Siege on the City of Heroes - West, Part 1(EVENT)

[Plot Device]

The battle will take part in four topics around the city, North, South, East, and West. You can be in one topic at a time, if you leave one to go to the other it must be adjacent to the one you're in(You can't go from North to South, East to West, and vice-versa) and you must declare which one you're moving from. Whatever topic you're in counts towards for your limit. Make sure to read the combat changes if you haven't.

[Jya]

The city was ready as they can for the assault. There was just no more time it seems. What has Jya contributed to the defense? Nothing. It wasn't like she wanted the place to fall, heck she was still hunkered here. This felt like it could possibly be the end of the line.

She had come to the city to figure out some sort of life path. It only resulted in more confusion than ever. When the bandits breach the walls, will she pick up arms for or against the cause? She had no sense of duty or honor to these people. The only thing that ever driven her actions was the need to survive. That summed up her life perfectly, survival. No matter what harm her actions serve, she will live in the end. That was if she remained alone here.

She tugged at her green cloak, keeping close to the thin veil of shade under the building's roof. She had chosen her old garb since it wasn't too uncommon around these parts. Plus it blends quite well in the various green regions here. When the fighting breaks out, should she sneak out in the panic? Perhaps what she feared most was meeting friends, they always appeared at the most unreasonable of time and place. She cupped her face into her hands, still debating on what value she would have here. This was not a fun vacation.

[Edrick]

Edrick was walking around the west zone, trying to prepare himself mentally for the upcoming fight. This was going to be brutal, many people were going to die, there was a good chance that those that rallied here may never see their families again. Just thinking of all the widows and children that would never see their loved ones again was enough to brig a tear to his eyes. His parents would be devastated if they lost him, that was something he could not bear to impose on them, so he needed to make sure he survived. The only stake he had in this battle after all was a mental one.

Just looking around the group assembled there mad him feel like a black sheep, he looked out of place with his ornate yet efficient black cloak and his above average height, for most there wore cloths of the plains after all. He didn't even see anyone he knew, Valcrist must be at another side of the city. It was times like these that he felt most alone in the world even though there were many people around him. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was feeling nervous or alone, he just walked up to a building and sat on the ground leaning against it waiting for the call of battle whilst he drew arcane symbols in the dirt and made them glow with dark energy.

[Plot Device]

The bandit encampment on the western side of the city was roaring with sound, the sounds of supplies being moved about, troops moving around to positions. The bandits armed themselves as well as they could, scattering about to their positions and readying the siege machines that managed to survive the trip to the City of Heroes. Tension was razor thin.

Georg himself rode among the men, shouting out orders and issuing direct instructions to the various captains of their ragtag army. It was a far cry from his days as a military man, but it was a truly familiar situation. When was the last time that he'd truly led an army into combat? Too long. This rush was something one never forgot.

All at once, a spear bearing warrior rushed up to the Paladin, snapping up after regaining his breathe. "Sir! There's been a traitor executed at the northern encampment! The Lord Reaper sends word to be watchful for more!" The gruff ex-soldier looked out to all the men under his command.

"Be sure that word spreads of the traitor's execution. We will brook no insubordination!" The Paladin then turned his attention back to his forces. The time was fast approaching to start the battle.

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"What", shouted Orland as he heard word of Oleg treachery! He could hardly believe it. That man had offered him to join him, but Orland thought it was a trap to test his own loyalty. He did not expect him to be an actual traitor. Still Orland could not rest easy with this information. Orland told nobody about their conversation, no body. That meant that somebody was listening in on them. Orland was not sure if he was going to be next. He did not report the traitor and he failed to gather supplies from Little Rock. At the same time however Orland was a daunting figure. Having him in the front of your army was a good tool.

"Whatever the Old fool got himself killed", spoke Orland saving face. "What I want to know is when will we move out. I am ready to go in and break open some skulls. I did not march all the way here to sit outside the city."

[Roin Valor]

"Everyone, stay ready!"

