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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Mar 2, 2011 20:12:59 GMT -6
Kelvin thought to himself for a moment. He didn't believe this man was telling the entire truth and the easiest way to find out what had happened was to get inside of the city. However, he could be walking straight into a trap. Kelvin glanced down at his lance, trying to reassure himself. I'm sure some townsfolk couldn't present a large problem for him. He nodded and looked back up at the man. "That will be suitable, stranger. My horse and I are rather tired, as we have been traveling for some time. Please, lead the way, err... Nasir, was it?" he said, gesturing towards the town.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on May 31, 2011 13:14:26 GMT -6
OOC: I have permission to be NPCing Nasir.
BIC: Nasir nodded and began to walk back towards town, being sure to keep a modest distance between him and the knight. He had to be sure that, in the instance that this Sir Kelvin was an Ilian spy, he would be able to get into a good position to fight, and potentially disable, him. While Kelvin certainly outclassed him, Nasir had noted that he was wearing rather heavy armor and appeared winded. If he moved quickly he would be able to overwhelm the knight eventually. Or so he hoped. He prayed that the situation wouldn't devolve into needless fighting.
It didn't take long for the pair to arrive in town and Nasir, who had been more focused on Kelvin, had led them to the center of town, where the pile of Ilian bodies still smoldered. Realizing his mistake, Nasir froze in place. He dared not turn to face Kelvin. All he could do know is wait for the knight's reaction.
"This was a minor struggle?" Kelvin asked, dumbfounded.
"Well, Sir Kelvin... you see..." Nasir sputtered, turning to face Kelvin.
Kelvin sprung to action, thrusting his lance at Nasir, stopping it just before Nasir's neck. "What happened here?" he demanded.
"I knew it! I knew you were an Ilian agent! You've come to gain information, haven't you? And know that you've seen what we've done, you'll go running back to Ilia and crush us with your army," Nasir shouted, accusingly.
Kelvin's face scrunched up in confusion. "Ilian agent? I'm a knight of Caelin. I was here in Bern with Sir Rayl Torien. I had no prior knowledge of any struggle in Linz. nor had I ever heard of the town. Look at my helmet, Nasir," he said, gesturing to where the helmet hung from Kashmir's saddle. "That is not Ilian crest. Its is the crest of the Marquess of Caelin."
Nasir looked from Kelvin's helmet to an Ilian helmet that had rolled from the fire. It was true. The crests on the helmets were very different. Kelvin was indeed from Caelin and not Ilia. "I apologize, Sir Kelvin. I did not mean to accuse you nor mislead you. But after today's happenings, Linz is on high alert for an Ilian counterattack and one can never be too sure who is an enemy."
Kelvin lowered his lance. "Understandable," Kelvin agreed, with a slight nod. "Now, what really happened here?"
"How about we continue this conversation over a tall glass of ale?"
"Sounds good to me," Kelvin agreed. "Lead the way."
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jun 1, 2011 19:05:49 GMT -6
Kelvin and Nasir headed for the tavern. After grabbing a pair of mugs, the pair sat down at a table in the corner. They sipped their drinks in silence for a moment, before Kelvin spoke up.
"So what exactly is happening here? People are rushing around and that was an awful lot of bodies to be just a minor incident."
Nasir took a moment to collect himself, then looked up at Kelvin, "As you probably know, Bern has been occupied by Ilia for quite some time now. And while it's been beneficial to the economies of both countries, the people of Bern have suffered under Ilia's oppression. Bernese women are treated as objects and our men are simply laborers for Ilian profit. This has been going on for far too long and the people of Linz have finally realized it. What you see here today is the beginning of a new day for Bern. A day where we need not fear oppression or mistreatment. We are the rebellion and we won't stop until Bern is free once more."
Kelvin sat, thinking for a moment, then, after a quick nod, put his mug on the table and said, decisively, "I'm in."
"Excuse me?" Nasir said, puzzled at the knight's statement.
