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Post by Euphemious on Jun 17, 2015 14:50:00 GMT -6
It was the moment of truth. Euphemious had no shield and thus he was forced to attack. The General pulled back on his axe ready to strike at the knight. In the back of his head the general was looking for the arhcer, but he could not turn his back on the knight. Euphemious weapon already showed that it could cut into his steel. One wrong move and the knight might be able to puncture it. Euphemious was not his primary goal. With this blow he was sure he could send the kngiht to the underworld. However he had to make it before the knight sent him. As he swung his weapon Euphemious charged forward. Euphemious days as a recruit flashed before his eyes. He remembered when he was a boy training to become a true knight. He would throw his entire body into his spear every ounce of his strength. The knight let out a roar as he threw caution to the wind and threw himself forward. His regal Guan Dao stabbed forward as the general's axe swung from the side. The knight closed his eyes as he knew fear would weaken his spear. It was now up to fate.
A loud thump filled the air and the sound of metal smashing metal filled Euphemious ears. The knight opened his eyes to see his Guan Dao piecing the heart of his opponent, but the aim was off. When he closed his eyes Euphemious was sure the two of them should have struck each other at the same time, but alas there was not a scrach on him. As the General's body fell off him Euphemious noticed a arrow in the back of his head. "Renoir", spoke the knight as he looked around to see if he could find the sniper. The general was dead and the duo had won. Though this victory laid in the hands of the sniper. He got the final blow though Euphemious was sure he would have won that exchange. The only question though was whether or not the man would have dragged Euphemious to hell with him. As far as the knight was concerned he was happy just to be alive.
"Hey Renoir", shouted Euphemious trying to locate his comrade.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 17, 2015 14:57:10 GMT -6
Letting out a huge sigh of relief, Renoir sunk down to the ground, resting at the edge of the roof he was perched upon. They'd done it. Two versus eight, and they had won. He closed his eyes, letting the wind kiss his hair and his body as he panted heavily. He smiled and chuckled a bit, happy that the caravans had gone and that they had won. Another day to be alive, Renoir thought. He listened as his knight friend, whose name he still did not know, shouted for him. Renoir hadn't the strength to call back out to him, but now that the battle was done, he could appropriately tend to his wounds. If only the store wasn't empty, he thought. He sighed again.
Forcing himself by sheer will to stand again, he climbed down the stairs and went back to his tunic, in which his medical supplies were wrapped. He slumped against the wall and fall back, sitting next to it. He pulled out more salve and pulled his shirt up, examining the wound. The bandage was bloody. Slowly, he changed it, applying a bit more medicine inside the wound as he did. Now used to the sting, he took care of himself without flinching. Once wrapped up, he took a deep breath and stood. He needed stitches, but the nearest town was still a walk away. And they didn't have the caravans. Damn it, he thought.
He exited the store front, his face dirty and bloody, but also extremely calm. He saw the night and raised his hand to him in a wave as he struggled to walk towards him. The knife had gone deep. "Hello," he said as if meeting the man for the first time."
"I know this may be a," he grunted, trying to stay standing. "bad time, but do you have any medical supplies with you? I need to get this stitched up. We can revel later."
He had forgotten about the note he'd pulled from the man's dead body from earlier. He would read it once he was attended to as best he could be.
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Post by Euphemious on Jun 17, 2015 15:10:22 GMT -6
There he was, thought Euphemious. The man seemed badly injured. That knife must have struck him deeper than he thought. If it had been Euphemious who got hit by the knife he was sure it would have simply been a flesh wound, but this guy was not a knight. Especially not a black knight. Those guys were tough as steel. He saw one of them get his arm cut off once and still kept fighting. Well that was a story for another day. He needed to help his comrade in arm. As the knight walked up to the man he soon realized that they never properly exchanged names. Euphemious got his, but he never got Euphemious. The knight had done him a disservice, thought at this time he was probably more worried about bleeding to death.
"Medical supplies", spoke the knight as he stopped and opened the bag on his pocket. He had a small kit that was used by the rebellion army. It was not something one would look at and say, Oh rebellion army medical kit. The contents of the case was the standard for the rebellion army. Everyone used something different as a case. Giving your men a symbol that said rebellion was a easy way to get them killed. One of the biggest advantages they had as a unit was the ability to blend into the normal population. Euphemious used that skill more tan anyone else. He was high enough on the food chain to be useful, but low enough to not be noticed. The knight however chose to use a old hard case that held the symbol of his clan. It was one of the many small things he carried around that showed who he really was, thought most people did not even known what the symbol of the Fiery Phoenix was.
