Lunie
Nomad
A Bernese hunter that always seems to get in over her head.
Posts: 141
Profession: Wanderer
Affiliation: Bern
Guild: Order of the Bear
Affinity: Fire
Profile: ║ Selunae ♦ Journal ║
OoC Alias: Edgewind/Lunie
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Post by Lunie on Mar 27, 2017 8:01:16 GMT -6
| Music| It was over a week since Selunae left her entire world behind her. Every person, every possession, every place that held meaning to her.. they all resided in that tiny rural corner of Lucerne she had grew up in. It was all behind her now. It had been difficult and painful at first. She told herself repeatedly that first day that it would get easier. That is what her elders always told her when she found a new task too difficult. It wasn’t easier though. Each day was tougher than the one before, with new pains each morning. First it was her feet, then her legs. Her knees. Her shoulders. Her back. The only thing becoming routine with traveling was the discovery of just what new muscles indeed could become sore and the introspective questioning of her motives for leaving. She desperately longed for the comforts left behind. She especially missed her bed. It wasn’t particularly comfortable as far as beds go, but it certainly beat the improvised camping. She had to endure this though. Selunae already felt like a fool for leaving the way she did and if she returned, she’d feel like an even bigger failure as well. Failure. She didn’t want to think about failure. Failure out here had a broad spectrum of consequences, nearly all of which spelled out scenarios far worse than what failure would have meant at home. Self-sufficiency had been the least of her worries as she picked through the marketplace for what supplies she thought she would need. After all, she was a hunter. She hadn’t imagined just how quickly her provisions would vanish on a long trip. The process of rationing out her resources now weighed much more heavily on Selunae’s already taxed psyche. She wasn’t experienced at tracking game without the wisdom and sharp eyes of the seasoned veterans. They could point out things that she still wouldn’t know to look for and, as it stood now, she’d be out of water and food by nightfall. Growing up alongside the Rhine River as she did, the idea of running low on water for any extended period seemed preposterous. However, as soon as the road crossed and ventured away from the river, Selunae’s misconceptions were shattered. If she hadn’t brought two canteens she’d have panicked and returned home already, but even now the fear of succumbing to thirst pecked at the back of mind. Futile reassurances echoed through her mind as she sought solutions that wouldn’t take her far from the road. She didn’t want to stray from the road. If she got lost in the wilderness, she was certain it would result in her inevitable doom. As she had continued along though, it was clear that she would have to risk it. The advice she remembered played back in her mind and she diverted south off of the road. The position and course of the sun. Where the moss grew. Oh yes, making a trail to lead yourself back. That was an important one, she decided, and began snapping the low-hanging branches and unearthing partially-buried stones as she passed. Anything she could use to identify her passing would help her find the way back. Hours passed, hope turned to despair, afternoon turned to evening. The fatigued huntress slumped against a tree trunk and emptied the last of her dwindling water into her thirsty mouth and swallowed. Her alert eyes caught a brief movement and she reached for her bow while setting the empty canteen down. The red haired huntress could only watch as what turned out to be a squirrel scurried up a tree into a knothole before she even had a chance to ready an arrow. Defeated, she resigned to emptying a small pouch into her hand. She palmed half a handful of wild berries into her mouth, the last of her food. Not enough juice in them to quench her thirst nor enough flesh to sate her hunger, but it would have to suffice. Her stomach rumbled in protest at the meager offerings and she sighed dismally. Selunae continued her southward trek, or at least she assumed she was still traveling south. As she did, sweat trickled across her temple, drawing a reflexive wipe from her dirty forearm. She winced as the dirt and grit mingled with the moisture and ground into her skin, leaving red splotches interlaced with the streaks of filth left behind. Well, this was just great.. No water or food and she was covered in dirt and grime too. “I’m a complete failure as a hunter,” she muttered to herself, her eyes burning as tears began to well up. It was too much. The hunger and thirst. The conflicting emotions from her crumbling will and stubborn refusal to face up to the shame of returning. The pressure was just too much, but to give in here, now, would be to accept death. She had to fight this, hope was only lost if she surrendered to this despair. “No! I won’t give up!” she shouted, her newfound resolve forcing an expression of determination across her tired face. