Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 12, 2018 20:25:28 GMT -6
Khan Yunis the most important port in all of Nabata and one of the few Carlisle was not permitted to go. The last time he laid eyes on the city was nine years ago. That thought struck him like ten carriages. Still, it would be nice to be back in civilization and to see lands covered in green again. He would miss the people but he would not miss the desert.
"My lord, do keep a watchful eye until we reach the city, while it is relatively safe there, raiders are frequent in the wastes, the filthy scavengers." Sir Percival gruffly complained aloud.
Carlisle chuckled to that. "Come now, nine years here and you STILL act like I don't know what is going on. I have dealt with enough raiders by now. And I know its just us but is it wise to keep calling me by titles? Just Carlisle will do."
"I dare say not. To forego proper respect would besmirch not just my own but your honor too!" Percival gave a sharp nod of his head to that as though it was a flawless and irrefutable argument. "It is my place to worry milord and I will do so until I die!"
"Don't worry so much. You'll outlive us all," he offered a smile before looking back at the cart their horses were pulling. "I had no idea Chief Khalas would offer so many supplies for our cause, it makes me wish I did more for him."
"I'm afraid that while a generous donation by the standards of the tribe it is a pittance of what will be required. But what am I saying. It will get us to Bern most assured!" Percival pounded his fist against his chest plate triumphantly. "Hmm?" Something caught his eye in the distance. Small sand clouds were being stirred. "Someone, or someones coming our way and in a hurry. Be on guard."
"Surely they're just travelers. We've only just begun traveling." The idea that their journey would be complicated so soon was rather irritating more than anything.
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Belinda
Shaman
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Post by Belinda on Jan 14, 2018 9:26:15 GMT -6
"Ooh Bel well isn't this a rare visit." A woman greeted the Shamaness and ushered her inside. The woman was in her mid thirties, pregnant, and had long curly brown hair. The purple haired shaman let herself in to the woman's apartment.
"Sorry, Amy. Been busy."
"Yeah I can see that. The locals at the Sand Sea keep telling me you went off again with Cid. How go the travels?"
"They've been well thank you. Badon is the same as ever." The shamaness took a seat on a nearby chair. Amy was one of Belinda's friends and professional associates. She was the shamaness tailor and seamstress rolled into one package. Amy and her husband, made enough to live in a slightly lavish little flat on one of the more dangerous parts of town. Belinda loved the flat herself. She loved that the apartment had a nice kitchen and three windows. One that over looked the desert, the one in the kitchen looked over the sea, and the third over looked the town.
The pair of them spoke about all sorts of things. Before Belinda got into the heart of the matter of why she was there. In between her travels between Lycia and Nabata she lost one of her detachable sleeves and needed to commission a new one. Amy offered to make a new one for a price and Belinda obliged. She'd have to leave her other sleeve for Amy to use as a base.
"Hmm.. might take up to a week for me to do. Maybe a bit more depending on wether or not the baby decides to grace us with it's presence."
"Oh yeah, your due any day now. I still remember the drinks we shared when you first told me you were expecting. How's Bob taking it?" She asked as she munched on a few nuts.
"He's more nervous then I am! First born for both of us. He wants a son. I just want it to be healthy."
"My sleeves can wait if that happens to be the case."
"Ah don't you worry about it. I'm actually kinda glad you've given me something to do that's not related to the baby. Business has been terribly slow this week since most of our usual's know i'm due any day. Do need a few things done around here though. Belly makes it hard to do so."
Like any good friend Belinda offered her services. She picked up a broom and started to sweet up the floors. Every now and then she'd glance out the windows to see what's going on. It was impossible for her to see any real details of the people outside of the gates. But, she could make out some riders and what looked like a caravan. As well as a what looked like a dust bowl behind them.
"Looks like a dust storm is a coming. Sure, hope those caravans make it through the city gates in time."