"Your rebellion. I'm in. This idea of freedom, it's so... incredible. It's something worth fighting for. So I'm in. I'll help you free your country. You could use someone like me, someone with experience."
Nasir was overwhelmed. Not but an hour or two ago had they wondered how they would train their soldiers, and now here was this knight from Caelin ready to fight for the rebellion."I don't know what to say... I..."
"You don't have to say anything. I'm guessing our time is short, and long thank yous will only slow us down. Time is of the essence. So lead me to your men. I'm eager to meet them."
Nasir stood up quickly. "Right this way," he said, gesturing to the door.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jun 23, 2011 13:29:50 GMT -6
Nasir lead Kelvin to the fort where the men were waiting. True to his word, Tomas had gathered every man in the town capable of fighting, and the result was little more than a scruffy group of farmers. There was maybe two hundred people gathered in the fort, and less than half of them seemed comfortable with the weapons they held in their hands. As soon as Kelvin got a good look at the assembled men, he cocked his eyebrow at Nasir. "This is your army?" He asked, not sure what to make of the situation.
"Well, they may not be professional soldiers they've got spirit. Besides, now we have you to train them into an army capable of rebelling against Ilia," Nasir replied, confident in his men.
"That'll take months!" Kelvin shouted, "We don't have that much time! Based on the troop movements I saw on my way here, we have a month and a half, tops, for Ilia to organize and stage a counterattack. And that's if we get lucky. Are your prepared to send these men to their death? Because I'm sure they aren't ready."
"Kelvin, these men have something that the Ilian's don't. They have something to fight for. These men would gladly die for their country and it's that kind of determination that will win this battle. Alongside your training of course."
"Nasir is right!" One man shouted.
"We can beat those dogs!" Another called out.
Kelvin rolled his eyes, but nodded at Nasir, "Alright. I'll join your damn suicide mission. I just hope you know what you're getting these people into." Then he turned to the assembled men. "Men of Linz! My name is Kelvin Calderon. I'm here to train you to fight as soldiers and as an army! You will do just as I say! I tell you to jump, you say 'How high?' You listen to me and with all luck we might just survive! Do you understand?"
A collective shout confirmed Kelvin's question. "Good!," Kelvin affirmed, "We begin bright and early tomorrow morning. Get some rest and be ready for the longest month of your lives."
Kelvin and Nasir left the cheering men behind in the fort and headed back into the town. "If there's anything I can help you with, Sir Kelvin, I will try to assist you. I am a smith and we have several other specialized workers in the town."
"Actually, Nasir, my armor has gotten a bit worn and I was thinking about having it reforged as well as having a set forged for my horse. Do you think you could do that?"
"Of course. It shouldn't take too long. In fact, I'll get started on it now, while you get yourself situated at the inn," Nasir said to Kelvin.
Kelvin took a few moments to remove his armor and put it into a cloth sack, then handed it to Nasir. Then he headed to the inn for some much needed sleep.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jun 25, 2011 19:34:33 GMT -6
Dawn came early for Kelvin. He dressed quickly and stuffed some food down his throat. He decided against wearing armor, as Nasir had his and he had yet to grab an extra set from the fort. He grabbed his lance and headed quickly to the field where the rebellion would be waiting. The training would be tough, and Kelvin was almost certain that they wouldn't be ready. But he had promised Nasir that he would train his men and he wasn't about start breaking promises now.
There was a slight hill that overlooked where the men were gathered and Kelvin went straight there. He turned to face the men. "Good morning, men of Linz. I trust you are well rested and ready to train?"
There was a general consensus of 'ayes', so Kelvin continued, "As we have little time, this training will be grueling. The Ilians will show you no mercy, so neither will I. This training will be intense, grueling, and painful. If you don't think your suited for this, go home now. I don't have time for babysitting." He paused for a moment waiting for anyone to leave. When no one did, he smiled and said, "Excellent. We will begin with one on one duels, to assess your combat readiness. Who's first?" Kelvin asked stepping forward.
