Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Apr 8, 2012 13:47:30 GMT -6
Isabel nodded, looking over her little group while Calvin got his whistle from Ark. So, she had the bard, the thief, and herself... She knew that Calvin would be useless, and the thief would be even worse at front-line fighting than Jya had been. To make a long story short, it looked like she was going to be the biggest form of offense in the group, and she had maybe two Fluxes in her at this point. So, unless something extremely unexpected happened, like, say, another mage showing up, their mission would be more one of stealth, hiding in the corner, and murdering everything.
The black cat, meanwhile, separated himself from the group to watch the red-clad man "sneak" towards Solomon's group... Poorly. Dropping his horse off at the recently vacated town, the man (who also had red-hair) came closer and closer to the group, until he walked past Solomon, sitting on a small rock, and then whisper-shouted at Isabel and Calvin and those other people.
Isabel just stared at the new arrival, not quite registering what he said. A quick look over him gave her all she needed to know. "Hey, Aaron. I call taking red-head over here!" the shamaness called over to the sage, and then looked at red one again. He looked... Vaguely familiar. Had she perhaps seen him in passing once? Eh, she'd have to ask Calvin about it later. No time for that kind of thing right now. The blue-haired girl walked over to the new arrival, smiling. "Hello there. My name is Isabel LeFury, and you are going to assist us in absolutely crushing those bandits since you seem so worried for our safety."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 8, 2012 16:57:16 GMT -6
The first to approach was a girl, with a love of the color blue. She would look quite better if all that blue had been red, but of course it wasn't. Few people know the secrets of true fashion and style like him, and no one even follows the golden rule. Put red everywhere. She looked chipper, but at the same time tired, and smelt like onions with which coupled with her robes gave him an immediate impression of a shaman. Which means that she was all into elder magic and whatnot which was cool, he never used it, but elder magic is pretty nifty. It's much more physical then anima, which was just elements being manipulated. A flux can hit a person like a rock if the right person casts it, while a fire spell is gonna be fire no matter how you manipulate it. She looked quite pale though, that's normal for shamans. They were too busy reading and being all creepy and stuff to get sunshine, but being creepy is a part of the shaman job description. If she didn't look creepy, she wouldn't be a very good shaman. If she was a shaman. Which she probably was because Elias was never wrong, unless he was, which happens a lot. Actually Elias was wrong often. Huh. Maybe she wasn't one, and just thought robes were stylish. Which they were, and that was a completely proper sentiment.
There was other people over there, a blond kid, some green (disgusting color really) haired fellow. Some other people too, but they weren't important enough to catch his attention. Or maybe they were, but he would need to get closer to properly gauge their importance.
"Hello Isabel! You should be more quiet! There are bandits around here!" He continued his hushed hollering. "If you aren't quiet, they'll hear you, and then come and murder you and then you will not be a alive anymore! That's a shame, because living is awesome! Which is why I suggest you turn around and go to the village and continue to live because dying sucks not that I've done it personally, but I assume it's not very pleasant!" Wait did she say something about fighting the bandits? He wasn't paying attention. "Don't worry! I'll take care of the bandits! I've killed lots and lots of bandits! I'll blow them up and then you'll all be safe! I do this all the time!"
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Apr 9, 2012 9:58:45 GMT -6
Calvin smiled. It was settled! With Ark agreeing to travel with Aaron and Lilith, Calvin would as usual stick with Isabel, with that thief he so heroically saved, Tearus. Calvin nodded when his new friend Aaron confirmed. Calvin is a master of the shadows; they’ll be in and out without anyone knowing they were even there, INCLUDING Aaron and the others… somehow. Calvin stared in the direction of the fort. He had been travelling with Isabel long enough to know the plan, sneak in quickly and unseen, have Isabel kick some magic but and save everyone! Meanwhile Calvin will amuse himself by whatever seems appropriate, searching for pretty things, searching for other people to help, or maybe just take a nap. Well, maybe not a nap, Calvin doesn’t get sleepy. He waved enthusiastically to the other three as the groups separated. He was super excited to help Isabel and put a stop to the mean bandits.
“Bye friends!”