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
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Affiliation: Old Etruria
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OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 15, 2018 9:16:57 GMT -6
Percival and Carlisle hastened their horses just to be safe. The desert stirred and strangers made their way towards them, so the closer they were to the town the better off they would be. The closer the other travelers came the tenser the two men grew. Percival had his lance in hand and Carlisle was prepared to draw his own sword. "Remember, we can't jump to hasty conclusions." Carlisle reminded.
It was not long before the other riders made their approach bringing their horses to slow alongside the two. "Good day to go to port, no? Storm is almost here too." The lead rider started.
Percival silently counted their numbers, they were only four men but one of them carried a particularly large and ornate book. They have a mage. Hiding his right hand from all but Carlisle he slowly moved it in a trained pattern only the two knew in order to convey important information.
Carlisle's eyes were trained on the speaker but he saw the message with his peripherals. "Yes, the sooner we can get out of the wastes the better. You're welcome to ride with us, safety in numbers and all that." He offered a smile to the four visitors who appeared to be conversing with one another before nodding in agreement.
"Alright, not far left to go but it can't hurt either." The lead rider smiled back allowing the two to relax. "Though-" Dangerous words, "I see that cart is one of chief Kalas's. You two with that pompous tribe?" They were trying to get a reaction from them, antagonistic but it would not work.
Carlisle simply nodded. "Yes. These supplies came from his tribe, and they will be used to much good elsewhere."
The four did not much like his answer, "You look like an outsider, so I don't think you know who we are-"
"You four are from Chief Raja's tribe, enemies of Chief Khalas's for generations, I know full well about the blood feud and I wish to quarry no quarrel with any of you."
"Tch! Alright outsider! Instead of talking and acting so high and mighty why don't you show some respect to the locals!? We won't let you just take what belongs to the desert away! If you don't want a fight then give us the supplies you're carrying and forget your business here!" The lead rider drew a saber to accentuate his point.
Percival was about to grow aggressive when Carlisle stopped him with a raised hand. At present the two's horses were pulling the cart. If they tried to engage with an enemy like this they would only get themselves killed or at best in an excruciatingly uphill battle. "Please. We need these supplies, we can't return to the mainland empty handed."
"Empty? Count your lives as your reward pig!" The rage building in Percival was nearly tangible now as the caravan came to a standstill. The two dismounted as the members of Raja's tribe ordered them around. First undoing their horses. "Those horses are ours now too! You can walk to port!" their leader chortled. "Hurry up pigs!" and then began the oinking. Once everything was undone the raiders shooed the two back. "I guess you two aren't as dumb as I thought. Your weapons are good for a show maybe." He grinned maliciously. "Actually, now that I take a good look those are some real fine toys you have. You're a noble aren't you?"
"Wealthy traders!" Percival spat.
"Well, whatever! I want your weapons too!" The raider grinned maliciously as his confidence grew. He could take everything from these two, send them back bare naked! Stupid outsiders were such easy pickings.
The other three were gathered around the cart itself pulling back the coverings to see just what they were taking. "Hey Captain! You have GOT to take a look at this! Gold, weapons, and staffs! These guys are loaded!"
Staffs? Percival and Carlisle exchanged a confused yet worried look. They weren't gifted any staffs. "Hey! Let me go!!!" the voice of a woman came from the back of the cart and a sinking feeling overcame Carlisle. He knew the voice all too well.
"Layla!?" He broke his composure darting off only to be restrained by Percival.
The three that found her pulled her from the cart restraining her. "Ho-o-ly hell she is a beauty!"
"No." The captain smiled. "He called her Layla. That's the Chief's daughter." His eyes turned wicked. "Bind her. We are going to-" The captain did not get to finish his words as Percival rushed the man and his horse. Jerking back the reigns he avoided the old man's rush and shouted. "Kill them!"
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jan 15, 2018 19:35:44 GMT -6
Belinda continued to sweep the floors. She moved away from the window in question. Amy was busy measuring out the sleeve, she walked over towards a drawer to pull something out. She glanced out the window and remarked.
"Looks like that caravan's getting attacked by raiders."