One man, without speaking, rushed forward, sword held high. Kelvin stared him down as he got closer and when he got in range, he slammed the lance into the man's stomach. The man coughed twice then collapsed to the ground. "Next?" Kelvin asked, not amused at all. This continued through five or six more attempts, before Kelvin held his hand up. "Stop," he commanded, "We're not going to get anywhere like this. I want you to break up into divisions based on weapons and the amount of armor that you are wearing. We'll proceed from there."
Shaking his head, he turned to Nasir, who had just arrived in the field. "We've got a long way to go," Kelvin remarked, not looking hopeful.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jul 20, 2011 11:39:08 GMT -6
The next three weeks crawled along at a very sluggish pace. The men were careless and arrogant and nothing Kelvin said was getting through to them. None of the drills or exercises Kelvin put them through had any effect and time was growing short. One one particular day during the third week, the men were undergoing routine drills that made them look much less like an army, and more like a schoolyard brawl. Kelvin held up his hand, a signal he had been using far too much in the past three weeks. "Stop! If you fight like that, the Ilians are going to slaughter you. Again!" he ordered. The two groups separated and Kelvin gave them the signal to begin. The two groups ran at each other and met in the middle,most collided with a man form the other group. Several bouts of wrestling broke out and most had abandoned their weapons. It was pure calamity, the kind of warfare that would end in the untimely deaths of every man assembled.
"ENOUGH!" Kelvin shouted, his aggravation omnipresent in his voice. "I've had enough of this! You men aren't soldiers! You're simple workmen in way over your heads! Forget any dreams of freeing Bern from oppression! You've doomed your families and the people of Bern to years of suffering under an increased Ilian rule! The Ilian fist is coming down upon you quick and you have just as much of a chance against it as does a crippled infant! So pack and go home! Prepare yourself for the rage Ilia brings upon thee! Tell your families how you have failed, so they may wallow in your despair! My words fall upon deaf ears, so I'm finished with you! You've failed me, you've failed Nasir, you've failed you country, and worst of all, you've failed your families!" With that, Kelvin concluded his brutal dismissal, and turned to walk towards his tent.
He had only made it halfway, when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Kelvin turned to see who was approaching, and barely had time to block the sword of the man who had charged at him. Kelvin made a swipe at the man's legs but he deftly jumped of the lance's shaft and made a vertical slash for Kelvin's head. Using the lance's momentum, Kelvin rolled aside and pushed off the ground into a lunge. The man sidestepped the attack and landed a kick on Kelvin's back. The cavalier stumbled, but managed to stay on his feet. He wheeled around to find the man charging with his sword held close to his body. He struck rapidly at Kelvin who repeatedly blocked the attacks, but the man was gaining momentum against the cavalier. He made one more rapid horizontal strike transitioned it into a brutal upward blow that sent Kelvin's lance sailing into the air. The man concluded the duel by holding the tip of his sword against Kelvin's throat.
Kelvin's shocked expression slowly melted in to a smile that grew very quickly. "Very good," he decreed with a chuckle, "Perhaps there's some hope for you lot after all. Who's next?" He challenged the men, producing cheers and laughter from the assembled men.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jul 29, 2011 11:25:10 GMT -6
Following the unexpected duel, the rebels improved at a fiery pace. The men were inspired and driven and it showed in their progress. They acted as one, progressing quickly through the beginning and intermediate drills and moved straight into advanced drills. When Kelvin gave an order, the men went straight to it without question and did it well. But one question still lingered in the air. How would they defeat a superior group of soldiers that also outnumbered them?
