Casey Figaro
The "Before" years
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Post by Casey Figaro on Feb 3, 2011 18:30:32 GMT -6
((This takes place right after "Will Work For Salvation" in Etruria. The town that this group left was called "Villefront" and the village journeyed to here is called "Apenanti", right near the mountains bordering Etruria and the Lycian League to the southwest.)) It was a relatively short trip over the mountains and riding on the beast named 'Aragog' wasn't as bad as he thought it would be cut out to be. As soon as Apenanti came into view, Casey easily pointed it out. The small city looked much different than Etrurian architecture, there even being an old fortress at the feet of the mountains on a large hill that overlooked the Lycian city. Casey had never been this high in the sky before. It was as if he was on a ship that sailed the skies. "I'll leave it to you, Silvine, to find a place to return to the land! Your young wyvern must be fatigued right now!" Figaro shouted, the high winds dampening everything he could manage to hear. "Good thing we passed through the border gate back on the mountain without a problem! We shouldn't have any more troubles from now on!" He shouted again, holding tightly to the arrows in his quiver to make sure they didn't fall out. |
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Post by Silvine Knightwood on Feb 4, 2011 10:14:22 GMT -6
"Well Sir Figaro, I'm not seeing anything... hm? A city up ahead? I think I can see it... Sir Figaro, hold on tight, we're moving in." Silvine said.
Just then, two arrows shot up, narrowly missing the wyvern's tail.
"Sir Figaro, someone is shooting at us! Quick, look down to see who are our attackers... I think your archery skills may come in handy here. I need to steer clear off these arrows!" Silvie screamed, as he made Aragog fly higher.
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Casey Figaro
The "Before" years
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Post by Casey Figaro on Feb 25, 2011 18:31:51 GMT -6
"I won't be much use to you up here, Silvine! I'll need you to drop me off somewhere in order to get a clear shot at them! Drop me off somewhere and I can take 'em out from the ground!"
He held on tight as more arrows flew by. Since they were getting higher and out of range, it was as if he could snatch one of the arrows if he wanted to.
Figaro was too far away to make out any markings or figure out who the attackers were, but whoever they were, they were taking a lot of chance firing up in the sky near a populated city. Fools!
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Post by Silvine Knightwood on Mar 4, 2011 9:15:06 GMT -6
"Its going to be real risky, Sir Figaro! We might get hit! I'll still try though... pray that you don't fall off my wyvern!" Silvine warned the black haired archer.
"Silvine, you really are'nt trying to-" Theodor was about to finish as another arrow just missed him by an inch.
"Sorry Theodor, but we need to find out who our attackers are." Silvine said as he started moving down.
It was grave misfortune that struck Silvine and Co. First, one arrow hit Aragog's tail, slowing it down, and then another at the right edge if its right wing, making it lose balance as it tilted, making Theodor hold its neck tightly as Silvine held Figaro's hand tightly- Figaro was about to fall.
And then, there was sudden crashing, as Silvine was knocked over, luckily he brought up Figaro on to Aragog's back just in time.
It was a good thing that Silvine was in his armour about 10 metres above ground. He was able to slow himself by trying to grab on to the tree next to him, it still did not save him from falling and hurting his leg badly... probably a fracture.
Meanwhile, Aragog was losing its control, carrying Theodor and Casey....
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Casey Figaro
The "Before" years
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One thing first: May I see your weapon?
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Post by Casey Figaro on Mar 5, 2011 6:07:15 GMT -6
Figaro was petrified. As the wyvern spun and struggled, he hung on tight. He was then thrown off of Aragog's back and slammed into a creek bed. He felt like he couldn't move. He didn't know if it was just having the wind knocked out of him or something worse, but he was extremely sore and his head throbbed and pulsed.
As if this wasn't the worst of it, he could feel his body being dragged from the shallows of the creekbed into the stream by the flow of water. So much for broken bones and cuts if he drowns to death. Luckily, his quiver case was lodged in the pebbles, buying him time. He had no more arrows as they had fallen out long ago. The bowstring on his bow also snapped though to much to Casey's delight, the bow itself was not broken.
If those men were to show up, however, he'd have no way of protecting himself. Hell, with his condition right now and with Theodor and Silvine nowhere to be seen, he figured they'd all be captured or killed.
As a bit of pain let away, Casey dragged himself to the side of the creek. The grassy overgrowth on the sides that hung over like curtains made it hard to climb up however. He could hear a few men shouting among each other, moving towards the creek bed. He pulled himself under the grassy overgrowth and hid, trying not to mind all the mud, pain, and difficulty to breathe.
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