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Post by Valcrist on Jul 8, 2010 12:00:08 GMT -6
Valcrist grunted with effort, he didn't have the ability to make comments as he was sure he was going to injure his self trying to lift this man. If Yaen had a tough time, you could only imagine what the novice was going through. After a few hobbled steps, and probably a hernia or two, they were able to get the large axe fighter onto what that shaman just made.
After that, he hurried to one edge of the thing to grab onto that edge. "Ok Yaen, I have this end." Sliding his finger through the mud and underneath the wooden carrier, he grabbed his end firmly. "We should hurry. This rain isn't good for anyone." Including him. Especially him. He was going to have to kick his own butt after this was all over.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Jul 8, 2010 16:09:51 GMT -6
Morgoth had been comptenplating on how to get Joseph onto the stretcher when the two swordsmen came over. Well, I guess that's done. He then began trudging up the hill, realizing as he went that the mud was slick in some places. It's for the merchandise, he kept telling himself as he turned.
"Hey, go to the left, the right's real slick," Morgoth called out. He kept giving direction's as they proceeded. It's just so you can talk to the maniac on the stretcher, he told himself.
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Joseph
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Time to fight, mate."
Posts: 44
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Post by Joseph on Jul 9, 2010 20:39:29 GMT -6
Joseph was tired; that much he knew. The pirate also knew he was being moved. By whom, he had no clue. Where were they taking him? Once again, the sea rover had no idea. He had been lying down for some time, and Joseph had no idea how much time had passed. Whether he had been on the ground, in the rain, for five hours or five days was completely lost to him. Right now, Joseph just went with the flow.
But the flow was changing. Even with his ragged breathing pattern, the pirate could hear voice. They seemed distant, far off. Yet, at the same time, the sea-wolf knew they were close. Joseph did not possess the want to open his eyes. He simply wanted to rest. So, the pirate let these strangers lift him, and put him somewhere. All the while, hoping that Fargo was safe.
Ack... that scallop had better be in safety boi now. 'Opefully, I'll see the matey soon. 'Opefully...
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jul 9, 2010 21:22:48 GMT -6
Kelvin looked around as he stood from the muddy ground, wiping his legs off. Rather unsuccessful in cleaning off the mud, Kelvin sighed, relieved and headed back to the cave. His arms hurt a little from the wolves claws, but it wasn't anything too bad. He needed to get back into the cave, so he could let Chelsea know he was okay. The cavalier propped his lance against the wall of the cave and moved towards the fire. He plopped down next to Chelsea, letting out a relieved sigh. "I'm back," he said, exasperated.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jul 9, 2010 22:03:26 GMT -6
Chelsea gave a sigh of relief when she finally saw Kelvin come back into the cave. She gave a little gasp when he sat down next to her. "Kelvin! Your arms! What happened?! Are you ok?!" She pulled his arms into her and started to examine them. Running her fingers along his arms, feeling his injuries softly. She sighed again to her self and pulled out a simple roll of medical tape she had little use of before now. "I'd tell you to go to the new healer, but as she seems ill..." The archer started to carefully wrap the cavalier's arms up until she was satisfied. With meant two or three extra layers more than necessary. But oh well.
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Fargo
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Just wait, 'cause, like, I'm going to be the best bow man ever!"
Posts: 64
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Post by Fargo on Jul 9, 2010 22:47:02 GMT -6
With a few unsure footsteps, the young, green-haired archer found his way away from Chelsea, and towards a wall. His eyesight was improving greatly. The bowman could make out a multitude of people. Yet, he was not concerned too much with the other people. Fargo wanted to make his way to blonde girl who had healed him.
It was not too long before he spotted her. She did not look very well. The young bowman decided to make his way towards her. It seemed that she was unattended, but that may have been his lacking of observation. Either way, Fargo felt that it would be kind of him to give proper thanks.
Ever so carefully, Fargo pushed himself off his wall he had used for support. He then proceeded to take precautions steps towards the cleric. Each step he took was shaky, but firm in the end. The bowman had taken a few steps, and was at least a yard away from Arturia, when he partially slipped. His leather shoes must have still been wet.
Fargo fell on his hands and knees. His fall would not have been so painful, had his legs not endure his previous trek. Fargo stayed in his position on the ground for a long moment, fighting off the urge to shout out. His head hung low, and his green hair covering the pain spread over his face. Yet, he persevered though the agony, and was able to shake off the need to make any sound. It was then he looked up to his healer. With a tired and shaky voice, Fargo spoke to Arturia. "H-... Hey there..." The bowman gave the girl in front of him a weak smile.
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Arturia
The "Before" years
[M:0]
My path is guided by light...
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Post by Arturia on Jul 10, 2010 0:02:01 GMT -6
She surprised when Fargo spoke to her. "What are you doing? You need rest," she said. Fargo looked weak even after she healed him. She helped him to lean against the wall and then she sat beside him, examining his condition. He looked better than when she saw him for first time, but he wasn't fully recovered yet. "Stay here. I will heal you once more," she said. She took her staff, and started chanting healing spell. "Saint Elimine, let him accept your blessing." His body was blinking again and the staff was emitting a faint light. As she finished her spell, she felt weak and fell to the ground. She wasn't in her best condition and yet she had done three healing today, she felt exhausted.