Calvin’s head turned curiously when he heard an unfamiliar whisper shout in the distance. Instantly Calvin noticed a red blur in the distance. New friend? He was so red! Calvin liked that, nothing like a bit of colour! He was a little surprised when Isabel made the first move but wasting no time in playing a long he leaped halfway across the freaking forest and landed by the red stranger. He followed through with the exciting whisper shout conversation.
“Hello new friend! I am Calvin Toros! We should be friends, and then we can all go beat up The mean bandits.”
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Arkaeis
Soldier
[M:0]
Didn't your mother teach you anything? Hard work pays off if someone else is doing it!
Posts: 12
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Post by Arkaeis on Apr 9, 2012 21:49:49 GMT -6
(OOC: This'll be a short post; gonna be busy with a musical all week, so won't be at my comp for a while. Feel free to continue without me for a bit.)
Arkaeis nodded a with a bit of finality as the plan was coming together, when he noticed a streak of red nearby. Like, really red. Really, really red. He scratched his head, a little lost, while the ostentatiously sneaky fellow very quietly shouted his explanation of why what they were doing was dangerous. Something about bandits being in the general area...
He sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "Okay... anyways, roger that, Sir Aaron. Shall we get going?"
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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 Apr 12, 2012 18:34:49 GMT -6
Aaron cocked his head in puzzlement as he saw the bright red splotch of the man who showed up. He seemed excitable from the way he was... whisper-shouting, and he kept telling them to go back to the village. That he would handle it. On and on!
"Look. Let's just get in there and deal these bandits together, because this is doing nothing but wasting time." The sage took a few steps closer, sensing a familiar "flavor" about the red-headed, red-clothed, green-eyed man. Anima. He was another magic user of sorts. Idly, the green haired sage wondered how often this many magicians met in small towns, before he steered himself back onto course.
"Red, you should stick with Isabel and the others. She could use some extra fire power in with her." She'd said about two fluxes? He'd felt nervous letting her go off before, but with another mage backing her up he was less concerned.
"Nothing personal, Isabel."
After a short pause, Aaron turned away, shaking his head slightly at the occurrence of finding a brightly clad sage in the woods. He gestured with his hands to Ark and Lilith to follow before heading off into the trees to the right of the encampment. As he went, he tried to keep what visual barriers he could between himself and the camp. Clusters of ramshackle tents, some barely holding together, filled the clearing. It wasn't enormous, which would help, but there was alot of kindling. He'd have to keep a tight rein on his fires, while trying to avoid igniting the loot.
A flicker of movement caught the sage's attention. A tent flap waving from movement for a moment before a rough bearded figure ran for it, loping away from the camp with a couple of sacks carried in tow with him. Aaron waited as he ran, and was rewarded with the sight of a few more brigands breaking from cover and making similar dashes towards freedom. None had made it as of yet though.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Apr 12, 2012 19:34:44 GMT -6
"No worries." Isabel said, and then chuckled into one gloved hand. "I'd rather suffer a slight to my pride than get an axe to the face." The shaman glared after the sage and the two going with him as they left, and then cracked her knuckles. She looked over at her three; the Red, the Blue, and the Yellow. She sighed, and then motioned for them to come over towards her. "Okay, so... Battle plan. Tearus, Calvin, I want you two to stick in the back, and use distract and stab techniques. Which, uh, boils down to Calvin playing an annoying tune while Tearus, you get to stab them in the back."
"Red, back me up. We'll blow anything that comes near to smithereens... Well, I'll save my magic and just hit stuff with my book." The blue shaman lifted up her large Flux tome, and then turned around. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's wreck some bandits."
Solomon sat outside one of the bandits' tents, watching as Aaron and Isabel's groups went wherever the heck they were going to do whatever dumb thing they were going to do now. The large men with axes who could rip the mages' to shreds were running out with bags filled with not-fish... Why had he come out here again?