Roin was up and off the ground, a large quiver on his back full to the brim with arrows. It had just enough room to remove them without hassle. His position on a nearby roof gave him visage of the enemy forces. Through the city, the buildings were being used by other archers for a similar purpose, save on the south-side where they used walkways, but for now the city was clearly ready for a fight. The surrounding hills were spotted with pitfalls, so with luck the enemy force would fall victim to a few before any chaos broke out. The siege machines, with luck, would be moved to some of the more promising positions that had been dug as well. Attacking a city would require the strong weapons, after all. Either that or a good amount of steel.

The enemy had plenty of soldiers, similar to the amount that the city held, but that wasn't what he was worried about. It was the few figures, in size and armor alone from the distance, that stood out. Bow in hand, he simply made note as he strode up to the highest point of his roof to take a better look. In the streets, no doubt, was his father, but for now he would need to hold an edge of experience to guide the West defense. With luck, Rosa was safe nearby the old coot. Little did he know, the older Swordmaster was resting on a chair in the street below.

"Damned if we aren't going to be sitting around forever..."

The man looked over to the nearby gate, the fortifications holding a beam across to keep it shut tight in the event of a ram or a rush of attackers. His son was on the roof, thanks to his skills with a bow, but Ronin had no time for such things. He'd be below once the fighting started.

"I hope those bandits are like I was back in my youth...if they come charging in, the fight can get good..."

[Minerva]

"Hehehe, here we go!"

Minerva stalked throughout the bandit encampment. Over a little ways, she saw the giant she'd fought with during the failed supply run... He didn't look so happy. Well, maybe he'd come talk to her. Then she'd cheer him up. But for now, she was content with walking impatiently, small flames occasionally flickering from her hands. She wanted to fight. Somebody, anybody, just break the ice...

A group of bandits had taken to hanging around her, as if they expected some... gratification. Well, she'd string them along for now; having protection during a battle was always useful. But she longed for intelligent conversation and the order to burn things to the ground. "Come on, they're probably all laughing at us. We're all camped here looking like fools. Let's go, already. Let's fight!"

[Ilheod]

It had been mere days of flight. His entire unit and he flew as fast as they could without taxing their wyvern's the moment they heard that the same group of bandit's they had battled was but a fraction of a much larger force. Preparing for a siege no less. If this had any link to Durz he would seize the opportunity to it in a heart beat. However arriving at the town with-in Sacae to see the additional fortifications and abundant forces he could only wonder if it wasn't an all out war they were preparing for. Palisades, reinforced gates. Had they been given more time he felt as if they would have developed a small keep. Though briefly needing rest upon arrival from the flight, he quickly set about attempting to figure out where he and his men might have been able to help with the preparations. Even if it was just to scout. However they were quickly burdened on the horizon with view of the camp. Ilheod, when he had first seen it had remembered feeling a slight unease. A force of such size, as bandits? They were surely no normal bandits. Normal bandit's were rag-tag barbarians and brigands that scrambled to steal what they could from the corpses of their victims and looted with any notion of a group dynamic. This "horde" was moving like a military regiment, with tents and a camp site established. Ilheod stood atop the roofs gazing out towards the bandit's temporary spot. To his right and left the rest of his unit stood, each man standing aside their wyvern with their spear's in hand holding the but of the spear to the roof's surface with tips into the air. Ilheod held his similarly as he placed his other hand on Astraeus's neck. The Wyvern was shaking. Fear? Excitement? He couldn't tell. Wyvern's were good at picking up on their rider's aprehension and thoughts. All animal companions were. The Wyvern's jaws snapped as it growled and lingered it's gaze towards the camp suddenly roaring. The roar was cut short as Ilheod had quickly leaned to pull at it's reigns, snapping at the wyvern.

"You should know better. Stop it!."

Turning to his men, most of whom had simply continued gazing at the enemies camp he spoke while occasionally shifting his gaze from left to right to address all of them.

"Well lad's. This might be where we finally achieve our goal. For all we know perhaps the man we hunt..is in that horde. Stay with me, and let's show those dogs the might of bern come it's time."