"That's unfortunate." Belinda didn't like raiders too much. Normally she'd comment on the fact that raiders were responsible for supply shortages. But, at the moment the young Shamaness didn't have any personal supplies that needed restocking. But, she knew the city and its markets were in need of supplies.
"Oh! The raiders are pulling a woman out of the cart." Amy narrated.
"Really?"
"Hmm.. don't recognize their colors. I hope it's not the caravan for the healers. The doula already told me she's out of willow bark." The brown-haired woman kept her gaze trained out the window.
"Why Willow Bark?"
"The doula uses it to help with the labor pains." At this point, Belinda had stopped sweeping and went to look out the window too. The shamaness tried to see if there were any sort of indication that the caravan's in questions were indeed those with medical supplies. She shook her head and realized what a futile effort it was to try and discern that. They were too far away and it wasn't as if the outsides of the caravan were going to be marked with that sort of information. As the commotion outside the gates escalated, the alarms were rung out. The local guard was starting to mobilize and head out towards the aid of the caravaneers. The shamaness sighed softly. She grabbed her black and white cloak and put it on.
"I'm going to go down and offer my assistance. It might be too late for the people, but we might be able to save the supplies."
"Bel, please. You don't have to risk your life. Let the guards do it."
"It is my civic duty." She smiled softly. It wasn't actually her civic duty. Amy was one of her few personal friends. And if this simple act of protecting a caravan meant that there was a chance to prevent the expectant mother some pain down the line, then Belinda was proud to do it. She wouldn't tell Amy that though.
"Besides, you know I can run if it gets too dangerous. Promise, I won't die." She spoke as she wrapped a white cloth around her nose and chin. The scarf-like cloth was tied behind her head. The mini mask served to help filter the sand from the air so she wouldn't breathe too much of it in. She gave Amy a hug then made her way out into the city. She followed the path down and out towards the caravans and the commotion.
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 17, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -6
Percival brandished his lance with the finesse of decades of practical application. The leader of the raiders was not so easy to deal with and his superior mobility ensured Percival was kept on the defensive but he was stalwart, keeping the commander held down and away from Carlisle. Two of the three began to circle Carlisle while the third kept his hold on Layla with a blade to her neck.
Carlisle drew his sword taking sliding steps back to keep the raiders off his absolute flanks. "Please, let her go. She is of no use to you if she is dead."
"Let yourself die and she'll be alright! She's even less use to us if WE'RE dead!" They had a point. Carlisle eyed his opponents and then Layla herself. She had a look of pleading and fear. Why did she have to come? Everyone told her no and now look at her, getting all of them killed and herself captured.
"I suggest you let me go or my father and brother will chase you to the ends of the earth," Layla threatened her captor while trying to get herself to some sort of favorable position despite her predicament.
"Shut up woman. You think we're afraid of those arrogant fools? We welcome the excuse to kill them."
"Then I suggest you let me go before I turn the tables on you."
Carlisle stopped his retreat and lowered his sword to his side. "Very well. If you'll let her go then I will trade my life for hers. You'll find that I am the far more valuable target. Etruria is far off but the prophet himself would offer a lot of gold for me."
The raiders looked at him skeptically. But Layla's shouting caught their attention. "Carlisle, you can't!"
"Shut up!" the man restraining her struck her in the gut with the hilt of his blade. "You, who are you really then?" He pointed his blade at Carlisle who took a deep breath before setting his sword on the ground. Percival and his opponent had fought to a standstill as well ending their fighting due to the current events.
The two raiders facing down Carlisle motioned him back from his sword only advancing once he complied. "Why shouldn't we run you through?"
"Because. I am not just some merchant. I am-" he never got to finish as the raiders went back on the defensive. It would seem someone new had just arrived on the scene. The moment the raiders got distracted Layla took advantage to strike her captor in the knee and throwing the man off of her. She rushed past Carlisle who swept up his blade ready to retaliate.
"Damn it!" The leader of the raiders swore as everything fell apart.