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 13, 2012 13:16:17 GMT -6
Well now, this wasn't going as planned. Elias stood there, looking as incredulous as his ostensibly garish form could. His eyes narrowed slightly and his cheeks puffed out like there were full of the same hot air his words were. None of them were leaving, in fact it was the opposite, they were all getting ready to assault the fortress and SOMEHOW, it was lost on him really, he was being included in their ranks and formation without the common courtesy or the uncommon courtesy to even ask if he was okay with this. Which he wasn't, these people were gonna TOTALLY steal the show! That wasn't good, that wasn't grand, that was completely annoying. They think just because they march by, with a bajillion people bleeding from everywhere that they could just assimilate him into their group like they were some kinda... big... assimilating thing. What assimilates things? Elias didn't hear that word often. It means to suck up and add to them, right, so maybe a towel. YES THEY WERE ASSIMILATING HIM LIKE A TOWEL. Elias you genius you.
Then there was the whole "red" thing, not that he wasn't flattered to be called such an incredible color, the didn't change the fact he announced his self earlier and none of them could seem to use his actual name. Of course he gets called red all the time, and usually it doesn't bother him, but when he's trying to be a hero he wants to be known as ELIAS THE GREAT. Or LORD AND MASTER ELIAS. Or even MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE WE LOVE YOU ELIAS. Something low key like that.
Oh well, if he was gonna go with this, he might as well go ALL THE WAY. He was gonna be the best member of this raid, and there was nothing anyone can do to stop him. If they were so insistent to rush in and get themselves dead, Elias would have to rush in as well and get them undead! That was it! It was like being a hero, with an AUDIENCE genius why didn't he think of it before. A sly grin snuck it's way on the mage's face, widening like the cat that ate the canary until he was almost manically chuckling. He retrieved from his back the staff he had been carting around, long wooden and topped with a shining gem, and twirled the item between his fingers for a second before gripping it tightly in both hands looking quite impressive if he says so his self.
"Do not worry Izzybella, I, Elias the great, will take care of everything!" He wasn't sure why he said that with a completely combat unworthy staff of healing in his hand, but it made him feel tough so shut up. He would have shot fireballs in the air, but stealth! Drat you, why must you be so darn stealthy Elias? So stealthy it prevents you from doing the things that you loooove.
He put the staff back on his back, smiled widely and pointed his thumb at his self in as cool as a pose as he could muster. "Just make sure to be behind me when the chaos starts, and you'll all be fine."
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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 Apr 17, 2012 11:44:42 GMT -6
The green-haired sage closed his eyes, focusing on his intent for a moment. These brigands were running away with the valuables of the towns folk, after attacking, murdering, and burning parts of the town. Aaron called up the fires of anger that always burned against such destructive and selfish natures. They were running away. It was time for them to stop.
Opening his eyes, Aaron thrust his hand out, and fire shot forth as though from the maw of a dragon. It arced forward, forming a wall directly in front of the men fleeing, before greedily closing on the bandits. As it collapsed towards them, it started to wrap around them, trying to ring them in with greedy flames. Of course, they turned around and ran the opposite direction when they saw it coming for them, always managing to stay just a step ahead of the fires.
Aaron felt himself break out into a cold sweat as he watched his work. Miraculously, the fire didn't ignite any of the foliage as he swept it towards the villains. Another touch of his handiwork. A costly one though, in terms of energy. He sunk down to his knees as he let his fires die, recovering what strength he could for the next burst of power needed, and leaving the rest to the others with him.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Apr 17, 2012 17:53:48 GMT -6
Izzybell- Isabel just stood there, staring at the red one, who seemed to be acting like a total fool. "Yeah, calm down, hotshot. This is a team thing, and, if I recall, you were nowhere to be found when we flushed the bandits out of that town in the first place." she said, already turning around. "Nice healing staff though. We might need that before the day is out." The shaman smirked, and then waved for her little team of complete and utter incompetents to follow her. "Don't draw attention to yourselves!"