"Sorry no stitches, but I do have medical thread and a needle. I can sew that wound up for you if you like", spoke the knight. Without wasting any time however Euphemious took out some cotton and began to start a fire. He was not going to take a no for a answer.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 17, 2015 15:23:10 GMT -6
Renoir nodded, closing his eyes. Medical thread and a needle would work just as well. As the knight prepared a fire in the middle of the town square, Renoir removed his shirt and took a look at his new bandage. It was already bloody. He was incredibly thankful, and especially lucky, to have met a man who carried these sorts of things on him. He took a seat on the ground, unhinging his bow and quiver from his back. He peered over the buildings as the sun was almost completely set, shrouding the town in a dark blue hue. It was beautiful in his eyes. "I never caught your name, my friend." He said smoothly, keeping eyes on the knight. What a towering force, he thought. Here Renoir was, relying wholly on trickery, guile, quietness, and stealth, and this man needed none of those things to survive. He was an army amongst himself. How impressive, Renoir thought quietly. "But you know mine." He looked to the direction in which the caravans had left, hoping earnestly that they had made it back to safety. He was glad to have helped. He wondered where they had come from, and how they would all make it home. As he was lost in thought, letting the knight begin his work, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the unsealed envelope he had found in one of the men's pockets. He rubbed his finger slowly over the chainlike symbol etched across the front, then pulled it open. Mugen,
Be sure that these girls make it safely to Sacae. Right on the border, in the town called Dredshae, you'll find your man. He'll be expecting you. Don't keep him-- he's an eager man for a quick coin, and that's what these girls are good for.
Anyway, take 'em there. Right outside the settlement's walls you'll find a small wooded area and a cave. Head down the cave-- there's an entire structure down below where he keeps 'em. IF he lets you see it, tell me what you see. I ain't never gotten to see it myself, but they say it's full of land's most beautiful young girls. Shouldn't be guarded, neither-- 'specially if he takes ya down there.
See you soon, Gin Renoir sighed, and folded the letter back up.
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Post by Euphemious on Jun 17, 2015 15:35:50 GMT -6
"Right stay still it is going to hurt like a @#$$ at first", spoke the knight as he tied the string and prepared to use the needle. The heat was designed to kill any lingering bacteria on the tip, but it was going to sting as a result. A little burn was nothing compared to a infection. It was one of the little things Euphemious started when the took over control of training his men. Everyone knew the basic first aid and everyone carried around with them a medical kit. That way it did not matter which man was down. Somebody could always provide first aid. If you can save a man's life out in the field then you have a soldier for life. Even if they may not be able to fight again there spirit will push you all forward on the battlefield.
As Euphemious started to sew he began to talk. However he made great effort to keep his mouth away from the direction of the wound while he began to speak. "The name is Euphemious", spoke the knight as he pressed the skin together and pulled the needle through. He was sure the heat probably hurt like hell, but it would be gone soon. "I know your name because you spoke it before you were hit by the knife. Do you not remember or did the knife steal some of your memory as well." As Euphemious sewed he prayed that no one else would come. It would be hard to sew up a wound and kill men at the same time. The day was drawing to a close and the night was a time of evil. The trip back to the village was going to be a rough one. Especially since Euphemious had to watch out for the injured. To be truthful though the knight just wanted to be home. He came here on the request of a old women and now that evil was vanquished he wanted nothing more than to find a warm bed and sleep. "Great I am going to need a new shield to", spoke the knight as he continued to do his work. As the knight worked he noticed the letter. At first he thought it was private, but his eyes caught the word girls and take.
"So what does the letter say", spoke the knight as he finished. It was not a big wound, but it was deep. He was going to need a good bit of time to heal if he wanted to make a full recovery.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 17, 2015 15:54:21 GMT -6
Renoir grimaced, his teeth pressed firmly against each other. This was some of the worst pain he had felt in a long time, but it was much better than the alternative. The last time he had been this injured, he was still fighting for Ilia. He'd forgotten the sting of proper first aid. At least this way he would avoid infection and the like. His fate could've been much worse than it was. For this, he was thankful. For many things, he was thankful.
"Yes, I remember something like that," he mused with a smile. "Euphemious. Nice to formally meet you, my friend." His voice was smooth and unaffected, as if the wound was behind him. He shoved the letter back into his pocket with a sigh. "You need a new shield, and I could use new internal organs. Thanks for the first aid."
He looked up to the sky and stood, examining his new treatment. It was done well. The knight had done this before, there was no doubt. He put his shirt back on, then his tunic over it. The archer brushed himself off, then went and sat by the fire that was burning. The warmth felt nice against his injured skin. He did, however, miss the cold of his homeland sometimes. As Euphemious asked him about the letter, he let out a slight smile and grave smile.