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she finally heard it. The tiniest gurgling. It was the most welcome sound she could hope for. With quick steps, she hastened to the sound, nearly tripping over a tree root as she did so and at last found the liquid she so desperately craved. A shallow stream carved a narrow rut through stony earth before her and in her careless rush, she smashed her left knee into a rock jutting out from the gravelly bank of the stream as she scrambled to the edge on her hands and knees. She let out a muffled cry and tiny rivulets of blood began to run down her leg, a sanguine stain spreading around the new hole in her white leggings. She gasped in shallow breaths as she adjusted to the pain before finally cupping her hands to drink from the crystal flow before her. After drinking her fill and replenishing her canteens, Selunae began to gingerly rinse her wound. She winced and clenched her teeth as the water seeped into the gash. Pulling off her boot, she continued to work her way down her leg to remove excess blood from her legging and cleaned the inside of her boot as well. The cold water wasn’t deep enough to properly bathe, but it was decidedly suitable for a quick rinse. Finally, when her knee was acceptably dried, she tied a cloth bandage around the cut and stood up. With one step she winced and could tell she’d be limping for the time being. Suddenly there was a rustle in the brush not too far from her. There was no certainty whether this was opportunity or danger so she wasted no time in getting her foot into her boot and her bow into her hand. What emerged into view was a middle aged man with unkempt hair, an unwashed face, and a rough beard. He’d be mistaken for a beggar in civilization, but with the severe disrepair of the man’s mismatched scraps of armor and the notches in the blade of the axe in man’s right hand, it was much more likely this was a brigand. Her trail had led him right to her. She glanced wildly around, hoping to find a place to hide before she was spotted but it was too late. His voice boomed in the silence as he addressed her and she felt what hope this stream had brought her slip through her fingers like sand. “Hold dere, girlie! Hand over yer valuables and ya jes’ might walk away from dis,” the grizzled foe beckoned forcefully, taking heavy strides in Selunae’s direction. “S-stay back!” she stuttered in response, gripping her bow far too tightly while her other hand fumbled desperately for an arrow. “Put dat ding away.. ‘ent no need for dat pritty face o’ yer’s ta get chopped up.” The brigand slowed his approach but didn’t, by any means, stop. “I.. I mean it! I’ll d-do it!” Her heart was pounding and she was on the edge of panic. Her hands trembled visibly and in an effort to stall the inevitable, she took a step backward with her left leg. Her knee throbbed and she winced, almost stumbling. It served no other purpose than to spur on her newly emboldened assailant. The tension finally culminated in a breaking point, forcing two things to happen simultaneously. The old bandit broke into a confident sprint to close the gap and Selunae released the arrow, both equally surprising the other. Selunae cried out in shock as the projectile launched rather inefficiently into her attacker’s axe arm, and he grunted sharply from the pain and lost his grip on the weapon. Still in the grip of fear, she had to remind herself to turn and run. She didn’t make it very far before her injury sent her tumbling into a mess of leaves. Meanwhile, the brigand had wasted no time recovering his weapon and following her. She tried to scurry away on all fours, eliciting a laugh from her pursuer. She rolled over to face him, and continued to push herself backward with her feet as he crept closer. There was only one recourse left available to her and though it felt like a pointless endeavor, she succumbed to the desire to pursue it. “Help!! Please..! Someone.. anyone!! Help!!”“Halp! Haaaallllp!!” the man yelled along with her and belted a soul crushing laugh. “Ya should’na dunnit. Ya done went and made dings badder fer yassef,” he taunted, ripping the arrow out of his arm as if it he were removing a splinter. Behind him, she could see two others closing in as well. This was it then. Tears streamed down her face in acceptance of her fate. Her mind turned to thoughts of home, as the realization of what her silly pride had cost her finally sank in. She muttered an indistinct apology to her parents in between sobs and squeezed her eyes shut as the man towered over her. It was over.
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
Posts: 82
Affinity: Anima
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OoC Alias: Killtec
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Post by Ito on Mar 27, 2017 10:22:20 GMT -6
Was that... a cry for help?
