pink haired Ilian, eying the uninjured Rayl. "Not that I expected any less from the mighty paladin and Bandit King slayer."
[END OF THREAD]
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