"Well, looks like I have more work to do," he said. "Seems that there is, in fact, a base of operations for this... slave trade, of whatever kind it may be. Sacae. There's a cave with a headquarters and a prison of some kind." He locked eyes with Euphemious, his own brilliant blue globes shining through the darkness, reflecting the flickering lights. "You don't have to go with me, of course. But I'm afraid I can't simply ignore this knowing it could just as easily happen again."
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Post by Euphemious on Jun 17, 2015 18:01:37 GMT -6
"Great Shield less", spoke the knight as he absorbed everything Renoir said. There was no way the knight was going to simply walk away from this one. These were the lives of Ben women on the line. As a knight of Bern it was Euphemious duty to save them. As a knight in general it was his duty to save them, and as a man it was his duty to save them. There was no way the knight was going to miss this fight. "You would have to try and stop me from coming", spoke Euphemious as he walked toward the dead body of the General. The kngiht picked up his mighty tower shield and took his battle axe. He then turned toward his new friend and removed his helmet. "So where are we going" ,spoke Euphemious.
Suddenly a brilliant light descended from the heaves. Its white rays consumed Euphemious and transformed his very core. He was no longer Euphemious the Knight, but Euphemious the General and he would carry the title proudly. There was a difference in him. Though you could not tell if you were looking from the outside. He was stronger, faster, and seemed to carry more weight on his shoulders. A good general carried more than just his own burdens, but the burdens of those under him. Euphmious now carried the weight of the trapped women on his shoulders. It was his job to get them back home and put a end to the life of the fool that captured them.
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Post by Renoir on Jun 17, 2015 18:37:40 GMT -6
"Ah," Renoir breathed, raising one eyebrow, an impressed look on his face as he watched the very heavens descend upon Euphemious. He hadn't seen anything like this before. Was the man blessed? Was St. Elimine his guide? Renoir wasn't sure; he hadn't experimented with religion. He shrugged it off, watching carefully as Euphemious collected the gear from the fallen general. He was a force to be reckoned with, that much was certain. He was glad to have someone so fierce on his side.
"Well," the man said, standing. His wound already felt better, though he was sure it was just his mental state making him think it was getting better. He adjusted to pain rather quickly, which was to his benefit, but Renoir knew he still needed rest. "I'd say that's a good thing. I could use the help. However," he went on slowly. "We do still need to recover before going out. And it's a day's trip away yet; it can't hurt us to stay at an inn on the road to Sacae. The place to which we are headed is a small town called Dredshae; it's relatively unassuming, but it seems they have some dark secrets. A stronghold of sorts, from what I understand. Shouldn't be hard to infiltrate, especially together. Yet, we should rest. Let's head out now, make for an inn, and we can be in Dredshae likely by this time tomorrow."
Folding his arms, Renoir appraised the town one last time. He looked around at the buildings. Not hours ago, he had been playing cat and mouse with eight angry slave drivers and a mysterious knight. There were still dead bodies in this abandoned town, but Renoir assumed the vultures would pick them apart in no time. None of the bodies were indoors, after all. It didn't concern him.
He turned back towards the knight. "Let's get going, hm? The nearest town isn't far; we'll rent a room and call it a night." Renoir kicked out the fire, and headed towards the town gates.
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Post by Euphemious on Jun 17, 2015 19:14:15 GMT -6
Euphemious stopped and looked at his new found friend again. He was still injured and Euphemious was not use to his new shield. If they pressed on immediately they would probably get overwhelmed by there enemy. "Your right we need to take a break", spoke the General. "You are barely on your feet and I have not practiced with this shield. If we don't take the time to stop and prepare we will be destroyed in a heart beat." The knight then turned and looked at the road. The nearest village is that way", spoke the knight as he pointed toward the direction the carriage went. "It may not be on our path to sacae, but I really want to see if they all made it there safely. Not only that I need to send a letter to some friends of mine and see if they can get them all home."
Euphemious began to walk toward the village they had sent the women to. It was back in Bern and the knight would be glad to return back to his motherland. He was going to have to write a lot of letters. A few of them to rebellion officers and one specifically to Zach. If anybody needed to know about his excursion it should be Zach. He was in fact Aiden's strategist. Zach of all people should known where his soldiers are at.
"I am going to need to have a talk with him later", spoke Euphemious under his breath. It was about time that he told somebody in the rebellion who he truly was. It was going to come out eventually. Normally the knight would not be thinking on these kind of things, but his transformation form a simple knight into a general made him think. He was going to need to look out for his clan's future. Hiding his name and origin did well to protect them ,but it did little to aid in there restoration. Euphemiious was going to have to step into the light at some point. At this very moment it was almost perfect. Euphemious was no longer a weak knight, but a General. If he could not hold his own now then he never will.
"Alright lets see what fate has instore for me", spoke Euphemious as he walked into the darkness.
[Thread End]
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