Ito was sure he heard someone. A girl, perhaps, and she sounded younger than he. Then, at a louder volume came a second cry out. This one was mocking, though. Ito had spent enough time traveling to know that this was the sound of a mugging about to happen. Had to second cry not rang louder, Ito wouldn't have been able to work his way through the underbrush to the source of the noises. Sneaking through the area, Ito paused when he saw three brigands. It was indeed a young girl being mugged, but she didn't seem to have much more with her than a bow.
Quickly creating a course of action in his mind, Ito watched silently as two of the brigands carelessly strolled past him, ganging up on the young lady with the man who'd already approached her. Unsheathing his blade without making a sound, he leaped from the bushes with a yell and his blade raised high, bringing it down hard on one of the brigand pair that stood behind the leader. Ito ripped his sword free with a kick to the brigand's back, aiming to cause as much damage as he could. The leader seemed to have a bit of blood dripping from his right arm, something Ito would keep in mind as a fresh stream of the red liquid trickled down and found its way to the ground.
"If anybody's made things worse, it's you. Recent experience has come to show that mugging a lady in the woods would prove disastrous for the muggers, y'know." Ito held his blade at the ready, tip pointed towards the closer brigand, the remaining of the pair that had joined the leader. They likely wouldn't know of his recent happening in Ilia, but if they could cite his source then good on them for getting information around. Too bad they hadn't put it to use.
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Lunie
Nomad
A Bernese hunter that always seems to get in over her head.
Posts: 141
Profession: Wanderer
Affiliation: Bern
Guild: Order of the Bear
Affinity: Fire
Profile: ║ Selunae ♦ Journal ║
OoC Alias: Edgewind/Lunie
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Post by Lunie on Mar 27, 2017 12:18:28 GMT -6
The trapped huntress could scarcely believe her ears, but what she saw was a sight for sore eyes. Help, in her time of desperation. The burly brigand before her shot a sidelong glance back in disbelief at the sudden arrival of the swordsman and uttered a curse under his breath. Of all the times for a wanderer to show up to play the hero. A humorless chuckle escaped the man's throat as he returned his attention to what he had presumed to be a helpless girl before him. A sudden sharp pain brought him to a kneel immediately however as Lunie had come to her senses and stabbed an arrow into his gut.
“Yer a righ’ nasty... li’l brat ‘ent.. ya!” He grimaced at the shock from the wound, but managed to catch her off guard with a backhanded swing of his left fist. Selunae was struck in the mouth by the blow and was knocked flat on her back, a sharp whimper accompanying the blood running from her lip. She had lost her grip on the arrow, leaving it still protruding from her assailant's midsection. He didn't seem to be deterred, and her eyes widened as she saw him raise the axe to follow up.
As the intended killing blow fell, Selunae rolled to her right. The axe grazed her left arm, cutting through the bracer and leaving a much less lethal wound than what was meant for her. Her attacker was moving more sluggish too now, and having trouble with the weight of his axe. It was the perfect opportunity to get back to her feet, and she might not get another one. She propped her self up with her right hand, and used a tree for support to stand up. While she was catching her breath, the wounded bandit took another swing. It was sloppy and as she took a wobbly step back, the axe connected with the tree. Splinters and fragments of bark exploded out from the impact, and the man grunted in pain from the effort.
A quick glance away told her that one of the other brigands was badly wounded and the third had backed away from her blond rescuer, sidestepping around him with a ready stance. That was the first sigh of relief she had taken since she had been waylaid by these ruffians. Trying to put any distance she could from that axe that still seemed hungry for her blood, she reached for another arrow as its wielder stumbled towards her.
“I don’t... want to fight you...” Selunae winced as the wound on her bow arm ached.
“Den drop dat weapon.. and die like a.. like a good li’l brat!” the bloodied mugger spat, determined to make sure she wouldn't live to tell the tale of how she had gotten the better of him. Of all the times for a hero to show up.
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
Posts: 82
Affinity: Anima
Profile: -Link-
OoC Alias: Killtec
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Post by Ito on Mar 27, 2017 15:50:30 GMT -6
The girl seemed to be just fine for the moment. Ito's quick banter had given her the time to collect herself, and it seemed the brigand by her was in a spot of trouble because the girl had rightly used her newfound window of opportunity. Ito couldn't focus on the wounded man for now, though, because the third brigand was circling into a flanking position.