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Post by Gabriel on Jul 10, 2010 13:02:32 GMT -6
Gabriel had already taken his position by the fire not long after helping Arturia into the cave . He had to make sure that it simply did not die out. He got up as soon as he saw that Fargo was trying to move, but decided not to stop the man once he saw him getting closer to Arturia.
Once Fargo fell onto his knees Gabriel debated whether to help him up or not, but thought it'd be best not to force any kind of movement on the archer. The quiver was a dead giveaway.
However, as soon as Arturia hit the ground after healing Fargo yet again, Gabriel really had no choice. He got closer to the two. He decided to cover the bite marks on his arm before doing so, though. The blond girl seemed to heal whoever was hurt, no matter how tired she was. This was no time to give her more pressure. "Seriously, you two should get to rest. We will all have plenty of time to talk tomorrow once the rain breaks".
Not long after that, Morgoth, Yaen and Valcrist entered the cave, soon followed by Kelvin. "What happened?" Gabriel asked, getting up and closer to the group, having seen the man they were carrying.
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Post by Valcrist on Jul 10, 2010 14:03:45 GMT -6
"W-we..." Val sputtered, his face red from lifting half the man's weight with his frail artist's body. When they were finally in the cave for sure, he could tell because there was no rain, he let his end hit the slightly damp earth. Instead of answer Sir Waltz right away, he took a few moments to catch his breath. "We... found this man... I assume he's... the one we were looking for. Whew..." He turned his soaked head towards the unconscious pirate. "He was... fighting some wolf like monsters. They looked like the same ones we fought earlier..."
He pressed his back against the wall and slowly slumped down until he was sitting. His clothes were torn, muddy, and he was missing bother of his shoes. He grabbed the towel Rin had used to carry the wood in and began to wipe the crud off of his feet. "Me, Yaen, and the shaman carried him back here. I don't know where the fighter man went off to." He trailed off, pulling his bag he left over and looking for some bandages. He had a few wounds from the battle that weren't worth a vulnerary but couldn't just ignore. "Yaen met an old friend, but I suppose he can tell you about that.
He looked to see yet another newcomer. This was beginning to get ridiculous (oh please it ridiculous five people ago) "Who's this?" He asked of the limp blond woman who he didn't remember. She seemed tired, Kelvin was kinda messed up too, what did they miss?
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Fargo
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Just wait, 'cause, like, I'm going to be the best bow man ever!"
Posts: 64
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Post by Fargo on Jul 10, 2010 14:37:30 GMT -6
Fargo passively let Arturia heal him once more. He wanted to stop her, but the determination that shone in her eyes would not accept any of his reasons to decline. So, still on his hands and knees, the young bowman was healed. The feeling was a good one, as it coursed through his body. It was almost a pleasure, the feeling, but at the same time it was not. Fargo had no idea how to describe it.
It was then the cleric fell down beside him. The archer slightly gasped aloud, as he saw Arturia fall beside him. He wanted to assist her, but he was unable to. Still on his hands and knees, the green haired bowman crawled forward, so that he was closer to the cleric. It was then one of the good people that helped him came over, and gave the two some sound advice. Afterwards, the man left to examine something else.
The bowman looked back towards the cleric. He just had to say his thanks, and then the bowman would take the other persons advice. It suddenly dawned on the archer that he did not know that young man's name. He would ask later, but for now, he would speak to Arturia. "So, like... I wanted to thank you. You know, for healing me. Both times, actually," he let out a chuckle, but continued once more. "I just wanted you to know that, like, I owe you. So, well, yeah..." Again, another chuckle came from the young bowman. Fargo was thinking that he was sounding like an idiot. Either way, he had said his piece, and was a bit more at peace in his predicament.
Fargo had placed himself in a sitting position, when he saw another group of people. Even with his vision coming to, he could only make out three, and some foreign object. Thoughts of Joseph came to mind. Gosh, I hope he's okay. Please be okay Joseph, where ever you are. Needless to say, Fargo had no idea that Joseph was only yards away from him.
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Arturia
The "Before" years
[M:0]
My path is guided by light...
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Post by Arturia on Jul 10, 2010 20:16:09 GMT -6
Her body was hot again, her fever got worse. Arturia couldn't see clearly now, her vision was blur. The cleric was trying to get up when she heard someone's voice. She looked up and saw the mage who helped her before, he told her and Fargo to get some rest. Yes, her body was tired, very tired. She gave him a weak smile and then got up. "I am alright."
Fargo said something to her, Arturia couldn't hear his voice clearly because of her dizziness, but she could hear he say "thank you". She giggled hearing that, especially because Fargo chuckled many times. "You are welcome. I am glad because you are better now. But you still need rest." She gave him a weak smile and then turned her attention to the cave entrance. Few people enter the cave and they carried a wounded man with them.
Arturia tried to stand up. She wanted to help, she couldn't ignore them although she herself needed rest now. When she was still practicing how to use staff in church, her mentor told her to help anyone who needs help. Yet, her legs were too weak to support her body now, she couldn't stand up. The blonde cleric could do nothing.