"Now let's continue!" Percival wasted no time striking at the raid leader.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jan 19, 2018 19:56:51 GMT -6
Belinda traveled down the road. She passed by a few merchant barren merchant stalls before coming up to the edge of the city gates. The local guard assembled themselves and agreed to send a small group of five men to ride out and defend the caravaneers. Those who lived on the fringes of the border between the city and the desert would also need to be protected. Those inhabitants though we're used to these sort of things and immediately boarded themselves up in their homes. Those who could fight stood guard in front of their personal castles. They would not move to help the caravanners unless the fight was brought to them.
Belinda was not a part of the guard so they would not offer her protection. The five of them moved out in groups. Two to protect the city gates. And three to march out and defend the caravan. Belinda would be bringing up the rear of the group of three providing covers towards those three men. The group of three comprised of two mercenaries and one myrmidon. The two that stayed to defend the gates were spearmen. They all possessed varying degrees of experience when it came to combat.
Belinda took a moment to assess the situation. The two caravanners were horseback riders, one was a swordsman, and the other she couldn't tell from her distance. But, it looked like the woman managed to free herself and moved over towards the two horsemen. At least that's what she could tell, she did not know what sort of conversations went down, since she just got here.
"Guard the caravan!" The myrmidon shouted. It was loud enough to be heard by all those involved in the current bout. Belinda pulled from her bag her tome and mentally prepared herself.
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 20, 2018 12:54:24 GMT -6
The town guard? This was a wrench in their original plans that they were not prepared for. The raid leader had little time to consider all variables as Percival, though dismounted, continued to press a fierce assault with his lance. "Thank you for the assistance, now let's push these men back!" Percival held a demanding and commanding voice. It was the sort that made you want to follow, or at least feel as though you should.
Layla meanwhile had ran to the guards as a means of protection and staying out of everyone's way. She took one look at Belinda and her eyes lit up, she was a mage! "Thank you."
Carlisle braced himself to challenge multiple opponents when the guards rushed up alongside him. "Are you alright sir?" one of them asked.
"Yes, no harm has been done as of yet. I thank you all for your assistance," and now that he was not bogged down by opponents he could return to his horse. It was all a matter of well practiced movements and he was aboard his horse with incredible speed. "Last chance to fall back and we'll forget and forgive what has happened here today!" Carlisle shouted the offer to the raiders which was returned with uneasy glances from one another. The raiders were outnumbered now and that could go badly very quickly.
For a moment it seemed as though they would comply as even Percival and their leader had ended their hostilities when the mage among the raiders let loose a spell. It was not a particularly strong spell but the winds he mustered were enough to cloud the air with blinding sand. "How's this for an answer!?"
"Gods! I can't see a thing!" One of the guards cried out as the sand cloud enveloped the defenders. "Guaaaaahhhhh!!!" Suddenly he cried out in pain and fell silent.
"Dammit! We must get clear!" The raiders were trying to use the cover of sand to make up for their disadvantageous numbers.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jan 21, 2018 19:27:46 GMT -6
Ah so the other rider has a lance. A swordsman and a lancer. That seems to even out the odds a bit. Belinda did a quick scan of the battlefield. Most Nabatan raiders were skilled with swords and bows. Swords were a common enough weapon to make and steal among the merchants. Though she had seen bandits with axes, bows, and lances. This was the first time she encountered a bandit with magic. Those were few and far between, but she knew that any well-studied mage can turn to banditry if the circumstances were harsh enough.
The woman Amy spoke of earlier, the woman that was pulled out of the wagon. This woman thanked her.
"I suggest running into the city and seeking shelter." The shaman pointed behind her. Towards the city gates. A part of Belinda was glad to see she was unharmed. Women in the custody of bandits, that, usually never ended well for the woman. The sailors would bring back stories of Caelin's bandits. Prostitutes of all ages. That sent a shiver up the shaman's spine. She shook her head slightly and returned her focus to the battle at hand. In her lapse of focus the bandits managed to take down one of the guards. A mage out there somewhere was using wind magic to provide cover for the bandits. Another survey of the land and Bel could see the mage. She turned her head to address the nearest fighter towards her.
