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 Nov 16, 2008 20:15:50 GMT -6
Dirk quickly measured the distance between himself and the mad mage. Too far for normal magic spells, but enough to get a couple longbow arrows in. "Lumino, you just said, ' How many innocent people die because of you? How many families lost fathers, sons, daughters and mothers? How many children lost their brothers because of you.' But you are incorrect. If you would just turn your view, How many innocent people die because of Hargus and the bandits? I watched when Kenshin killed your brother (I didn't post much, but I was there), but your brother was working for Bern, which just happens to be where Hargus is. Several of us have family who were killed by Hargus' Bandits, like Chief..." He shook his head to get rid of the memory. "And if you side with Hargus, the man behind these three years of war, I will never forgive you, the time to talk is over." He notched and arrow, aimed, and let it fly.
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Post by Katara on Nov 16, 2008 20:16:10 GMT -6
Katara had only felled a few men when magic billowed from Lumino's body. Most of the soldiers were either killed or blown away by the sheer energy of the waves. Katara herself sustained damage. She staggered and fell. "THEN YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN US!" she yelled with as much energy her body would let her. She slumped down as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She stared at the boy she knew so well, the boy she admired for his innocence, and the boy she let slip through her hands. Because of his wrongful death, he was killing her.
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Wein Lowell
Sniper
The Noble Arrow
If you're a glory hound, then I'm king of the glory hounds
Posts: 268
Lycia Fame: 2
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Post by Wein Lowell on Nov 16, 2008 20:39:56 GMT -6
Wein trembled in fear. In all his journeys, he had never met anyone like the demon-child before them. While the others fought valiantly, Wein just took a step back. He couldn't die here. There was still so much for him to live for. He had to go back home to his family, he had to go back to his brother. "No," he said as he watched soldiers be destroyed by the magical attacks. These men were people too, and they were being slaughtered systematically, like cattle. This boy was no human. "No..." He grabbed an arrow and notched it. He tripped over a log as he walked backwards, and had to re-notch the arrow. His hands shaking, he fired the arrow at the mage.
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Albel
The "Before" years
[M:0][M:-100]
Posts: 14
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Post by Albel on Nov 17, 2008 10:40:48 GMT -6
Two arrows whizzed through the air, one stopping Dirks and the other towards Katara. Around the corner was a mounted archer. "So both Kenshin's woman and cousin is here. The bustard traded my life for his own. He knew Hargus was up to something so he sent me in ahead to set off the trap." Albel's horse slowly walked closer to the group, he already had an arrow on the string of his bow.
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Sain
The "Before" years
[M:-225]
Posts: 69
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Post by Sain on Nov 17, 2008 10:51:34 GMT -6
Behind Albel was a man carrying a large axe on his shoulder as if it was nothing. "I had family problems and instead of helping me out you all left me to die. The stress of running Ostia and dealing with that lead to a stroke. I died alone, I SAVED you life Matis and this is how I'm repaid. This time I'm not going to save your life but this time I'll take it." Charging past Albel he charged towards Matis.
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Lumino
Sage
The Green Flame Damned Wizard DEAD
To fool your enimies, first you must fool your friends.
Posts: 238
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Post by Lumino on Nov 17, 2008 11:22:05 GMT -6
"You see? I am not the only one betrayed by you fools!" Wein's arrow, fired in fear, flew well off of his intended target and missed completely.
"If you feel such conviction, then let's hope you can set your past to rest in this place! Ahhahahahaha!"
He grinned over the spectacle. "Now then, who wishes to be the first to offer themselves upon the alter of retribution?"