A minute later, and the little group stood off to the side, away from the bandit camp, watching a roaring blaze summoned to life by the green-haired sage. Isabel tilted her head, watching the bandits flee back from where they came... Well, that wouldn't do. "Well, El, time to show your stuff. Cut them off, will you?" The shaman looked over her shoulder, half-expecting the man to have already run off. What to do with the thief and the bard... "Calvin, Tearus. You might as well stick with me for the time being... Or, better yet, Tearus, you can follow Red if you feel like doing something. Calvin, you just keep quiet for the time being... And would you be a dear and keep an eye out for Solomon? He seems to have run off again."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 17, 2012 19:06:08 GMT -6
"Why yes..." He grabbed his chin with a powerful smirk, looking slyly out of the corner of his eye, posing for some imaginary artist. The work of art would be called something incredible, like Red. Or Elias. Maybe even Elias the Red, or Red Elias. He was not picky, as long as it accurately portrayed what an incredibly subtle and outstanding scene was at play here. His eyes almost looked like a spark jumped out in front of them, a gleaming sparkle of mischievous intent dancing in his half lidded eyes. "It is... a nice staff." In a sudden burst of movement he rose it to the heavens where it's light shines a bright hue on the world around him. It was a pretty cool scene. Probably also worthy of an artist's depiction. He spun it in his hand, with a wild smile and even wilder laughter.
The pigmentally challenged fellow with the unfortunate life condition known has horrible hair showed a powerful display of peach scented flames. The aroma of the magic made him feel excited, almost overpowering, this fellow was also a prodigal magical genius like him, as much as it pained him to admit that there may possibly be another on a level anywhere near him with such a hair. From his hand was the form of a dragon, flashy and intimidating to be sure, Elias thought dragons were totally cool. Though the only one he ever met sat on him, and breathed ice and not fire, and was a girl with purple pink kinda hair and didn't look like a dragon most of the time but transformed into one to mess up this tree for some reason he can't adequately remember also it had a lot of scales. He counted them, but he couldn't remember the number, blast. The fire dragon the mage made didn't have scales though, so it was kind of lame, but it was made of fire so it was also completely awesome.
It circled the dirty brigands and banditos, awesome! Then they began to flee like the DIRTY CRIMINALS they were, which was significantly less awesome. It was TIME for JUUUUUSTIIIICE! "VILLAINS, do not flee justice!" He held the staff in his hands, twirling in between his fingers like it was a spear, and the crystal atop it was a spearhead. During his movements, his body shifted into such a stance and he lowered the head of the staff to the ground. "For as fast as you can run, you can never escape retribution!" From inside his robe, the magical tome pressed tightly to his body reacted as he drew magical power from inside, redirecting it through his arm and then through the item in his hands. He lifted the staff with a powerful swing, swiping at the air in front of him and letting out a powerful grunt of effort. A red line appeared upon the ground, shining through the cracks of the earth itself.
Unlike the other mage's magic, this one didn't envelope the area, he wasn't meaning to, instead he wanted it to hastily get to it's intended area and used the earth instead of the air to carry the magical charge. As the bandits ran from the dragon's flame, a new wall of fires erupted up from the earth itself in an instant, blocking off their limited escape route. The spell itself wasn't as incredible as the other, but it didn't need to be. It wasn't designed to ensnare them, but the compliment the spell already in motion.
It wasn't the staff that cast the spell, but from an outsider's eyes that's the assumption anyone would make. Elias has always been talented and twisting him magic into odd shapes, making it so it appears a few feet before him, as if from his staff, was no problem. Made for a nasty surprise if someone 'disarmed' him as well.
But for now, the fleeing men found themselves completely surrounded by blazing flames, impossible to press forward without possibly burning themselves to death. As the other mage's spell died down and weakened, Elias' still burned brightly, completely fresh and ready for battle. The bandits were still unharmed it seems, but now they were exactly where they wanted them. Elias spun his staff once more, holding it low to the earth with a wicked grin. "Looks like all your bridges have been burned."
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Arkaeis
Soldier
[M:0]
Didn't your mother teach you anything? Hard work pays off if someone else is doing it!
Posts: 12
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Post by Arkaeis on Apr 17, 2012 21:33:32 GMT -6
(OOC: Ohgodsuperlongpost. I don't know if I should make it this long, but I feel like I need to make up for being away for a week. >.>)
Arkaeis rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he lay out of sight in a nearby bush he had found to stay out of the brunt of the action, observing as the sage skillfully lead the bandits about with his mastery over fire. He nodded with approval; even if the sage couldn't keep the fire up for long, the bandits would think twice before trying to go that way again. Then the red haired one came up with an even stronger flame, flames that seemed to burst out of the ground itself, and the bandits were again forced to back off. The soldier lay back, satisfied with the results; the mages had the situation under control. Looks like he wouldn't have to do much, after all.