"I can take care of the mage. But, I need some cover."
"An't No way I'm getting anywhere near them." The guardsman spoke. Belinda sighed. She made her way closer towards the two caravanners.
"You." She spoke to the light-haired swordsman since he was closer.
"I can deal with that mage. Can you provide some cover?"
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 25, 2018 11:50:21 GMT -6
“No! I refuse to run! I can’t really fight but I can heal!” Layla argues with Belinda’s advice to seek shelter. Holding up an ornate staff she held an expression that was very childlike in a pouting manner.
Carlisle and Percival knew they would make sure she returned home before they took to sea but right now they weren’t in a place to safely order her, much to their mutual frustration. The sand blinded Carlisle and made his horse uncomfortable. Fortunately it was bred for the environment offering him an advantage over most, but their commander would be an issue only compounded by their conveniently inconvenient Mage.
“You.” Someone addressed him with extremely blunt informality. Had Percival heard her he might have scolded her for disrespecting his lord, but he did not hear and Carlisle did not care about titles much, especially now. “I can deal with that Mage. Can you provide some cover?” He then noticed the purple haired woman addressing him. He had little time to soak in her features but the time in her hands told him all he needed.
“You’re a mage?” There was surprise and relief about their good fortune. “Right! I can keep their rider off of you, but that’s the best I can comitt to I’m afraid.” The sand cloud was beginning to settle allowing sight for all involved once more. The raiders had regrouped and in the mage’s hand crackled a soft flame. To Carlisle it was all magic but to one with a trained eye it was nothing more powerful than trinity. “Percival! Keep their fighters off this woman!” Carlisle ordered.
“As you will milord!” With a mighty swing of his halberd he pushed back the man nearest him.
“I’m placing my trust in you my lady, please do your best.” Carlisle urged his horse forward toward their commander who charged back with a lance. As the two met Carlisle swung back with his shield to protect himself and send the lance aside. Unfortunately he could not allow his opponent time to recover and risk him running down the purple haired woman. With a pull of the reins his mount came to a sharp halt and turned back on hind legs. His only need was to outmaneuver his enemy and keep him occupied, striking him down was a mere tertiary objective.
Percival on the other hand was a monster of a warrior. He contended with three raiders in melee all while evading an assault of flames from their Mage. It was an impressive display but it was also clear that he could only stall the inevitable.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jan 25, 2018 19:29:10 GMT -6
"Stick to the rear and heal the wounded. I am not responsible or you. And neither is the guard." Belinda spoke to the young woman. She then walked off before the staff lady could say any more. The guard wasn't responsible for Belinda either but the young woman didn't need to know that. These guards were mostly in it for themselves or in it for the possibility of a reward from the caravaneer. At least that's what she got from the attitude of the other guard.
She was pleased to see that the light-haired cavalier, was more compliant to her request then the guardsman. When questioned about her magic profession, Belinda clarified.
"Shaman." Khan Yunis was home to its own magic academy. An academy that did not discriminate against all types of magic like some of the other nations did. In some ways, she was glad Nabata was known as a desert wasteland. It meant that no one would interfere in their affairs of how to teach their people. As the light-haired cavalier spoke about his own limitations, Belinda kept her gaze focused on the raiders. She could see that the mage, switched from a wind spell to a fire spell. The shamaness low key hated mages for their ability to do that. She could not count the times she wished her ball of nether could materialize into flame to light her way. Or to have it change into a breeze to cool oneself on a hot summer's day. She remembered the day where she finished her stint as a pupil and was given the option to specialize in one of the three branches of magic. Magic, requires absolute concentration Bel. You cannot divide your attention between the two. To learn one must sacrifice. Choose wisely.