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Aeros
Manakete
Posts: 77
Etruria Fame: 1
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Post by Aeros on Nov 17, 2008 16:52:16 GMT -6
In the meantime, Aeros was laborously winging toward the docks, still carrying Crow's lifeless body, as well as a new wound on his right hind leg. Stupid...mages. He thought tiredly. He couldn't go on much longer, he'd have to rest, treat his wound... On seeing the battle going on at the docks, and feeling the immense burst of power of the young mage, he immediately woke up, back-flapping to stay aloft and avoid the worst of the battle. What is this?! He surveyed the carnage, his draconic eyes seeing even more than he normally would. Death was everywhere, and he felt sickened, just as he had in the city, even if the others hadn't known it. He had spared every life he could, mourned those he couldn't. It was madness, but it was a madness most beings seemed to have, so he fought. Then, Aeros spotted Richter and the others, hijacking a boat on the pier, trying to get away. He flew quickly to them, skirting around the battle, and without a word lowered Crowley onto the boat, taking off again without setting down. His leg twinged painfully again, but he focused on the group below him. He knew his enemy simply by the rantings of the young mage, if his twisted, demented expression didn't offer a hint. Seeing the archer and fighter appear-apparently allied with the mage-began to drop down on them, making sure that it would be hard to see who he was attacking. The mage had enough power by himself make him cautious, even if he didn't like the idea of anyone on his side attacking him. ((Face my wrath!!! ))
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
Posts: 212
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Post by Crowley on Nov 17, 2008 17:09:07 GMT -6
The lifeless body of Crowley fell down on the wooden planks of the boat, tumbling around like a ragdoll. It was a horrible sight to behold. The once so Magnificent, the hero who inspired drunkards, wenches, naive children and old bartenders was gone. The red scarf that usually covered his neck was gone, revealing many, too many scars and wounds. He lay still. A small rasp of breath escaped from his mouth, but with his eyes closed he could not see who was there. Blood was all over his clothes and the horrible stench of acid escaped from his body, even his bowels seemed to be losing control already. The epic drinker, the hero of the stories who were to be told for many years, was dieing. The only thing he could think about, however, was his best friend. The one who had got his scarf, the only thing he had really adored.
And with his last words, he said the last thing that would ever escape from his mouth. The most beautiful, elegant words, that anyone ever uttered. The words that normally only touched the lips of poets and great minds alike;
'I really should've gotten laid last night.'
A long pause. A thin trail of air escaping from his mouth.
'Wrestler, see you late-'
The strength failed him and his last heartbeat was remarkable, it was loud and easily heared. The heart was tired and ached for salvation and it was as if this last effort would wash his sins, pranks and murders away. And with his little trademark grin (mixed with terror and pain) he stared with open eyes to the heaven, seeing things that the living could not yet phantom.
Maybe he was home and the bartender was giving him beer.
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Post by Alexia on Nov 17, 2008 17:55:20 GMT -6
the pain was extensive.
Without her armor between her and the icy winds, Alexia could feel every bit of it. It tore at her skin, and ripped into Night Flight. The desert horse whinnied in pain, and Alexia could only grit her teeth. It had hurt, but it hadn't felled her. She was far too strong for that.
Fortunately, enduring Fimbulvetr had saved Alexia and Night Flight from the waves of magic. It also left her in a good position to attack Lumino yet again. She twirled her lance, again thrusting at Lumino, not bothering with pretty, petty words at this point. They were far beyond that.
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Post by Katara on Nov 17, 2008 18:19:00 GMT -6
Katara saw the arrow coming towards her, but had little strength left. She rolled over to the side and flinched as the arrow embedded itself in the ground near her leg. Urging her legs to move, she heaved herself upright. Staggering up, she used her sword as a support. "STOP!" she yelled. "Why? Why have you all gone mad?!" she addressed the three risen warriors. "You called yourselves justice once. Defenders of the weak. You were once friends to Kenshin, Matis, and others, including myself. Through unfortunate measures, you died. Why are you blaming this on us? Was it by our hands you were slain? No. It was that demon, Hargus. He took your life, Albel. Sain... I think strokes are caused by the buildup of unhealthy "stuff" in your body... And Lumino... I don't know what to say. I knew you as one of my closest friends. In a way... I... Why have you all let the good memories go and held on to the bad ones? Please, hear me out. We don't have to continue the bloodshed."