Well, sadly, he was mistaken. With their previous escape routes cut off by the hungry flames, they began to panic and run back the way they came... straight towards the bush that the rogue soldier was hiding in.
"Uh-oh."
Ark got up with a start and looked around hastily, searching, somewhat desperately, for a path out of the bush that would keep him out of sight. There were about 8 or 9 stampeding bandits that were quickly closing in on his position; most of whom, he thought, would probably be able to snap one of his skinny arms in half with their thumb and forefinger.
That might have been an exaggeration on his part, but there were a lot of them, and he didn't feel like he had the luxury to decide whether or not he could take them head on.
"Oh boy, oh boy..." He muttered, panicking slightly. The brigands were closing in on him, fast. There was nothing but open ground between him and safety, he'd have to break cover to get out of the way. He didn't have much choice other than to go out there and most likely get chopped to pieces. Running away wasn't an option, he couldn't run for long, and he'd feel pretty bad if he led the whole lot of 'em to the exhausted sage and shaman he was with.
He started pulling at his hair. Was this the end? Well, he could just stay huddled where he was, and hope that the mages could possibly kill them before they reached him. But then he might just get trampled on, and still get chopped to pieces afterwards... Whatever the case, he didn't much like the outcome.
But then the mighty hammer of realization hit him square on the head, and Arkaeis could see a way out of this, yet.
"Okay, calm down, Delly. They don't know you're part of the group attacking them. Play it cool, and you can make it through this..." The rogue thought, resting his chin upon his fist as a plan started to take shape in his mind. He knew that most of his companions were drained of energy from their ordeal in the village. He didn't know about the red one. If he couldn't take the bandits head on, he should at least provide a distraction so that the red headed mage could hopefully pick them off.
But before he could get any further than that, his thoughts were interrupted as a knee broke through the foliage and slammed directly into his ribcage. The breath exploded from his lungs and the spear flew out of his hands, and down he fell, along with a good 300 plus pounds which landed on top of him. His sight began to blur, and he could feel the onset of unconsciousness even as he fought against it.
"Who is it? Izz'at tha mage who been attackin' us?" A burly, commanding voice rang out above the panicked shouts of the bandits.
Arkaeis could feel himself being raised by the scruff of his neck as he tried to get some breath back into his malfunctioning lungs. The bandit whom he had tripped was now gripping him by the collar, pinning him against a nearby tree. Unable to offer much resistance, the soldier hung rather limply from the large bandit's hands.
"No, it's dat sentry fella that we left back 'ere." Said the gruff voice of the bandit after close inspection. The bandit threw Ark to the ground, turning to his apparent leader. "We don't 'ave time ta waste with 'im, boss, we gotta get outta here!"
"Quiet, ya damned fool! Dere's a crazy mage somewhere 'round 'ere, and 'e's been playin' us the fool ever since dat blasted blizzard outta nowhere! I kin bet dat was 'is doin', too!" Spat the commanding voice in a fury. "No, he ain't lettin' us off easy, like. We gotta bring tha fight to 'im if we wanna get outta here alive!" Arkaeis heard the footsteps approach him as the voice went on, and could then feel the heavy boot planted firmly upon his chest; things didn't look too promising.
"Look 'ere, now. Yore comin' with us, and if dat mage decides he wonts some bandits ta fry, yore gonna be tha first!"
Arkaeis could feel the wicked grin on the supposed bandit leader's face bearing down on him, but it was like his body simply refused to work. The boot on his chest wasn't helping things much.
"Eheh, certainly, good fellow, but, if you would please remove your boot from my person, it would make my task a lot easier!" He said, as clearly as was possible what with the lack of oxygen and all. He felt the weight on his chest recede, and his lungs heaved as they attempted to draw air. The now panicked soldier got up tentatively. The commanding figure was having an effect on the other bandits, who were starting to rally around him, weapons ready and gleaming viciously in the fire's light. This could be a problem.