She pulled her hood and scarf up. No need for those fools to learn her image. She didn't want this biting her in the ass later if these fools lived. Or if these fools had other fools leering at them from a distance. As the lighter haired man spoke to his companion, the sage caught a note of two things. That the older man was named Percival. And that HE responded to the light-haired man as Milord. Which meant this light haired rider was some sort of noble. Now, this was both a boon and a bane to the shaman. She did not know if this man was a noble of Lycia. If he was if this man knew of her father's disgraced house. And if he wasn't, where did he hail from? And what was he doing here? These were questions Belinda did not have time for. She dismissed them from her mind and returned to the task at hand.
The light haired rider charged forward and did what Belinda asked of him. He kept the riders off the shamaness. But, the other guy, Percival, he was a monster of a man on the battlefield. The old man took on three of those raiders at once. If she had witnessed this sort of battle in an arena she'd would be up in the stands cheering. The shamaness focused her attention on the mage in question. She approached the mage in a calm and quiet manner. She had a black tome in one hand, her index finger wedged in between two halves of the book. She raised her free hand up and a ball of Nether energy emerged over her palm. As if to challenge the anima mage to a duel between magic users.
The mage, either out of fear or pride, attacked first. The raider lets loose the orb of fire he had held in his hand. The orb of fire flew overhead and hit Belinda square in the chest.
Belinda looked down at her chest where the mage's fire struck. She found that the ball of fire did damage to her clothes. Her black top now had a sizeable hole. Right where the sternum was. And that skin that covered her bones was now red from the heat of the flame. She would feel it's effects later. Belinda looked back at the mage. Her mind focused on keeping the ball of nether together. She kept walking towards him until she was about five feet from the raider mage. Flux had decent range. But, Belinda liked to be as close as she can to her opponent as she could when casting. The closeness helped to reduce the mental strain put on her from the Nether. To the outside observer, this made her look particularly ruthless.
Belinda released the orb of dark magic from her palm and let it sink to the ground. The flux spell slithered its way through the sand like a black snake. And reemerged above ground right under the mage's feet. The black tendrils whipped up from the sand and impaled the mage's lower half. Specifically, his calf, and thighs. The mage fell backward, crippled. Belinda cautiously continued her approach.
"This.. is my favorite shirt." The shaman spoke again, close enough for the mage to hear her. Her voice was eerily calm. She needed a small moment to recuperate before finishing off the mage.
"And your fireball ruined it." --
(OOC-Fire ball wound is mild. But, will need medical attention. Bel will make her way back to the healer in her next post.)
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 26, 2018 9:41:34 GMT -6
As Belinda moved into action she proved herself to be no slouch. She was quick to act and a brutal opponent to face. Perhaps even more frightening was the way she took a blow from her opponent without much care beyond the state of her clothing. The offender laid on the ground clawing in pain at his bleeding shins in near shock from the holes in them. "You!" it was the only thing the mage could manage to scream as he looked up at her, the singes in her top and the cold uncaring eyes. Panic stricken he lashed out with another fireball, this time trained for her face.
No more fire was coming Percival's way and that meant he could finally plant his feet. In an instant he changed from a man with light footwork into a stalwart wall that threw one of his attackers over. "That's better. You youngins had better get to running if you don't want to meet your gods today!" He laughed mirthfully. One of the trio did not heed his advice before rushing him again only to be met with a wide reaching swipe and being caught by the axe head of his halberd and thrown. "Anymore takers!? Come now, and break yourselves against me!"
In an instant the fighting began to turn into their favor, but Carlisle could not allow himself to be distracted. Even if Percival and their new shamaness ally could handle the others he still had an opponent of his own, one that Percival struggled to land a blow against. Following up with his previous parry he charged his enemy from his rear raising his blade to catch his opponent mid-stride. The strike met nothing but air as his opponent moved his body far to his right literally throwing himself from his saddle. The man struck the ground harshly, but he was still alive.
"Gah!" The raider commander swore to all his gods before composing himself. He watched as Carlisle turned his horse back and instead of rushing him he too dismounted. Carlisle gave a twirl of his blade before pointing the tip at his opponent's chest.
