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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 7, 2011 21:19:36 GMT -6
An opposing Etrurian stared down the Richter as the latter rushed the spear wielding man and his cohorts. Taking a step back, the enemy soldier lowered his spear in an attempt to ward off his pink haired attacker, but he couldn't have known how futile it was. The spearmen thrust at the Ilian commander, but the much swifter Richter quickly ducked to the side, stepping around the attack, and skillfully aimed his hand-axe at the end of the shaft of the polearm, thus slicing off the sharp spear point. The soldier, surprised but not stupid, took a step back as he attempted to gain the ground he was quickly losing to the red armored, axe wielding fiend.
Swinging the defunct weapon inwards, the Etrurian struck the advancing Richter on the shoulder with a loud crack, causing the axeman to falter, forcing him to take step to the right lest he lose his balance. In response, the Ilian grabbed the spear in an attempt to disarm his opponent, but was quickly blindsided by another axeman. The axeman, a powerful looking, bearded lug of a man, aimed his weapon at Richter's neck in an attempt to decapitate the pink haired warrior. To avoid losing his head, the Ilian commander ducked under the swipe, letting go of the spearman's spear and losing a couple of hairs in the process, only to be grabbed by a third opponent from behind.
"Got 'em!" shouted the grappler as he twisted Richter's arm, coercing the handaxe out of the Ilian's hand, and pulled his forearms back so as to create a larger, more vulnerable target for his axe-wielding friend. "Crap," hissed Richter through gritted teeth, struggling to free himself before he ended up with a heavy axe lodged squarely in his chest.
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Post by Cefia on Aug 8, 2011 15:03:11 GMT -6
Cefia was glad to be rid of another enemy but not that nick on her side was getting the way. It wasn't more than a scratch wound and she wasn't too bothered by it but hell, it was still a wound. She knew herself to be more than a wuss so she ignored it. She looked over at the other two noticing the pink haired man was in trouble while the lass was doing alright with the mage. Truthfully the safest thing for her to do was to help out the man even a little, he was their ticket out of this mess. She hoped the lass could hold out for awhile longer.
Sighing, she charged at the men, not holding the pink haired axe user. She slammed into them with enough force and with surprise and toppled all of them over in the snow. So far so good but one of them seemed to have recovered a bit too fast for her. He drew his blade, nearly cutting her head off. She swore she was pushing her luck, knowing that the weapon had left a small mark on her cheek. The other man was struggling to get up and managed to give her a punch to the face along the way. Great now she needed help, barely deflecting a blow from a blade.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 9, 2011 16:27:40 GMT -6
A force from behind pushed both Richter and his assailant forward, causing the pink haired warrior to headbutt his attacker square in the nose, which in turn sent Richter, Cefia, and the two Etrurians to the ground. The third Etrurian with the broken spear stepped back, as if waiting for an opening in the tussle so as not to hit his allies, and while he did, the remaining three captors rushed forward, all looking for a chance to get their bite out of the Ilian commander.
Richter didn't notice the other men, however, as he was too focused on trying to escape from the struggle and regain his footing. The man who had grabbed him from behind drew his sword and turned on the axe girl, but as Richter reached for his hand-axe, the larger axe-wielding Etrurian, gritting through a bloody nose, locked his hand around the pink haired commander's wrist. The Ilian attempted to pull his arm away, but the man's grip was strong enough to hold on as he threw his other hand around Richter's throat. Richter threw a well-aimed punch at the man's face, but his opponent held on, not giving an inch.
As the two struggled, a sword-wielding brigand stepped forward, his intent to skewer Richter while his back was vulnerable. Raising his sword in the air and flipping the blade downward for the killing stroke, and the sounds of spitting blood and cracking bone complimented his thrust. But the blade had not struck Richter. Noticing the man looming over him, Richter had, at the last second, pulled his body out of the way, allowing the Etrurian sword to miss him by an inch and cut through allied flesh.
The pink haired commander aimed a kick at the surprised swordsman's knee, dropping him into the snow, and as the dying axeman's grip slowly loosened from around his neck, he clambered to his feet, pulling the sword out of the man's chest. With one fell swoop, Richter spun towards the recovering swordsman, who had been attempting to climb to his knees, and beheaded him. The Etrurian with the defunct spear then jumped in, apparently hoping to catch Richter off guard with a swing of his broken pole arm, but sword twirling about his head, the Ilian commander blocked the blow with an armored arm and plunged the blade into the Etrurian's face. Blood spurt from the instantly dead man's skull as he fell backward into the snow, sword still in his head.
Steadying his feet, Richter turned to the green haired axe wielder, who was wrestling with the man who had blindsided him, and punched the brigand in the head before kicking him in the ribs and knocking him off of the girl. Not finished, he then stomped on the man's neck, breaking it and killing him.
Riled up by the combat, the Ilian turned to the last two Etrurians and threw his hands up in the air. "By all means!" he shouted above the storm, his face, armor, and clothes covered in the blood of the slain. "Attack me again! I think this blizzard is hungry for some more blood!" The Etrurians, however, simply cowered at the sight of the fearsome warrior before turning and running into the storm, fearing for their lives.