The answer came to Kelvin one night as he returned to his tent. It had become a bit of a game among the men to see who could pin Kelvin and, to this point, most of the men had failed. However, this night, several of the swordsman had gone ahead of Kelvin and were waiting to ambush him in his tent. As Kelvin opened the flap to his tent, four of the swordsmen jumped on Kelvin, holding his arms and legs to the ground, while a fifth put his foot on Kelvin's chest and declared, "Pinned ya." Kelvin stood up laughing, "Alright that's a point for each of you. Now get back to your tents before I spear all of you." The men saluted him and ran off to their tents. Kelvin entered his tent and sat down on his bedroll. Every time he had returned to his tent at night, Kelvin had tried to devise a strategy to tackle this larger force, but all so far came with great loss to the rebels. But this night as he sat down to brainstorm, he was still chuckling to himself about the little "ambush" his men had pulled off. And then it hit him. An ambush. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He grabbed the nearest clean piece of parchment and began feverishly scribbling down a plan. He would have four separate groups lay in wait for the Ilian army to approach, and when they were fully encircled by the rebels, the attack would begin. Then, when the time came, a fifth group of mounted cavalry would plow through the Ilians, sowing even more chaos. The plan was near perfect and rebel casualties would almost certainly be low.
The next day, Kelvin took hims men to the road that led to Linz and began working on the plan. The landscape was perfect for an ambush, with forested hills on both sides of the road. The rebels then spent the rest of their time practicing the plan and awaiting the arrival of the approaching army.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Aug 1, 2011 6:52:42 GMT -6
When the Ilians finally came, the rebels were ready and waiting. The day finally came, two months from the beginning of Kelvin's training. It was late into the night and most of the men were sleeping, with only the lookouts still awake. If the signal were to come, however, the men would be roused and ready in minutes. A scouting party was skimming the the forests near the road in anticipation of the approaching army. "Do ya think they're ever gonna come for us? Or was this all a fluke?" One of the men asked, not exactly trying to be quiet. Nasir, who was leading the scouting party, held his finger to his lips and shushed the men. "I think I see something," he whispered to his men. Sure enough, in the distance, light could be seen slowly creeping down the road. To gain a better view, the group moved towards the light, staying just out of view of the road. Sure enough, within a few minutes, Ilian soldiers could be seen moving down the road. While not moving at a rapid pace, the army was bound to reach the rebels within a ten to fifteen minutes. They had to move fast.
Nasir turned to his men and nodded. They began to back away from the road, towards the rebels. They moved slowly and avoided any twigs or sticks that lay scattered across the ground. One of the men got careless however, and a twig snapped loud enough to be heard by the approaching soldiers. "What was that? Who's there?" One of the Ilians shouted from the road. Nasir and his rebels stood motionless, frozen with the fear of being discovered. If the Ilians were alerted now, the plan would be ruined, and all hope for Linz would be lost. By some divine providence, however, a squirrel darted onto the path and stood, staring, at the soldiers. "Oh for the love of.... It's just a squirrel, Rowles. A bit jumpy tonight, are we?" Nasir and his men breathed collective sighs of relief and began to move away from the army.
Once out of earshot, the men took off sprinting through the forest, racing against time to rouse the rebels. The four men broke off towards their ambush groups, as Nasir headed towards the town where Kelvin and his cavalry waited. Nasir burst through the flap and shook Kelvin awake. "The Ilians are coming! Rouse your men! We have to prepare!" Kelvin groggily nodded and Nasir headed back to his group. Kelvin stood and quickly donned the red armor that the rebels wore and went to prepare his men. Back on the road, the time was drawing near and the four separate ambush groups had just finished preparing. Four separate signal lanterns were lit and the ambush was ready. All they had to do now was wait for the Ilian army to spring the trap. Soon enough, the armor-clad men appeared in the distance, and within minutes, were in a position where the rebels ambush would make retreat very difficult for the Ilians. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and in an instant, a volley of arrows was let loose from both sides of the road. The Ilians, caught completely off guard, did not find time to react to the sudden volley and several were taken down by arrows. A fierce battle cry rang out from the forest, and rebels poured out of the trees, charging headlong into the unsuspecting Ilian army.
The battle of Linz had begun.