"Look around you, you're men are failing and now you too are struggling."
The raid captain complied and was surprise. He had not paid any mind to the combat or his allies so to see one dead and another at the mercy of some woman was not a good sign.
"You're numbers mean nothing anymore. Take your losses and return home. Tend to your dead and live another day." Carlisle wanted to stop this here not finding there to be any further purpose in this combat.
The raid leader however gritted his teeth in rage. "We can't go back empty handed! God is not so forgiving and I will not be fed to that Snake! There are fates worse than death!" The captain adamantly drew his blade and charged Carlisle.
Carlisle was admittedly taken off guard by this but he had heard of this so called Snake in the Raja tribe. "I am sorry. I tried." Carlisle's movements were practiced and light, deceptively so for his armor. He stepped back from the raider's initial strike before lunging forward to strike at his opening. His blade reached deeply into the forearm severing tendons and muscle forcing him to drop his blade from a now useless hand. The raider cried out in pain before Carlisle's blade moved to his throat. "You attacked the blood-bound brother of Khalid, and the daughter of Chief Khalas. I fear law sees it that you will be judged by them, so you must live for now."
"Like Hell!" The raider slipped a knife out from his sleeve spinning to the outside of Carlisle's blade in an attempt to strike his flank. "Guaaaaaaaa!!!" Then silence. It only took a quick reaction from Carlisle to cut deeply into the Raider from his position.
"Then I will judge you in their place."
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jan 26, 2018 19:17:21 GMT -6
"You!" The mage looked at her with such hate in her eyes.
"Yes. Me. Look.. If you apologize I'll let you live." Belinda spoke as she looked down at the enemy mage. The mage was not having any of it and went to lob a fireball at her face. The shamaness quickly pulled back and let the ball of a fire safely soar past her. It was easier for her to move quickly when she wasn't busy holding a flux tome in her hand. Usually, most fools she felled were big men with metal weapons. Weapons that could be picked up and used to finish the job her initial spell didn't. It prevented her from having to cast a spell twice, thus sparing her some more mental anguish down the line.
But, this oaf, didn't have a metal weapon on him. So she was going to have to finish him off with what she got. Belinda sighed softly and kicked the man's tome away from him.
"No apology then. Very well, just remember, you made this choice." She backed up so that he couldn't grab her legs. She focused her magic again and the orb of nether materialized over her palm once more. This was much smaller than the last one, partly due to the fact that she didn't need as much magic to finish the mage off. And also due to the fact that she was starting to feel the after-effects of both the fireball hitting her and her prior flux use. The orb of Nether slipped through her fingers and slithered its way towards the mage's chest. Belinda barely twitched her fingers and the slick nether slither surged upwards impaling the man in the chest. Belinda was precise with her strike, the slither of nether magic went right through the mage's heart. The man fell limp, his blood stained the sands beneath his body.
She let out another breath and then she felt the pain. AH! She put her hand on her chest. That was a mistake. The sudden impact of her hand hitting her singed flesh made the pain worse. Move. Hand. Away! She moved the hand away. But, the desert air also made it feel worse. And between the two worse feelings she decided that covering the burn on her chest was more important than having it exposed to the open sandy air. She backpedaled a bit and turned around. Slowly made her way back towards the woman with the staff.
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
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Profession: Lost Heir
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OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 26, 2018 20:55:01 GMT -6
Their leader fallen and the mage now dead as well the two remaining men were easily routed by Percival. There would be no raiders left to speak of this day.
When Belinda went to the healer's side Layla quickly got to work. "Are you alright? That was terrifying but amazing!" She praised Belinda's actions, them having made an impression on her. "I haven't really met any shamans before."
"Milord! Are you unharmed!?" Percival swung the blood off his pike sharply before hurrying to his liege's side. Carlisle silently nodded in turn cleaning his own weapon on his downed opponent. "I will get the horses and cart prepared post haste. This delay is likely to have us staying the night in the city." Percival snorted derisively.