Foolish, Ito thought, the poor guy hasn't left my striking range. Only a step or two away from being stabbed through or torn open, Ito could tell the brigand was uneasy. Following the brigand's path, he lunged forward at the man with another yell. The brigand hastily attempted to parry the oncoming strike, but Ito spun to the side of the brigand, blade leveled at the mugger's shoulder height. Bracing for his inevitable doom, the brigand closed his eyes and waited to be decapitated.
*Bap!* Ito had kept his blade close to his own body as a means of defense, leading the attack with his left fist as it soared into contact with the brigand's jaw. The brigand was totally unprepared for the blow, and fell to the ground in a bit of a daze. Opening his eyes in confusion, the brigand dropped his axe and felt his face, the pain of fractured, broken, and missing teeth present as blood began to ooze from the corners of his mouth. Looking to Ito, the brigand was pained more emotionally than physically, it seemed. Almost like he felt betrayed for not being decapitated.
Ito did feel bad for him, sure, but putting the guy out of his misery wasn't going to solve anything. During the brigand's tearful confusion, Ito had tossed the fallen axe into the brush - it would take a lot of noisy searching to find it in the thick mess of shrubbery. "I suggest you leave. Now."
Ito turned to face the burly man approaching the girl, the other brigand on his knees and still in Ito's peripheral view.
"Unless you stop now and scurry home to have your mommy mend your wounds, the only one dying like a 'li'l brat' is going to be you, hoodlum." The point of Ito's sword was raised, ready to pierce into the remaining warrior's back if he did anything other than leave.
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Lunie
Nomad
A Bernese hunter that always seems to get in over her head.
Posts: 141
Profession: Wanderer
Affiliation: Bern
Guild: Order of the Bear
Affinity: Fire
Profile: ║ Selunae ♦ Journal ║
OoC Alias: Edgewind/Lunie
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Post by Lunie on Mar 27, 2017 17:36:05 GMT -6
Selunae hobbled away from the bandit, nocking an arrow with her bow. He, in turn, stumbled towards her, clutching the arrow with his left hand as if he were holding his guts from spewing out. Both of them were too focused on each other to fully register what was going on with Ito and the other bandits. Even if her arm wasn't wounded, the huntress would not have been able keep her aim steady with the adrenaline and fear pumping. It was going to either be him or her. Every step she took back, the brigand before her managed to match. There was no escaping. It was kill or be killed. She clenched her teeth and inhaled sharply as drawing the bowstring further inflamed the wound on her bow arm. All her hope of getting out of this alive, she placed it on the tip of that arrow and released it, letting it fly. Her heart sank, though, as the arrow sailed just over the bandit's right shoulder and, with a thunk, embedded into a tree.
“Looks.. like ya missed.. Dat head’a’yers’ll look righ’ pritty... on a pike. You jes’ behave.. while I remove it fer ya..” Pained laughter came in spurts from the twice-perforated ruffian.
Selunae trembled at the prospect of the bandit's offer. There was no time for another shot before he could close the gap. Her fearful eyes darted to and fro, searching for her intended rescuer and not seeing him. Her shallow breaths betrayed her attempts at courage, and the eyes of her grinning aggressor gleamed with malice. Lurching forward suddenly, the bandit grasped Selunae's right shoulder with a blood-covered left hand and thrust the flat part of the axe head into her chest. She recoiled backward from the blow into a tree and collapsed with a sound that fell somewhere between a whimper and a groan. The cry of pain she had heard ealier, had it been that third bandit or the mysterious swordsman? She hadn't been able to tell, nor had she heard the warning he had given the man that now stood poised to finish her off. It seemed the bandit hadn't heard Ito's warning either.
With death looming, Selunae raised her bow in defense, only to have it brushed aside. “Please.. please don’t..” the girl pleaded, trembling.
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Dawson
Shaman
Posts: 65
Affinity: Wind
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OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Dawson on Mar 27, 2017 18:42:48 GMT -6
Dawson walked along with his satchel tucked to his front, hoping to see some sort of life. I was lucky enough to avoid encountering any Etrurians or any of Dracos minions, but it won't be long before I get spotted...he thought. He smiled at himself, pleased that he was able to avoid detection.
