Sain
The "Before" years
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Post by Sain on Feb 10, 2009 15:30:59 GMT -6
this time the Sacean blade went clean through Sain's legs causing him to scream out in pain and curse Matis' name a dozen times over. Other then that, the man was left quite defenseless.
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Post by Matis on Feb 10, 2009 19:39:42 GMT -6
Sain fell over right next to him, as he stood up and moved a few steps away from the ex-lord. Even without his legs, Sain still moved frantically, swinging his axe around no stop. They'd have to wait for him to fall unconscious(if ever, given the fact that he is an undead) to clean the wounds and stop the blood flow.
Only Albel, the nomad, was left. This one wasn't nearly as strong as Sain, or as destructive as Lumino, but he was by far the fastest of the bunch. Bringing him down would take cooperation.
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Aeros
Manakete
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Post by Aeros on Feb 16, 2009 13:31:37 GMT -6
Aeros lifted up his head, having noticed that the pain was receding. Good. First order of business: check self to make sure everything was intact. Well, everything but his wing, which he knew was going to take a long time to recover. But everything else was good. Second order of business: check the progress of the battle, which was also good. The mages were down, the nasty axe-wielder was down...which left the archer. Who, having not noticed Aeros, was standing next to a wooden house. With a draconic grin, Aeros summoned up what remained of his energy and, taking careful aim, since he had time to, blew a stream of flame across the battlefield, straight into the house, which caught fire. Setting his head down as his vision began to swim, Aeros relaxed, mentally preparing himself in case he was attacked.
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Post by Katara on Feb 24, 2009 20:32:35 GMT -6
Katara blinked over and over again as she flitted back into awareness. Her eyes still bleary, she sat up and touched her nose, then winced from the pain. At least it had stopped bleeding. She fought down bile as she stood up, then looked around. All of the enemies were taken down. All but a single nomad... And a house blew up next to him, set alight by a dragons breath. Could he have survived such a blow? "Matis!" Katara croaked, "is... is it over? We need to tend to the wounded... and figure out what to do with the hypnotized..." as she said this, she knew that Matis was doing all he could, and that he probably already had these things on his mind.
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Dirk Karavalenge
Nomadic Trooper
Mr. Opportunist[M:-25]
A man of very few words
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Feb 24, 2009 21:02:02 GMT -6
A house exploded into flames on the port. "Quickly, let's row back to the port," he said to his fellow companions, "If we've won, we'll be able to help the wounded. If we've lost, well, we're wanted by the Etrurians now anyways."
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Post by Matis on Feb 25, 2009 10:54:02 GMT -6
The port city was now lit up by the red flames. Having heard Katara's voice, Matis turned to her and helped her stand up. "Well, if we're lucky, that house crushed the nomad. If not, then we have but one more enemy to take care of.
Lumino is knocked out, Sain has lost his legs and that other wizard by the name of Marzius is tied up. It was still to be seen what they would do with them all once the battle was over.
"It's not over yet", Matis said. "But it will be soon. I promise". Matis ran to where the building had fallen. "Is he even alive...?" he muttered while looking for Albel.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Feb 25, 2009 18:30:17 GMT -6
You could hear someone coughing as a figure on a horse rode out ( frantically) out of the smoke, to reveal itself as Rayl, who had been charging at the nomad ( wherever they went) when the building near him had been basically blown to bits. Covered in soot and what all else, he had the urge to attack the wounded dragon, though shook the thought out of his head because while it was injured, it could still eat him as a crunchy little snack, and his horse to boot, " Ahem...well then, that was fun...let's NEVER do it again!"
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 25, 2009 19:13:12 GMT -6
Richter sat up, the vulnerary doing wonders for his wound. He clutched his side. "It still stings..." he looked around. The boat that attacked them was in a fiery, sinking mess a distance away. He could also tell they were moving towards the shore. He lifted himself to his feet, staggered over to Dirk, then looked towards the shore. "We're going back...Is the fighting done?"
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Dirk Karavalenge
Nomadic Trooper
Mr. Opportunist[M:-25]
A man of very few words
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Feb 25, 2009 20:58:40 GMT -6
"We're not entirely sure, if it is, then we can help those injured. If it isn't, well, we've still got that Etrurian ship drifting that would kill us the first chance we get. A building on the port burst in flames, and when something like that happens, not even I can turn my back." The sad thing was that Dirk knew that he had done something like that before. But that bit of backstory can wait.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 26, 2009 11:03:35 GMT -6
Richter closed his eyes and sighed. "If you find yourself running towards tragedy every time you see it, you'll soon be a part of the next tragedy..." He sat down. "Whatever, do what you want."
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Dirk Karavalenge
Nomadic Trooper
Mr. Opportunist[M:-25]
A man of very few words
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Feb 26, 2009 17:23:53 GMT -6
"I've already tried running away, but my life is still a tragedy. There is nothing left for me to do but go forward." Dirk continued to row.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 26, 2009 18:58:44 GMT -6
"You'll never be able to escape," replied Richter, "but there's no point in speeding up your death." Richter remained motionless. "You might as well fight fate. The greatest people in the world were always those who did just that."
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Dirk Karavalenge
Nomadic Trooper
Mr. Opportunist[M:-25]
A man of very few words
Posts: 224
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Feb 26, 2009 21:56:43 GMT -6
"Ha! Who are these 'great people'? I'd like to meet them. And what is fate? Just a depiction of what happens will happen? There is no fate, only the now." The shoreline was coming into sight.
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Post by Matis on Mar 8, 2009 13:24:29 GMT -6
Matis' sprint came to a stop not far away from the pile of rubble that had been thrown on top of the Nomad. Time seemed to have stopped. Everyone that was charging towards Albel simply stopped once the house nearby fell apart.
Nothing was moving. Not even the dragon was. Matis decided to step closer, if only to have a look. Were anything to happen, any of his comrades nearby should be able to stop the Nomad in a single hit, after that house fell on him.
He cleared some of the rubble. There lied Albel, bleeding out of most of his body. He was still alive, though. Probably due to Hargus' spell. Still, his horse was now dead and his body was so beaten that he could barely breathe. Matis turned around.
"It's over, guys."
"We'll have to wait for Kenshin to be done, now."
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Post by Rayl Torien on Mar 8, 2009 18:03:39 GMT -6
Rayl slowly nodded once the nomad who the other nomad called 'Matis' announced that it was over, and a heavy sigh of relief escaped him, "I'm still amazed at how strong and bloodthirsty they seemed to be...just who were they anyways?" it was obvious that Rayl knew next to nothing in terms of details, and really had only a minor knowledge of the whole madness, as he began to check his wounds from the rubble falling all about him," Any casualties besides Crowley?" the memory of being stuck in the main city was still fresh in his mind...
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