Still, Arkaeis had enough of his wits about him to try and go on with his diversion.
"Er, listen here, gentlemen." Spoke the sly soldier in his most persuasive tone. "I... happen to know where the mage you all are looking for is." He walked up behind the closest bandit and pointed in the general direction of where he heard the red mage's shouting. "Now, if you'll watch closely, you'll see some movement from those thickets over yonder..."
Arkaeis knew it was risky. But it was either this or certainly sacrificing his life to not blow the cover of the others. And as much as he liked them, that just wasn't going to happen. The bandits followed his finger to the area he was pointing at, eyes riveted on spotting the hunter in this game of cat and mouse, attention focused solely on that one spot, as many less-than-averagely intelligent people are apt to do. And that's when Ark picked up his lance and speared the nearest bandit in the back.
Not giving them enough time to react, he pulled out his spear and slashed another bandit across the face, before turning tail and running. "Fooled ya!" He cried back at them with terrified glee. He didn't bother looking to see how many would come to chase him, he just ran as fast as he could away from the camp, but he knew they were going to be mad. Still, their leader would probably send a few of their number to check the spot he had proffered. Hopefully the red one could take care of it.
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Post by Tearus on Apr 18, 2012 22:40:25 GMT -6
Tearus was about to introduce himself to the young red mage, but between the other three eccentrics, he couldn't get a word in edgewise. He thought he had a better chance at surviving then the magicians and the bard, simply because he was a bit fast. He began to move once the loud man named Elias began to yell. He quietly snuck around the all, and crept forward. There was no real point in him moving quietly of course. The bandits had no choice but to stay and fight. And neither did Tearus.
A bandit had slowly become unfazed and ran at him. Tearus unsheathed the small blade, then let the man come. The man swung early, then brought a backhanded slash downward at the thief when he came into range. Tearus moved in past the blow, hoping to startle the man, in turn opening him for a quick finish. The man kept on running however, and Tearus was rammed onto the ground. The man kept coming, and Tearus rolled away from a falling axe. He quickly gained his feet, and darted to the left of the man. He went around the brigand, the larger man struggling to keep up.
Tearus eventually gripped the mans arm, then wrenched down. The man lost his balance for a second. Tearus dropped down, and lunged to take out the mans opposite leg. Tearus pulled the man head back and screamed, "DO YOU SURRENDER? DO YOU COUNT YOUR LIFE IN THE HANDS OF HONEST THIEVERY?"
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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 Apr 19, 2012 17:17:58 GMT -6
Aaron watched as events played out in front of him. He was cold, but it wasn't a chill from the remains of his ice storm. This was something deeper, or a lack of something rather. He was running himself past the safe zone he'd established a long time ago. Since then, his strength had magnified greatly, but it still wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough.
At least the other mage had something to back up all his claims. The fires bursting out from the ground, the fire drake, all of it sang of talent honed through experience and action. It wasn't long before they were unsure what direction led to safety, when the true answer was that safety was a myth.
He grimaced from a distance as Ark was found and seized, but even though he wanted to do something, he knew he lacked the strength. He'd only succeed in giving away his position. Ark had enough tricks up his sleeve to take care of himself. Apparently, the lead bandit thought the spearman was with them, and that allowed just enough time to stick one and give someone else a nasty slice to the face. Good for him. Now he just had to get away.
Things were falling apart for the bandits. Even their leader began to realize this. He did have one thing left though whether the the wimp of a soldier was lying or not, they needed to break out. Hopefully with enough force to kill the mage in the process, but if not, he'd settle for escaping. Even while his numbers were diminishing, he rallied what men he could for the push to freedom. Some had gone to chase the traitorous sentry. Others had dirt in their ears, or weren't listening, but some would listen.