He then thought back at the base. Dawson knew that his main goal was to somehow collect some more funds for the resistance. After all, a army with no money can't arm their troops. Alright...so my first goal here in Bern would be to- His thoughts were interrupted by a commotion up ahead. It looked to be a mugging that is going wrong, but the bandit was clearly not going to back down as looked like he was heading straight for a girl with only a bow to defend herself. Granted, there was a swordsman trying to help, but Dawson knew that if he didn't act quickly, it was all over for the girl.
Dawson sighed. It reminded him too much of his guilt back when he was Dracos "right hand man". He nodded to himself as he took out his flux tome. "I know what you said before Bee, but I won't let this pass" Dawson said to himself.
He then started to run ahead as he flipped open the tome. "Hey! How about picking someone your own size!" Dawson yelled as he sent out a dark energy wave at the bandit that was near the red haired girl.
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
Posts: 82
Affinity: Anima
Profile: -Link-
OoC Alias: Killtec
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Post by Ito on Mar 27, 2017 19:23:48 GMT -6
The heck? That warning always works! Freaking adrenaline hyped thugs focused on their objectives.
The bandit, despite his incredibly beat up condition, quickly knocked down the helpless girl and now raised his axe high for a final strike. Ito, not wanting to take any chances, reached up and grabbed the handle of the brigand's weapon from behind. "Just know this: I warned you." Simultaneously, Ito pulled down on the axe, keeping it close to the ground so it didn't fall on the young huntress while he stabbed the brigand from behind. Inserting his blade completely through the attempted mugger's torso, Ito pushed his sword up through the man's body, tearing through most of the vital organs before withdrawing his sword and tossing the brigand to the side.
In his final action against the marauder he'd been oblivious to the shouting of the newcomer, and right as Ito was about to kneel and check on the girl he was hit by a blast of dark magic. Thrown to the ground but still within the limits of his stamina, Ito quickly stood and readied his sword. Making eye contact with the newcomer clad in purple and black, Ito realized from the robes that the man was likely a spellcaster of some kind.
Ito spoke to the girl in a rather hushed tone, eyes fixed on the mysterious person who was just far away enough to not pick up Ito's quieted volume. "If you can, I want you to run. Get away as quickly as you can, miss. I'm not equipped or prepared to fight a magic user, but I'll try holding him off for as long as I can, should his intentions be hostile. Okay?"
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Lunie
Nomad
A Bernese hunter that always seems to get in over her head.
Posts: 141
Profession: Wanderer
Affiliation: Bern
Guild: Order of the Bear
Affinity: Fire
Profile: ║ Selunae ♦ Journal ║
OoC Alias: Edgewind/Lunie
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Post by Lunie on Mar 27, 2017 20:35:23 GMT -6
Selunae stared in silent shock as the the ruffian was eviscerated by the blade that penetrated his torso from behind. Her father Raeger had always told her that she'd lose her own head if it wasn't attached to her body, and it was very relieving to know it was going to remain attached for the moment. Before she could really relax though, the warrior before her was thrown to the ground by a mysterious force. Was that magic? Magic and other superstitious things frightened her much more than the axe that had been mere seconds from removing her head a moment ago. The huntress scrambled to her feet, and took cover behind a tree. She was afraid, sure, but she couldn't abandon the hero that just risked life and limb to save her. To her relief, Ito was able to immediately stand back up. His request for her to escape to safety was music to her ears, but she couldn't simply trade his life for hers while she was still able to fight. “A-are you okay..? I can still help.”
Peering around the tree at the newcomer, she confirmed that he indeed looked like a magic user of some sort. She didn't see any armor to speak of among the dark garb, and the tome he carried definitely fit the bill. Of course, the only knowledge she had was secondhand, as she had never encountered a real mage of any sort before. Everything she knew was really just wild rumors pertaining to the fall of Ostia and all of it was over her head anyway. What was certain though, was that one arrow striking home would be enough to give her rescuer the edge he needed over this new aggressor. She hoped she wouldn't let him down as she stepped to the side and trained an arrow on the Shaman that had entered the fray. Her arm was throbbing and her leg was threatening to not support her as well. She was terribly afraid and unsure if she'd be able to even use the tree next to her as cover if any magic was cast in her direction, but it was too late to back down.