Despite their lack of position in the Bern military, in the heart of hearts they were still Bern Riders. Countless years trained into such. They would fight, and if need be put all on the line to find their prey.

[Tamaya]

Tamaya sat atop Shikoba, slowly riding through the streets near the fortified wall. Looking around, she saw a unit of wyvern riders... These fearsome warriors would be a great boon indeed to their cause. She was glad to have them fighting alongside them, but didn't want to address them. She was a bit... afraid of the giant draconic mounts. Nearby she saw Roin, standing on a roof, bow in hand.

"Roin!" she called out. "My clan is ready, where would you like them to situate themselves?"

Indeed, the members of the Cathecassa clan were milling about in the streets, sharpening weapons, bantering with the citizens and other defenders, and psyching themselves up for the impending battle. Their leader, a well-muscled Nomadic Trooper, was sitting on his horse near Tamaya, flanked by two other men, both of whom were Rangers. One man was Tamaya's father; the other, her eldest brother.

"Peace, Father, Brother, and you as well, Chief. Roin is the best leader we could have in this quadrant of the city. His responsibility and skill is peerless."

[Jya]

Jya watched as more people began to gather, getting ready for the inevitable mayhem that was sure to follow. It made her uneasy, there was more people here than she had first expected. Perhaps this was a good time to move. Sure eventually the whole place was going to be swarmed, but just keeping still here in the shade made her quite uneasy.

With a few quick steps to get started, she soon began to dash. She zipped around corners of buildings, keeping away from others when possible. Sometimes it was impossible, but they seemed to pay little to no heed of her. She hoped they were more focused on the coming fight than her. In one particular part of her run, she skidded over some markings on the ground.

"Sorry!" She apologized, not taking even a second to look at whoever she might have rued. Her main focus was to just keep moving at this point.

(Moving to North part of the City)

[Edrick]

He was sitting there, fluctuating his magic into the magic symbol, and thinking about his family. Suddenly someone rushed through and smudged his mark! He got up looking to the person who was scurrying off towards the north. "A-are you okay?"He shouted. Hopefully the person would be okay, for touching Elder magic can be quite painful. Well the're gone now.

Edrick began to wander around, many people had gathered around since he had blanked out thinking of his family. He began to wander about, slowly pushing through people gently to get closer to the gate. If he could be one of the first out he would be able to start sending foes earlier. Hopefully he wouldn't be targeted early, considering he stuck out so much compared to most of the Sacaens.

[Deleted]

"Where the heck is the siege weaponry", growled Orland. The giant knew full well that the weapons would have to come from the east, but desire to start the fighting drove him to complain anyway. Orland and the men on the west would end up being the last ones to receive such weapons and by that time all the good stuff would probably be in the hands of the southern and Northern forces. For the western front it seemed like it was going to be a boring day.

The giant Knight began to pace back and forth impatiently. Why the heck did they even surround this side of the city if they knew they could not get in from here. In fact why was Orland even here on this side. Sure he did not do so well in his last raid mission, but he was still a capable fighter. His skills would have been best served on the south or Northern wall, but no he got stuck on the West. Now he was sitting around with the rest of the soldiers waiting for the siege weapons to arrive trying to find something to do.

[Marric]

Marric checked his armors' straps for the umpteenth time again, making sure the old harnesses had't become prone to loosening over the years. It was his father's old armor, formally a dark shade of crimson, the armor was now burned to a dull brown from when Oeniye, his father, was killed by mages. It was light, fit rather well, and gave Marric a sense of intense pride; the sort that arises from a son's desire to be like his father. His hair had grown long since he killed fellow Ilians in defense of two Sacaens, an effort to disguise his identity if only slightly. He stood beside other warriors from different walks of life, most fighters like him. They were horribly exposed, and Marric silently rejoiced in that he had some armor at least.