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Post by Kynlis on Aug 10, 2011 11:06:37 GMT -6
Seeing his comrades dead or fleeing, the mage who had been occupying Kynlis decided to cut his losses an leave. Kynlis gave a sigh of relief, as she sat down in the snow.
Glancing over at the pink haired man, she noticed his armor covered in blood from the bandits. She felt a little sick to her stomach, seeing all the carnage that one person could bring about, but pushed it down. After all, if not for him, both she and the green haired woman would have been killed. Said woman was currently surveying the battlefield, taking care of her minor injuries.
Kynlis stood, and tentatively walked closer to the man. "U-um, sir, were you i-injured a-anywhere?"
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Post by Cefia on Aug 10, 2011 15:04:05 GMT -6
Cefia moved her teeth, checking to see if any of them was about to be fall out. It wasn't all that bad, the punch wasn't the worse she ever got. After a few seconds of checking her jaw bones she looked over the landscape. There would be back-up here in any time now and she was smart enough to know three against an army doesn't equal surviving for long.
She hate to admit it but she was glad pink hair was here. At least now she was free... She could make an escape to the Western Isles and find a ship to join. It would be great to be rid of this blizzard stricken land but there was one problem. They never bothered to tell her exactly where they are. Sure she could find her way through the stars but the storms are quite unpredictable. The best thing for her to do is to follow the two here.
"So what be yer plan?" she asked directing the question over to the pink haired man.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 11, 2011 11:18:15 GMT -6
Richter watched the mage as running off into the snowstorm, before turning back to the pile of Etrurian corpses, which his situational allies stood among. He strode over to the Etrurian with the broken pole arm, and sighing, wrenched the blade out of the dead man's skull. The Ilian examined the blade, slowly running a finger down its edge. It wasn't the finest craftsmanship in the world, but these Etrurian equipped thugs had better gear than the men who had attacked his men in full force. The revelation only secured Richter's suspicions that he had indeed been on a one way trip to the Prophet.
Richter removed the scabbard from the corpse of the man whom the sword had originally belonged to, throwing his own into the snow before fastening the new sheate onto his waist. Then, sliding the blade into it's scabbard, the pink haired warrior walked over to the prison cart and grabbed his chestplate, putting it on over his head and fastening it back around his torso.
He then walked back over to the dead bodies of their recently slain foes, and leaned down, grabbing both the hand-axe the green haired girl had lent him and another axe out of the hand of another dead man. Strapping the latter onto his belt, he made his way over towards the two girls, still silent amidst the roar of the storm, and tossed the handaxe at the green haired girl's feet.
Now getting a clear look at her, the younger, blonder of the two caught his eye. Despite the improbability of it, he was almost positive they had crossed paths before. He couldn't quite place a name on her, but she looked very familiar. Whatever. This wasn't the time to be worrying about this.
"U-um, sir, were you i-injured a-anywhere?"
Richter gave the girl a quick glance, before turning back into the storm, thinking of a plan of action. "I'm fine," replied the Ilian, sounding a bit gruff due to their potentially dire situation, but not wanting to frighten the girl more than she already was.
His eyes scanned the horizon, but he could see little through the snow. They couldn't go back, because frankly, Richter had no idea where back was. Not only had the blizzard covered up any potential tracks, but it would be foolish to assume that, in the past day and a half, the prison cart had been moving in a straight line. As well, Clair could have moved the men by now.
"So what be yer plan?"
Richter didn't bother turning to face the axe girl, his mind still calculating their next move as his eyes zipped between the snowflakes rushing past his face. "We go forward," he growled, the tone of command still set in his voice as he threw his cape around his shoulders. The were on a relatively flat stretch of land, so the Etrurians making any changes in direction for the next few miles would have been, hopefully, unncessary. "Hopefully these thugs were actually heading somewhere. Grab the food." With that, the pink haired Ilian set off in the direction the now unmanned prison cart had been facing, hoping to run into some type of civilization.
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Post by Kynlis on Aug 12, 2011 9:55:45 GMT -6
When the man had growled out to grab the food, Kynlis hopped to it, stuffing what she could carry into a sack left behind. She also dropped the bandit's bow she had used and reclaimed her own, before hurrying after him, not wanting to lose sight of him in the storm.
Walking behind him, his pink hair swaying in the wind, Kynlis could have sworn she knew this man. But that was impossible. She'd never seen him before. She kept sending him furtive glances, trying to figure out why she felt a familiarity with this man. The archer kept quiet though. She didn't want to aggravate him anymore than he already was.
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Post by Cefia on Aug 12, 2011 14:29:22 GMT -6
Cefia packed what she could without much of a comment, gladly taking back her axe. She chose to follow this man and she'll do what was needed. Her only worry was the backups in the area. Oh they are going to be in one heck of a situation now. Well at least she chose her poison this time. The two companions of her looked like they belonged here more than she did. In these sort of time she wondered if she was better off being a mage of some sort. People said she had the capability.