The third bandit was taking advantage of this opportunity as well, recovering an axe from his comrade Ito had struck down first. Neither the huntress nor the swordsman were paying him any attention at this point and if he could strike while they were distracted, all the spoils would go to him alone. He owed this myrmidon a debt of pain as well and it was time to collect.
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Dawson
Shaman
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Affinity: Wind
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OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Dawson on Mar 27, 2017 21:33:31 GMT -6
Dawson couldn't help but flinch some when he saw that not only did his dark energy miss the bandit completely, but it hit the WRONG target! Well crap...this is not how I figured it would go...he thought as he continued to grip his tome.
To his horrors, the people Dawson was going to help now got up and looked to be glaring at him. The red haired girl pointed her arrow at him, clearly nocked, waiting to be fired. Granted she looked inexperienced with the bow, he still knew that it would hurt badly if it hit him. "Dammit! This is a giant misunderstanding!" Dawson yelled out as he continued to grip his flux tome in hand. He didn't know if the red haired girl, or the swordsman in particular were going to listen to him. He didn't blame the swordsman one bit. If HE was the one that got hit by a magic blast out of nowhere, he'd be pretty pissed off too.
Thats when something caught the attention of his eye, the third bandit! Dawson didn't think that the swordsman nor the red haired bowwoman noticed the bandit getting ready to strike. Dammit, too far away to reach them in time, and if I try again, I could potentially risk accidentally hitting one of them, or even both of them again. he thought. He was out of options at this point. He channeled more dark energy and fired in the direction of the bandit, hopping that it'll actually hit the right target this time.
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
Posts: 82
Affinity: Anima
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OoC Alias: Killtec
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Post by Ito on Apr 1, 2017 1:04:36 GMT -6
Ito's eyes fell narrow as he examined the magician, attempting to discern what the spellcaster's intentions were. just a big misunderstanding, huh? Yeah righ-
Ito's thoughts were cut short, as the final mugger - that one he'd spared in the beginning of the escapade - attacked him from the side. Generally unprepared, Ito intercepted the blow with both of his vambraces, the axe blade not ripping through the armour but definitely causing some bruising. Ito, struggling against the brigand's remaining strength and the weight of the axe, shoved off the brigand and gave himself a few moments for a counter of some sort. Twirling his sword once to reverse his grip, Ito stabbed the blade through one of the brigand's feet and into the ground, pinning the overzealous criminal in place. The brigand shrieked in pain then took another wild swing at the myrmidon, who swiftly dodged.
"Miss - if you really want to stay, focus on the magic wielder. Your bow can reach him from here, and I can't focus on him right now." The myrmidon took a deep breath then after another wild axe strike was dodged he jumped into the opening, ramming his knee into the soft spot between the brigand's legs and stepping to the side for a moment before striking again. As the brigand doubled over in all sorts of pain, Ito slammed his elbow into the marauder's back, adding to the torment that he seemed to be experiencing.
Ito's own pain was evident in his angered facial expression, years of pent up emotion being channeled into his every move. I gave this man a chance to be better. He chose to be a monster so I'll end him like one! Suddenly, Ito's eyes grew wide, his expression set back to a calm one as he became aware of the wave of magic approaching him and the brigand. Ito quickly stepped behind the villain, grabbing the tormented man by the shoulders and holding him straight up as a shield.
I'm no monster...
Am I?
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Lunie
Nomad
A Bernese hunter that always seems to get in over her head.
Posts: 141
Profession: Wanderer
Affiliation: Bern
Guild: Order of the Bear
Affinity: Fire
Profile: ║ Selunae ♦ Journal ║
OoC Alias: Edgewind/Lunie
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Post by Lunie on Apr 1, 2017 3:36:40 GMT -6
As the last standing of the bandits attempted to seize opportunity of the distraction, he had managed to draw the attention of its source. As the spellcaster’s magicks had focused into a blast of dark energy, he had panicked and rushed the swordsman too soon. All this while, Selunae had been unaware of his cowardly opportunistic endeavor as it had unfolded, only hearing what she took to be Ito finishing another brigand off. The huntress was focused completely on the new threat. This tome wielding traveler may as well have been a grotesque demon, in her eyes. As she registered Ito's request, Selunae did her utmost to steel her resolve.It was up to her, this time, to protect him and she intended to give all of what she had left. Her eyes widened in terror, however, as she witnessed the shaman’s second attack, and in a reaction borne of her fear of the magical arts, she had released her arrow before realizing it. Her form was poor, and the stiffness of her movement combined with the shakiness from fatigue and injury severely impacted the power and accuracy of her shot. Nonetheless, it was a sharp metal point whizzing through the air toward an unarmored target and would certainly pose a risk.