While chatting idly with a few of them, Marric heard a woman call out the name "Roin". He stopped his conversations immediately. Marric originally came here seeking potential recruits into his and Eren's "rebels" that planned an attack within Ilia itself to aid Bern freedom fighters, but reuniting with the enigmatic Sacaen, and the nomad woman wasn't on his agenda. That said, he heard a familiar name and went to seek out the pair of sacaens he fought alongside one night outside of a bar. Spotting the woman was easy, the blonde hair, and the horse were obvious giveaways, and he did not take long to spot her. She was flanked at either side by two similarly featured men, and he could see others among the crowds wearing the same garb. No doubt they were of the same tribe. He pushed through a small crowd to come to the side of Tamaya's brother, or from Marric's perspective; the younger ranger's.

Tamaya? I am Marric if you don't remember. He followed her gaze toward Roin's perch, and grinned at the thought of the man raining arrows down from a roof. He didn't look much different besides the change in attire and the length of his hair they'd easily recognize him if they had decent enough memories. To anyone else, Marric would appear to be an Ilian soldier, or a warrior of Bern, as the two were often confused for the other. Though he feared those like Eren, old Bern soldiers now loyal to Ilia, would recognize his father's tell tale armor, even without the vibrant crimson color the armor stood out of place. (Though, with its dull color that was lessened to some degree)

He recieved the looks from Tamaya's kinsmen at his intrusion. Marric offered them a brief nod of respect, hoping Tamaya would call of the two before they riddled him with arrows for disrespect or something. It sounded like something Sacaens might do.

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Orland sat there like a pressure cooker. The death of Oleg weighted heavily on him. He was not sure if they were going to come after him next. That anxiety was added with add to Orland's general anxiety of the situation. Orland was not one to simply sit around. Orland was not a man to wait and coward under the shadow of a wall. If its in your way break it down. If someone gets in your way put them down. If the enemy will not come to you then you go to them. Orland was a giant in both size and power. Who was he to simply sit by and wait for something to happen.

"Alright I have had enough of this", shouted Orland! The knight suddenly exploded grabbing the attention of several of the bandits. The giant walked up to a man and pulled him off the ground. "You are with me", spoke Orland. The man looked confused but followed anyway. Despite Orland's failure at Little Rock. He still held some rank amongst the brigand forces. The giant went through the men personally picking soldiers. Everyman he picked was clad in heavy armor and had a shield capable of covering their body.

"Alright all of you form up", spoke Orland as he took the center. Orland formed a box six men wide and five men deep. Orland was in the front and in the middle taking up the space of two men. On his command they raised their shields in the front and the men behind them held their shields in the air. "Move forward", shouted Orland as he began to march his men toward the wall. The man in the center held some animal fat oil and the man next to him had a touch. The knights aim was to march up to the wall and burn the wooden portion to the wall.

As Orland and his men marched forward the defenders began to rain down arrows upon them. The arrows smashed into their shields, but the turtle, which was the name of the formation, continued to march forward.

[Edrick]

What was going on? Were they attacking? Archers were firing from the roof tops at something, he needed a better view. He began pushing through people, apologizing, until he got to the closest building he could get on. He climbed up a nearby perched ladder and got onto the building where there were a bunch of archers and he could get a view of what was happening.

He got up there and looked at the scene that was unfolding, a group of highly armored men were moving n a defensive formation towards the wall. They must have something they thought might do damage because they weren't getting in with those numbers. But they were making progress because only archers were firing at them now, hopefully he could change that. "Magic users to the roofs! There is a group of highly armored men approaching and the archers are having little effect!" He shouted hoping some would listen, a few began to move, but he had no idea about others, he was just a random person among an army after all. Why should they listen to him?

At the top of the building arrows were released from their strings and whizzed through the air in a chorus that held the rhythm of war, a bittersweet symphony. He was able to focus his magic and he sent it creeping down the wall like ivy in an ancient castle, into the ground below. The bandits were just within the far reaches of his magic now, he aimed at the biggest man, or woman, he couldn't tell, all he knew is that they were big and that they were taking up the space of two men. The tendrils would appear below him/her and try to entangle them. Others may be casting soon as well, hopefully he wouldn't be the only effective one.