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Post by Virgil von Visconti on Aug 6, 2011 3:08:56 GMT -6
No two warriors do the same thing in preparation for a battle. Some celebrate as though it is the last time seeing old friends; some worry and write home, hoping a falcon will deliver their final thoughts, some whisper prayers and hymns. Today the holy verses danced from the caravans yet no soldier of those soldiers who worried about the Saint of their enemies hearing the prayers to their divine ones. No this verse did not come from the soldiers, instead this hymn rang from a locked-down cage being transported with soldiers to Bern. There a prisoner named Virgil sat; convicted of being a Bern spy. He was weak, tired and starving. He was donned in armor much like a theatrical version of their own armor, humming. "A hail of death, a plague that spares me, a spear to the driver's gut. One of the hundreds is all it takes to save a follower. This small bit of luck among a never ending series of misfortunes would surely convince me of your existence. Oh fortunate goddess grant me this favor so I might honor you with every time I make a stroke of my sword." silence followed the prayed, that seemed to stay for too long. Then from a curious noise that sounded something like the trees cracking on a tree... or a bow pulled back near the point of breaking. Virgil grabbed onto his bars and held on. arrows fell down like rain. The driver made a final awful sound then all was quiet again. A bump on the road; the sound of a horse neighing in pain; the rattling as the caravan lost it's balance. The cage went flying out into the battlefield, crushing his caretaker who had been forced out by the blow. Virgil smiled thanking the master of luck with a silent whisper. Picking up the caretaker's spear he managed to gather up the keys from where they landed and slowly cranked open his cage's door.
Virgil could not think of a reason everyone in this battlefield would not prefer him dead. He sighed, walked over, picked up his ornamental sword and tied his shackled as best he could for grip. He knew Fortune was smiling; he would survive today.
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Aug 6, 2011 15:25:19 GMT -6
The rebels poured onto the road from both sides, rushing into the Ilian ranks. The Ilians were so shocked by the sudden onslaught that many on the outside of the ranks were cut down before they could resist. Then the real fighting began. Bernese rebels mixed with Ilian regulars and a vicious battle broke out in the middle of the road. While clearly outnumbered, the rebels fought with a brutal tenacity that was unmatched. It wasn't long however, before their momentum began to wane. Sensing this, one of the archers lit his arrow and shot it at high angle. It flew into the sky lighting the area briefly.
Back in the town, Kelvin saw the arrow in the sky and turned to his men. "Charge!" He shouted and he and his men surged out of the town, towards the only road out of town.
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Post by Virgil von Visconti on Aug 7, 2011 5:08:11 GMT -6
Virgil watched, awestruck as the fiery arrow lit the sky. illuminating how fast the Ilian ranks fell back. amongst the scuffling of feet he heard the galloping of hooves the creak as the gates of Bern opened momentarily to welcome Ilia with a charging cavalry. There he saw a rider of Caelin armor lit by the arrow's light. And he pondered what a fellow Lycian was doing here.
But there was far more to see in that second of light under the arrow. He saw the enemy fought with the armor of Ilia, recently won, recently re-fitted, and recently trained. He saw many rushing in odd formations, fighting more like cavalry then infantry. He heard no orders from the confused ranks of Ilia, and he felt that if this kept up Ilia was doomed. Lastly he wondered what the Bern might do to him if they managed to break Ilia's army, fear managed to conjure a few ideas; and a little inspiration. "ILIANS TO ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!"
Only a few warriors decided to crowd around the strange man who spoke, but then again only a few could hear over the clang of steel. "Warriors! The Bern have proven themselves both traitors and more competent then we could have imagined. This is not their fault, but that of a Caelin knight who guides them! You may notice that I am not your commander, I tell you now that I am a warrior of Lycia, and I do not plan on anything but an Ilian victory. Grab a torch and follow me if you want to win!" With a mad dash he ran towards his upturned caravan on the side of the road. He noticed the pace of the enemy was slowing but still trimming the line of the Ilian up front. "We're going to need a large ram to break their charge. Caravan! Up! Double-time!" The horses were severed from the cart, and the soldiers slowly worked as one to make the behemoth of wood rise again. While this happened Virgil looked forward to the ever encroaching front line. Bern cavalry had made a hole in the line, but they still had time. "Archers! Get inside as soon as it's up. Aim for cavalry and pay attention to any rider that wears green! Shields-man stand in front to guard the archers."