What happened next was all a blur. Selunae never recalled the course of thought that led to this action, nor the act itself, but after the dark force had begun its trajectory the young huntress bolted towards Ito and tried to shove him aside, afraid of what might happen if he took another direct hit as he did before. ‘Another magic..thing! I have to help him!’ - “Nooooo-!!” her distressed shout rang out and was cut short as she stumbled into Ito and the bandit, freezing in place in pure surprise. She had expected to find the bandit cast aside like the others and the panicked archer possessed neither the strength nor the forward velocity to propel her rescuer from the path of the danger with his human shield firmly anchored. To be fair, he didn't even need her help in the matter. However, with so many things happening at once and her emotions still reeling, she had placed herself in peril at precisely the wrong moment and never stood a chance, intercepting Dawson’s wave of energy as it collided squarely with her right arm just above the elbow. Once again the most brief of distractions had dramatically shifted her circumstances, and this time it had not turned out in her favor.
She was forced sideways, staggering harshly into Ito’s side before the momentum flung her to the ground behind him, rolling several times before coming to a stop on her left side. Wild confusion in her eyes, she tried to push herself up from the ground but her body wouldn't respond. The entire right side of her torso and right arm were consumed with a strange burning sensation unlike anything she had ever felt, as if she'd been wrapped in flames bearing a numbing emptiness inside them. Her breathing was limited to ragged shallow gasps, and her peripheral vision was fading rapidly to blackness. Unable to grasp what had happened, she tried to cry for help. Nothing intelligible emerged from her lips as tears silently bled from her eyes. Finally, her vision succumbed to darkness and her breathing slowed as her consciousness slipped away.
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Dawson
Shaman
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Post by Dawson on Apr 1, 2017 9:05:30 GMT -6
Dawson saw the arrow approach from where shot the dark energy, but he wasn't fast enough to react as it hit him in the chest. Grunting in pain, Dawson saw with an even more distressed look as the dark energy missed its mark AGAIN! This time, hitting the young archer as she jumped in the way of the magic missile.
"No.....No no no NO!" Dawson cried out as he saw the girl lay on the ground, hit by the shot. Grunting in pain, Dawson tried to move toward her to offer aid, but the pain in his wound was too great. He clutched the arrow and pulled it out. He then looked at the fallen archer, then back at his wound. My wound dosen't look too bad at the moment, but I'll still need it treated soon. But her on the other hand needs help NOW! Dawson thought as he pulled out one of the vulneraries that he bought earlier.
He slowly moved toward the group, flinching at the pain that emerged with each step. "This...is a big misunderstanding...please...I mean no harm. Just...let me help..." he said in between the spasms of pain that shot up. If I don't get to her quickly, she won't have much time...but I don't know if the swordsman will listen to me. He commanded his body to move quicker, grunting in pain as he desperately tried to reach the group, vulnerary in hand. "Just...trust me...I'm not your enemy, nor did I ever wish to be your enemy..." he said, clutching his chest with his free hand.
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Ito
Myrmidon
But it's only me, and I walk alone.
Posts: 82
Affinity: Anima
Profile: -Link-
OoC Alias: Killtec
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Post by Ito on Apr 1, 2017 10:53:01 GMT -6
Ito stumbled momentarily as the girl was blown into him before falling to the ground. I was too busy focusing on myself to help her, dang it! Moving quickly as he saw the shaman's staggered approach, Ito withdrew his sword from the brigand's foot and tossed the original villain to the ground, listening as the brigand faded into the next life while Lunie was on the verge of doing so herself. Gently as he could, Ito slid his left arm behind the huntress's head, picking her up and holding her close while the shaman approached. "Stay with me, miss. You can't leave me now." His own breathing was a little heavy, his exertion coming to be realized as the initial bursts of adrenaline began to wear off. "You scored a pretty direct hit on that shaman. You've gotta stay with me long enough to see it."