"A pirate in Ilia, what a joke," she said to no one in particular.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 15, 2011 9:18:00 GMT -6
Richter's hair whipped across his face as the snowy gale swirled around them. His eyes aimed through the cold air before them, but he couldn't see more than two hundred feet into the distance due to the thick, frost laced winds. As well trudging through this thick, hard snow was forcing him to expend a lot of energy, so he imagined that it was probably a lot worse on the women. He felt a small pang of guilt for getting them involved, but seeing how things were, they hadn't exactly been in the best place at the best time.
"A pirate in Ilia, what a joke."
The green haired girl spoke aloud, her frustration detectable in her voice. Richter just grunted and shook his head. What a pirate was doing in Ilia, he did not know, but she'd have to deal. They all would.
The Ilian commander glanced over his shoulder at the blonde haired girl, catching her clandestine gaze. She seemed awfully interested in him, but who wouldn't? He had just successfully broken out of captivity and single-handedly butchered over half of his captors, men who, Richter suspected, had accosted this girl as well. What interested Richter, however, was the fact that he was interested in this girl as well. He could swear he knew this girl, but when had they met?
"Girl," he said, his voice loud over the storm. "What is your name?"
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Post by Kynlis on Aug 15, 2011 10:56:13 GMT -6
Seeing the pink haired man glance back at her and catch her gaze, Kynlis quickly looked away, embarrassed. When he called out to her, asking her name, she stumbled a bit before replying.
"M-My name? I'm...Kynlis," she said, glancing back up at him before quickly averting her gaze, clearly intimidated by his intensity.
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Post by Cefia on Aug 15, 2011 15:35:31 GMT -6
Cefia followed along a distance away. Keeping an eye open for action and another at the two others. She kept silent and only thought about the situation. Well her identity would hardly matter to these people and using her usual language would probably agitate them. She thought to herself if she should drop the accent and talk normally or just keep her mouth shut for most of the way. It didn't matter...
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 18, 2011 6:41:48 GMT -6
Richter stopped walking. Kynlis? That was it. Kynlis was the girl who had joined them back at Salvation Point. She'd been with his troop up until Ostia, but she had disappeared soon after they had escaped the undead that had been swarming the city. Richter had assumed the event had taken its toll on the girl and that she'd gone with the Etrurian refugees, but seeing that she was now lost with him up in the cold wastes of Ilia, that didn't seem to be the case.
She didn't look as if she remembered him, though. In fact, she seemed scared of him. What had happened to her.
"You, pirate," blurted Richter, his right hand pointing towards Kynlis as he faced the axegirl, "where did you find this girl?"
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Post by Cefia on Aug 18, 2011 14:51:29 GMT -6
Cefia was checking up on her monocle to make sure it was still in one piece before noticing that the pink haired menace was addressing her. She wasn't too concerned about the situation except for the fact that others will check up soon or the ones that escaped will soon have reinforcements. The man seemed to at least have a certain degree of respect for others compared to those she was with. Why was she so hard headed nowadays?
"Th' other scallywags prolly foun her 'n abducted her, I got naught t' do about it," she answered. This was the truth and she had no problem saying it.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 24, 2011 12:44:43 GMT -6
Richter's mouth pursed into a thin line as his gaze drifted back over to Kynlis, the pirate girl displaying a lack of knowledge at how the young girl had ended up in this godforsaken edge of the world. The commander wouldn't admit it, but he felt guilty, seeing as how Kynlis disappeared under his command.
Stepping back into his longer gait, Richter pushed on into the snow, not quite done with the pirate. "Nothing to do with it? Then why else is a pirate so far away from any water that isn't frozen? Not much to loot or plunder up here."
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Post by Cefia on Sept 1, 2011 15:32:11 GMT -6
Cefia didn't expect that any of them to care as long as they had an extra fighter on their hands. Now how to break it to the pink haired man, getting lost is hardly an excuse for a pirate to become lost. Then there was that offensive statement coming out of his mouth. She sighed with a start and decided to just explain the situation in a normal tone as to make things easier on them.
"I understand your confusion but by no means was I voluntarily drafted into the situation," she began with a smooth sincere voice, taking out her monocle and beginning to clean it while caring her bag of supplies under her right arm.
"I do not wish to bore you with the details and I will try to make it as brief as possible," she said, breathing in a bit to prepare her explanation.
"It began with an aberrant visit to my family in Etruria, of course I heard about this grand prophet but due to my impetuous, although I would rather say passionate, speech critique against the prophet I had earned myself imprisonment with a definite execution order on my head," she was just about finished and a bit tired of talking in her regular language. In a way she was bilingual in the language of piracy and the noble. Before she began she put on her monocle and got a better grasp on the sack.
"Being as my family was a prominent and influential member of the merchant sector in Etruria, they proposed an arrangement to the active military."
"In return for their products in a heavily discounted rate I would be allowed to live under the guise of my enrollment as a volunteer soldier, of course I would have preferred to decline but under their pleading glances and tears, how am I to deny my own kin," Cefia shrugged a bit at the end, this was awfully personal information she had released to a man she had just met but she really couldn't see how it would effect her once she returned to the Western Isles.
"It just so, by foul luck, that I had ended up being deployed in here of all place, that just about gives my reason for being here!" she ended with a positive note.
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