The hole in the Ilian line allowed a fast eager horse to break through. His eyes met with Virgil and both knew one of them would soon die. Virgil put his blade underneath his boots and pulled sharply upwards. The blade bent until it was nearly ninety degrees. He steadied his body and readied his weapon not like a sword, but like a large stick ready for a large swing. His opponent raised his hand ready to deliver the death blow to his opponent.
At the last moment Virgil through his whole body into the swing of the sword, clashing with that of the cavalryman. The weak bent section of the blade snapped from the force and found a home between the eyes of the rider. The horse however still managed to knock Virgil to the ground
Virgil stood stunned for a moment; eyes wide and chest pounding as he realized that this was his first real kill. He breathed deep, calming himself, as he was brought to his feet by one of the few Ilian's who now depended on him to survive. "Soldiers! we push them back into the forest and burn them to the ground!"
The caravan sped towards the enemy, charging through the very hole in the ranks the enemy had just made.
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Post by Virgil von Visconti on Aug 11, 2011 4:38:05 GMT -6
It took very little time for the caravan to become completely surrounded.
Then men fell one by one, dragged off by one of the countless townsfolk they knew they outclassed and outnumbered. Yet somehow they fell. The spear man near Virgil was pulled by his feet into a sea of warriors, and even over the steel he could hear his cry. Without a moment’s hesitation he picked up the man’s spear and chucked it into the endless flesh. Hoping he would spare the man another second of life. He would never know if he was successful, for the shrill cry of a caravan archer rang out louder then the spear that flew from his hands.
Virgil instinctively gazed into his caravan and saw at the shields men pierced three times while the last archer bled from her head, firing two arrows per half-drawn bow, while her mouth stood agape in fear of the enemy hidden in darkness. That fear consumed him too; for in that moment he felt a shaft of pain and his body grew numb. He looked down to see a large protruding arrow jamming through his armor into his left shoulder.
Virgil felt the world slowed and the only noise was ringing in his ear for a while. He looked over to the Ilian lines, and saw them pushing forward. He saw another Ilian close to him stabbed through. Casually his gaze drifted up to his companion’s murderer. His eyes grew red. Virgil saw his own broken blade his companion’s killer. Then he regained consciousness. His cheek bled from the wound of an axe. Funny; his blood tasted bitter.
Ten of his men still remained, and now he had about ten seconds to survey before they would have to kill again. Virgil saw that the Ilians had managed to conquer a little back on the right side of the caravan thanks to the distraction. The left however was losing scores of men and would not hold for long. If they kept going with his plan there was no way they would even make it to the forest; forget about surviving the battle.
Fortune blessed his mind at that moment. "GET ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE CARAVAN! RETREAT FROM THE CARAVAN! JOIN WITH YOUR BROTHERS-IN-ARMS!" His men ran faster than a mage in the desert to get that order complete. The other Ilians smiled at the survivors and looked towards the young Virgil with more trust. But right now he needed a Pegasus Knight. A commodity Ilia prided itself on.
Virgil saw none in site. But his voice was deep and piercing; he decided to risk it. "ALL ILIAN TROOPS, GET READY TO CHARGE THE CARAVAN! PEGASUS KNIGHTS, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME I BET YOU A RED GEM CAN'T MAKE THAT CARAVAN BOUNCE EIGHT TIMES. ON MY MARK!" The enemy came around the sides. They didn't matter right now. "THREE" The Bern soldier’s footsteps seem to go faster in synch. They could feel the ground rumble right behind the caravan. Two of the soldiers lit torches for the archers to see their targets. "TWO" Archers emerged from the other side. Firing volley after volley into their ranks. The men successfully raised their shields and guarded against the onslaught of arrows. Virgil watched the arrows drift to the ground after breaking on their shields. They broke near a large stick. He could use that stick.
"ONE." The enemy broke past the caravan, throwing caution away for the death of their oppressors. At this moment Virgil’s stick illuminated with the fires of his companion’s torch. With his right arm he broke the arrow lodged in his shoulder. With his left he threw the arrow into the caravan. The torches soon assisted in bringing the large canvas to a blaze.