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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 Nov 17, 2008 19:50:52 GMT -6
Dirk noted the two new guys, he hadn't seen them before, it must've been before he joined Kenshin's band. "You're the leader of Ostia? You don't care in the least that we saved you guys from Bern's armies? We all have duties that we must attend to, and if you can't handle those duties, you should've allowed someone stronger to take over. Katara, I don't think talking will help, they aren't the people we knew, they are puppets whose resting places have been disturbed by Hargus, and the only way to help them is to defeat them and put their souls at ease."
Dirk fired another arrow at Lumino, the other two seemed a little weaker than the mage, but not by much.
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Post by Matis on Nov 17, 2008 20:58:17 GMT -6
Matis ran forward, Steel Lance in hand once he saw Alexia first charge. The waves of magic had stopped most if not all in the field, but only for a brief moment. Long enough to get those civilians that were still watching the fight move farther away.
Matis resumed his march, and was only about a hundred meters away from Lumino when he found himself face to face with a giant axe. With a swift movement of his wrist, Matis managed to get his lance just in the way of the axe.
"Sain?" he said, and then looked to the man that had spoken. "A-Albel? Is that you?" Matis had met Albel while following his uncle from tribe to tribe, to make peace and share stories. It had been long, long ago, but some of Albel's more distinct features were still distinguishable. "Why? W-why are you here?"
He then realized it. All came to his mind with a single blow. He pushed Sain back and took a few steps backwards himself. Hargus. Just like with the so called heroes, he had brought those that had once belonged to the team to live again, and now under his control. "Snap out of it!" he shouted at Sain, who was now closing in again. Yet again he blocked the blow, but Matis was at a serious disadvantage. Sain still carried his Wolf Beil, and as everyone knows, axes are very effective in taking out lance-users.
"Everyone, if we knock them unconscious and kill Hargus, his spell will most likely wear off!" he shouted to those around him, though he wasn't sure they even realized what he meant by this.
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Post by Katara on Nov 17, 2008 21:10:55 GMT -6
Invigorated by Matis's idea, Katara mustered all the strength she could and threw herself on top of Lumino. "This is for you're own good, i swear!" she said as she repeatedly punched him in an attempt to knock him unconscious. A few tears showered Lumino as she brought her fists down, as she said, "I love you."
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Lumino
Sage
The Green Flame Damned Wizard DEAD
To fool your enimies, first you must fool your friends.
Posts: 238
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Post by Lumino on Nov 17, 2008 21:34:05 GMT -6
Lumino had been caught by surprise by Katara's assault. Not what he was expecting he brought up his hands to shield his body, as her fists beat against him. Even now he laughed.
"You...hah hah hah...you made a mistake...hah hah hah! Did you know?" He said between punches. "That those who are with child cannot be healed by magic without injuring their child? The body treats a child like a disease, and the magic would attack it."
And before she could stop to consider what he meant by this his hand clutched around a discarded sword on the ground. True he didn't know how to use it, but any idiot can swing a piece of metal. Raising the sword he made to thrust it at her chest, if she was going to win, it would cost her dearly.
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Post by Katara on Nov 17, 2008 21:42:32 GMT -6
Katara's trained reflexes caught the sight of her own blade in Lumino's hands. She realized that she had to start thinking as a mother. She gave up on her assault and rolled away. "I would curse you, but you are under a potent spell, and I know you didn't mean that!" she said to the mage-boy. She held her side. Lumino had manages to cut her, though he missed his target. She pulled out her slim sword. There Lumino was, lying on the ground, bloodied from the short beating. He was still a child. A possessed, demon child, but a child no less. Who was she to kill him? Without turning, she shuffled away from the mage, trying to find someone with a vulnerary.
OoC: I'm not trying to godmod, but come on. Even if he is demon-possessed, a level nine mage versus a level six swordmaster?
Edit: haha, dont mind me!
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