"Its alright, enough excitement one day I think we could use with the rest."
"This was hardly a fight worth noting."
"Don't pout, now." Carlisle gave Percival a cheeky grin. "I'll go speak with the guards." Carlisle approached the brave men and shamaness that came to their defense. "I would like to thank all of you for coming out here when you did. Had you not I don't think the three of us would have lasted very long." He placed his right hand over his chest and gave them a nod like a bow.
The guards weren't any help beyond a show of force but this shamaness on the other hand was a great boon. Assuming she would allow him to Carlisle would take Belinda's hand in his and kiss it. "To you my lady I would like to offer my deepest gratitude. Had you not intervened I would not be standing here now. My name is Carlisle, pray, tell me yours?" He gave her a smile as he inquired of her. Layla's healing fluctuated as he spoke, jealousy clear on her face.
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Belinda
Shaman
Recording the world as I see it
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Post by Belinda on Jan 26, 2018 22:22:31 GMT -6
"I'm fine. Save for the burn." the shamaness explained. She kept a level head as the light of the healing staff worked its magic. She could feel an instant cooling relief.
"Thank you." She pulled from her pocket some coin and put it in the healer woman's hands.
"You should visit the city more. A practitioner in the ancient arts.. shamans.. they are uncommon there. But, not rare. I'm sure you can find one to sate your curiosity." She gave the woman a small smile. She then examined the state of her clothes and tried to use her hands to pull the two pieces of fabric together.
"I suppose you don't have a staff that mends cloth?" She joked. Belinda knew of no magic save for a seamstress's hand that can mend cloth. She started to think about her finances and how much cloth would need to be bought, plus how much Amy would charge extra, and whether or not all of this would be mended before she went on her next trip... Until a man's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She kept her hand on her chest to cover the bare patch. Then she remembered her book and swapped hands. The booked hand now kept her dignity intact rather than her open palm. The light haired lord was thanking them for their service. Bel herself felt that the guard didn't do anything to warrant such thanks. Except maybe for that one fool who died. She let Carlisle introduce himself.
"My name is Belinda." She pulled the scarf down from her face.
"You show manners. That's rare among merchants."She offered her free hand to shake. She then motioned her head towards the two wagons. Belinda was going to play along with the idea of them being merchants for a little while longer.
"Have your guardsman, double check your wagons and make sure nothing is missing. I am not a part of the guard. I can offer you no help if.. one of them had a momentary lapse in morality."
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
Cavalier
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Profession: Lost Heir
Affiliation: Old Etruria
Affinity: Fire
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OoC Alias: Vin
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 28, 2018 16:31:50 GMT -6
"Hah?" Layla took the coins in confusion, she was the one being rescued, that was payment enough for a little bit of healing. Buuuut if someone felt indebted to her regardless, who was she to refuse the kind gesture? "Of course, it was the least I could do," she smiled.
Carlisle tried to pay no mind to the state of Belinda's clothing and the location of her tear but with her constantly trying to protect her modesty it became increasingly difficult for him to feign ignorance to. "Well, I like to believe in the old expression that manners maketh man. If I can not even behave civilly and well then I am no better than the beasts of the land." He then reached across his chest to unclasp his cape before handing it to Belinda. "This ought to help free your hands." He offered another smile and left out the why for her to fill in herself.
He nodded to her concerns over anything having been stolen as he agreed it was a legitimate concern. "Percival, make sure everything is still in order, and that we don't have anymore stowaways in our convoy." He gave Layla a playful look when he said that.
It did not take Percival long to confirm that everything was still in order. The horses were a little shaken and required a little more coaxing to get moving again but it did not take too long. Percival cast a dissatisfied glance in the general direction of the shamaness but had the good sense to keep his mouth shut.
"Belinda, you say you are not a part of the guard and yet to came to our rescue and even took a blow for us, due to this delay we will be stuck in the city until the storm passes, so please, allow me to repay you. If nothing else, with new clothes.
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