"MARK!" The Ilian soldiers charged forwards screaming like berserkers. Pegasi descended as shadows from the darkness of the sky into the light of the caravans fire. A few spear men paid attention to the enemy horde. It allowed everyone else to funnel through to the carriage. Each warrior hit the flaming wreckage like a tornado, sending it rolling and flying into the air. The . The caravan lept off the ground and began bouncing. One. Two. Three. Four. Five and its wheels are gone. Six. Seven, the archer’s flaming corpse flies out of the canvas. Eight, the corpse hits a Bern Rider knocking him into archers. Nine, into the forest it goes!
Virgil smiled as he watched the enemies still within the forest burn. He saw the archers still nearby cower and he saw a tree quickly fall and crush an enemy. He could see all of them by that raging fire. Virgil turned to the skirmish his men were having with the enemy. His teeth gritted and his eyes widened. He felt the pain and the exhaustion, but the fire behind him, and the horses above him were warming him and invigorating him as though he were a phoenix. His fingers clenched on his blade until then began to burn and chafe, but Virgil neither noticed nor cared.
“TO GLORY!”
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Aug 13, 2011 15:21:49 GMT -6
Cen saw alot of fire, alot of fire. He didn't really know why he had come back to Bern. He guessed he just went where the wind pointed. And now that wind fed a fire burning a fire close to the town Cen had planned to sleep in. He saw a lot of what looked like towns people fighting with Illian soldiers and cavalry, against a force of Illians. Well that sure seemed confusing. Cen didn't know how this conflict had started, but he remembered the day Felane had died at the hands of Illian controlled bandits.
Cen hefted his lance in case an attack, although he doubted his Laus armor and the crest of a Cornwell knight ment anything here. He began looking for a route to get somewhere where he could help the men of Bern without getting overwhelmed.
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Post by Virgil von Visconti on Aug 13, 2011 16:42:18 GMT -6
Virgil did not possess the energy to stop. His hand kept moving, slower then many of the enemy or many of his friends. His feet kept grudging onwards. Despite how much the burning in his legs and arms told him to stop he couldn't. Every time he struck it seemed as though his blade was parried and he was about to meet his end. But every time some of his men lunged passed him and thrust a spear into the tip of the pre-occupied enemy. They were a whirling cyclone and they were invincible. He could feel his very stupidity moving the blades of those behind him. He felt as the man who directed the storms. hit after hit after hit, until finally; as though by accident his blade struck true and brought the last Bern soldier within fifty feet down. he smiled and looked back to his men. Each and every one of them writhed in pain on the ground. Few would survive long enough to see a healer. Something he could remedy. His sword still drawn he ran he ran shouting "HEALER!" as loud as he could.
That was when he saw something peculiar on the outskirts of the battle. A man wearing the armor of Laus. He from Santaruz, The rider from Caelin and this man from Laus. Was the entire Lycian League involved in this fight!? What kind of value did Linz hold!?
But any soldier with his own armor is probably worth more then the rest. He ran towards the Lausian; stopping only to point his sword before yelling "MAN OF LAUS! WHO DO YOU FIGHT FOR!"
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Aug 15, 2011 19:47:32 GMT -6
Damn it, Cen thought. He saw that the Illian soldiers had defeated the Bernese soldiers with godly speed. Now he had eyes on him and no way of getting around. The battlefield was a place where a man proved himself, the man at arms of Laus had once said, the truth is his blade, a lie a cowards sheild. Cen took time to clear his throat, then said, "I fight for what's right, in this conflict I know not your claims, but I've seen atrocities comitted by Illia before so I must be biased, because I was about to make my way to aid Bern on the other side of you." Cen paused and pointed his lance to meet a sword that seemed very ill made or maybe damaged. The shaft of his lance ran under the length of his arm and stretched far beyond his back. He spoke up once more, "I suppose this is where you give the order to kill me?" He raised his eyebrows.
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