Ito held out his sword, the tip pointed at the shaman who appeared to be surrendering, now. "Just a big misunderstanding, huh? If I didn't know better I'd be inclined to agree with you, but you hit me pretty directly once, and now you've pushed this girl nearly to death with another attack. You'd better explain who you are and what you're doing here before I eviscerate you. If you don't want to risk it, though, I suggest you leave to help yourself. My friend here did hit you pretty hard, if I'm seeing things correctly." The brigand trio littered around Ito would hopefully add to the validity of his threats, and Ito wasn't sure if he had the energy to get the girl to a healer of some sort. I should really start carrying around some basic medicinal supplies.
Just hang in there a little longer, miss. I'll get you help soon.
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Lunie
Nomad
A Bernese hunter that always seems to get in over her head.
Posts: 141
Profession: Wanderer
Affiliation: Bern
Guild: Order of the Bear
Affinity: Fire
Profile: ║ Selunae ♦ Journal ║
OoC Alias: Edgewind/Lunie
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Post by Lunie on Apr 1, 2017 14:04:50 GMT -6
While, on the outside, the huntress was indeed quite unconscious, inside she was in the grips of a fever dream. The colors of the forest now bled into one another and blurred as distorted images relating to her trauma began to dance across her vision inconsistently. An indistinct figure that she immediately marked as Deen seemed to taunt her from the distance as the greens and browns and blues seemed to shift and interchange. She was running, desperately seeking to catch up to him, however she never seemed to close the gap between him and her though he didn't seem to be moving away. Just as suddenly as this had occurred, the entire forest had melted away and the morphing trees had been replaced by flames. Prancing figures, the brigands, circled around her as if in some ceremonial dance. She found herself unable to cry for help, or even speak at all. Her attempts to plead only manifested as silence. There were no heroes in this dream, and the only change was the increased number and fervor of the blurring images of the figures that danced in circles around her. The flames grew taller and spread wider before finally the images all merged into a representation of Dawson. He manifested as a towering dark misshapen figure silhouetted by the flames. In one fell swoop, an all-consuming force poured out from his hands and washed over the entire vision before her, turning all to black. Selunae’s attempt at a scream as she was overtaken was silent as well. These three stages would continue to cycle is various forms of inconsistency for the duration of her unconsciousness.
She would have been tossing and turning by now, struggling against Ito but not to a point where he couldn't restrain her. She wasn't thrashing her arms or kicking with her legs, but she seemed intent on escaping. Her forehead was burning up and her eyes were moving under her eyelids as if she were trying to glance back and forth. Just faintly, one could hear her mumbling “Don’t leave me, Deen, come back..”
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Dawson
Shaman
Posts: 65
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Dawson
OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Dawson on Apr 1, 2017 20:56:15 GMT -6
Dawson sighed as he looked at the swordsman. Seriously? I don't have time for this! he thought. "...Fine...I'll tell you what you want..." He slowly put his flux tome back in his satchel as he continued to speak, flinching every few seconds from the wound on his chest. "I'm Dawson...I'm part of the Illian Resistance. Trust me...I had NO intention in hurting you or the young archer on purpose...My target were the...now dead brigands...." He paused as he let the pain pass through his body. "I wished for no quarrel with either of you...and I'm truely am sorry for what I have done... he said
"Look...just trust me...I'm not your enemy...if I was, would I be offering medicine? This is the only hope that she has in surviving until we find a healer" Dawson spatted out as he then grunted in pain. "Look...if you don't believe me...then thats fine.....I'm in no condition to argue any further here...just please for the sake of the girls life...just listen to me..." he said. This is why I REALLY should have picked up in training myself in the healing arts instead of elder magic... he thought. It was too late for second guesses. He held out the vulnerary in his hand and offered it to the swordsman. "Please...I wish you no harm...I never wished harm on any of you...If you don't trust me....then end...my life..." he said sadly. I can't fail twice now...what would Bee think if she found out that I failed again, when this time, I had the power to change the outcome? It would be better that I die here by them anyways, least keep my power away from Draco and his minions...
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