[Orange]"Lissen up! We're gunna group up, and charge that'a way! And we're gonna chop up any'un fool enough to get in ar way! Now charge, ya damned idjits!"[/Orange] With a bellow matchless in fury, the leader raised his weapon over his head, and rallied his men. Charging in at their head before slowly letting the frenzied rogues overtake him slightly. Bandits may have a reputation as uneducated brutes, but even the most unlearned man alive can still accomplish what needs done at the right time. In this case, the whole pack had just been shaped into a weapon and thrown in the direction that Arkaeis had pointed out to them.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 20, 2012 10:40:18 GMT -6
The bandits were desperate now as they broke through the thicket as a weapon forged from flesh, rushing toward the general direction red mage had been noted to have been in. The trees and plants were thick but proved to be no obstacle and it was cut down and torn asunder, laying in their wake as they rushed ahead. As they broke into the open they found him there, waiting, staff in hand a blindingly displaying his red garb that seemed to clash against every semblance of camouflage he could of possibly had, if his manic shouting hadn't done it in first. How on earth they could of missed him, and required someone to point him out was almost a mystery as it seemed as though he should of been a shining beacon of stupid ostentatious arrogance. This wasn't the mage that caused the ice storm, but it was clearly a mage. You could easily tell from their horrid robes.
"RUN 'EM DOWN!" One of them shouted, though it wasn't exactly obvious which one it was. All of those bandit types sounded the same to the ears of justice.
"Say Izzybella, do you like fireworks?" He asked with a smug smile on his face, the tip of his staff buzzing from the spell he had already cast. They rushed ever closer, the group tightly formed into it's somewhat interesting formation. "Stay behind me, and help with the stragglers." He added, his grin growing a bit devilish in response.
The thing about bandits was... they were so very predictable. They only knew one direction. Forward.
The spell erupted, no one saw it coming, no one but the Crimson mage casting it. From the bowels of the earth itself, just like his last spell. It was waiting for them, and the second they touched the ground the spell was protecting it unleashed it's fiery torrent of justice upon their blighted souls. The flames tore the earth with their sheer force, splintering it as it blasted like a demented furnace. This spell was given to him by life, inspired by the misfortunes that had transacted at Ostia. How the entire land erupted flames from the very seams of the earth. He could never hope to must the same level of destructive force, but the sheer unexpected nature of it, an attack where no one would ever see, it gave him this idea. The explosion was brutal, a full powered Elfire unlike his last spell which was just to divert them this way, it injured a good deal of them, as no one had expected such a thing. They were almost all still completely functional, but the burns licked at their body as the skin puckered into a raw fleshy pink. One poor soul, who had been at the center of the spell, lay upon the earth his entire body devoured by the flames.
The bandits stopped, just for a moment, shocked by the unexpected blast. They looked at the ground, almost in a panic to see the earth ripped apart by the spell. "I wouldn't run ahead so carelessly! Nice way to put your eye out!" Elias taunted them with a laugh, holding his staff straight out. One of them frantically looked at the earth, for a hint if there was another spell like that in waiting. If there was... well they'd have to find out won't they? "C'mon Izzybella. Let's get them."
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Apr 22, 2012 18:21:45 GMT -6
Isabel was rather surprised by Elias's trick, but, needless to say, it was... Quite cool, really. It had only taken down one of the bandits, but it was obvious the others were hurting. Excellent. It would make her job that much easier... "I must say, after that, I think I need to defend the name of the Elder magics... Fire may burn, but it's garish, wouldn't you say? Almost like light magic in that regard. But neither can match the elegance of the Elder." Isabel said, giving her little speech mainly towards Elias, all the while focusing on the dark ball forming in between her gloved hands. "Smooth and silky, but with the power to crush any opposition virtually unopposed... It's easy to see why some would fear it."
The ball grew, and grew, Isabel pouring probably more energy than she should have into it. But hey, she was on a roll. The bandits were getting a hold of themselves (at least those who hadn't been burned as badly as the others), and seemed to be prepared for assaulting the pair again when Isabel released her spell. The ball sunk into the ground, creating a foul suction for a moment that seemed to affect only Isabel, her cloak waving in the invisible wind. Her right hand opened entirely, and slowly it clenched. The Flux, when her hand formed an upside down fist, rose from the ground as tentacles, wrapping itself around the bandits who had been least affected by Elias's Elfire. When the spell finished, four bodies dropped, markings left on them where the Elder magic had touched them. Isabel slumped down, and gave a weak grin. "See?" she said simply. And then the shaman decided that it would be a good time for a nap.
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