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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on May 24, 2010 20:15:38 GMT -6
Guinevere's head snapped up. She had been keeping to her job of silently guarding Rayl when she heard the commotion start. Quickly grabbing her lance, she hurried over to where she saw people gathering, the Commander and Officer Feldsky among them. She hurried over to them, knowing something bad had just happened. She made it there just in time to join a group of soliders standing behind the Commander. Just then, he turned around and ordered to go look for a man in dark robes. Nodding quickly, Gwen took off as ordered.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on May 24, 2010 21:07:01 GMT -6
Clair was concerned for a moment, as he'd seemed to have taken more of the hit than she had, but she didn't remain overly worried for long. Especially once his temper started to flare. Severely injured people did not put on as vehement a display as he was showing. At last, not in her experience.
She turned away when she heard a powerful voice call out her name. It was Commander Richter. He must've been the one who had set the men in motion so quickly. She jogged over to him, and answering as she arrived. "Commander. I don't know Sir. There was a shot of dark magic, and then most of the tent seemed to collapse. I managed to avoid the worst of it, but Mavick may need some attention from a healer." She wondered where in all this mess little Love had gotten to. "I think it was Morgoth. He was just leaving the tent as I came in, and seemed... Different. Like he had made up his mind about something." Now that she thought of it, there really wasn't anyone else that could have done it, in the army.
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Post by Richter Abend on May 30, 2010 0:09:32 GMT -6
"Yes, I think it might have been Morgoth," said Richter, nodding pensively as he stared off into the plains. If Morgoth had run off out of camp, he was one fast little shaman as the commander couldn't see his black figure anywhere. He sighed, shaking his head. He put an arm out and grabbed a nearby healer who had rushed to the scene. Considering they were no longer part of the Etrurian army, healers had become a valuable commodity. Most of them were highly religious and thus faithful to the Prophet. The few that did defect did so mostly because of the injustice they saw and the harm the Etrurians were inflicting.
"See the small purple man?" Richter asked the cleric. The man nodded. "Go check if he has any wounds that need healing." The man nodded again and scurried off towards Mavick. The commander turned back to his assistant officer. "I'm glad to see you're not hurt, Feldsky. Can't having my best soldiers falling to underhanded sneak attacks." Richter let slip a wry smile as he saluted the pegasus knight.
Richter looked around. It didn't look like anyone was seriously hurt, and most of his soldiers had begun packing up to get ready to move. Some soldiers were already forming up. It was getting late and they needed to get to the fortress. Morgoth seemed to be gone, but the commander would be on alert in case he showed up again.
"Alright soldiers!" yelled the rebel commander, thrusting an arm in the air. "We're going to hit those Etrurian bastards hard, fast, and silently. We'll be there by midnight. Let's move out!"
(Moving to "A Chance in Hell")
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