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Jul 10, 2010 21:14:14 GMT -6
Aaron was riding in a boat. He was drifting down an underground river, yet he could still feel the soft rain pattering away on his head and shoulders. As he looked at the walls, he noticed some odd carvings, carvings that didn't seem to be designed quite the same way as your typical wall carvings were. He heard a voice and looked over, only to see his friend, Wein, standing in the midst of a ruined Ostia...
Aaron half woke from his dream. He hadn't meant to drift off, and, frankly, he wasn't even aware he'd been sleeping, or that he was awake now. He just slumped back against the wall, vaguely recalling that there had been danger recently, and vaguely aware that it was still raining outside the cave. He was too tired to be worried. A little more sleep should do the trick....
Back in Aaron's boat floating down the river, he started a campfire next to him and began warming himself. Never mind the fact that his boat would be burning in reality.
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Wein Lowell
Sniper
The Noble Arrow
If you're a glory hound, then I'm king of the glory hounds
Posts: 268
Lycia Fame: 2
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Post by Wein Lowell on Jul 11, 2010 13:00:32 GMT -6
Wein remained silent as the green haired archer, Fargo, bypassed him in favor of all the pretty ladies. The Ostian shrugged. He didn't take it as offense, considering he'd have probably done the same.
This new group didn't seem much for introductions at the moment, which made sense considering they were recently ambushed by wolf-monsters. Last time that had happened to Wein, a forest had lit on fire and half his group had gone missing; assumed dead.
There were much more people in the cave than Wein expected. It looked about the size of your average mercenary force, though he expected their intentions were much more benign. The archer listened to Valcrist, the young swordsboy, as he explained the situation to another boy, wearing robes that Wein could identify as Etrurian. Apparently, this wasn't the first appearance of the wolf-monsters for them. So that made three confirmed sightings. Disturbing.
Wein's ears also perked up as Valcrist metioned Yaen's "old friend" but when he realized nobody was actually addressing him, he fell back into an observant silence. The total members of the group, that he could see at least, were as follows: There was Yaen, Valcrist, Fargo, the blond haired healer, and the red headed archer girl to start. There was also a black haired, black robed, not very nice looking man; a veritable shaman judging by his use of the elder arts earlier. Then there was a a fellow with green armor, a large sleeping man in the back who had just been hauled in, as well as a green haired...hey, was that Aaron? Took a second look. Indeed it was. Ah, that was right, Yaen had said he had gotten out of the woods, so that did mean he had seen him since the fire. What a coincidence that they join up with the same group shortly after parting ways.
Everyone seemed relatively good-intentioned, and if Yaen and Aaron were with them, Wein shouldn't have too much to worry about. Besides, he couldn't afford to be overly suspicious. In a time where it seemed the world was out to kill you, the only solace one could take was with other woe-begotten travelers.
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Joseph
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Time to fight, mate."
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Post by Joseph on Jul 11, 2010 15:17:12 GMT -6
There was a change in his surroundings, that much the pirate could tell. He had felt the rocky motion of him lying on a moving object, but that now changed. While Joseph was still wet, he could feel the lack of rain being poured on him. And to top it off, his new settings felt a bit... warmer. The sea rover could only guess that he was now safe.
Joseph slowly flickered his eyes open. The new sight presented to him was interesting indeed. It now seemed that he was in the hands of multiple people in a rather small room, or cave. With these multiple people came multiple voices. The cavern of sorts was alive. And the sea-wolf could make out one familiar face in the crowd. He was sitting in the back with a young lady of sorts. Joesph chuckled to himself when he saw this. Hahah... the scallop found 'imself a lady.
Compared to Fargo's postion in the fire lit room, there were four others that were in closer proximity to the pirate. These people varied greatly. One was a kid, a real red-head. There was another youngster, but he was not dressed in the garb like the red-head. Then there was the older man, who carried swords for weapons. He looked as though he came from a different land of sorts (being that Joseph had never been to Sacae before.) And then there was the darkly clothed one. He was just weird to the pirate.
The pirate sighed, being relieved that his young friend was safe. In doing so, he felt the pain from his wounds. Joseph caught his breath, cringing from the bearable agony. He then spoke softly, to no one in perticular. "Argh... Belay that. These wounds won't kill me, but blast; they're murder, matey..."
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
Posts: 305
Sacae Fame: 2
Bern Fame: 3
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: Vagabond
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on Jul 12, 2010 15:32:16 GMT -6
Yaen ungirded his swords and slumped down against the cave wall, pulling his dripping wet hair away from his face. "Valcrist, Wein. I need to talk to you." he called, gesturing for his apprentice and the archer to come closer.
When they had gathered, he spoke again, but in a hushed voice. "Valcrist, you already know, but for Wein I will clarify. Earlier I said that I might be leaving the group. I've come to a decision. We have plently of people here, I have no doubt they will manage to deliver the message of Ostia's destruction to Laus. Therefore, tomorrow I leave for Sacae. You are both welcome to come with me if you wish. I leave at dawn. You have untill then to make up your minds." The Sacaen swordsman explained.
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