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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 25, 2010 12:55:29 GMT -6
Marle thought for a moment about the...proposition. Her green eyes flashed quickly over the wyvern, and then the tall man who rode him, grimacing in a way that showed slight unease...and slight enthusiasm. Reaching over her shoulder and behind her back, she grabbed for her steel lance, as well as her body sized shield. Getting used to fighting with a shield would be an interesting development, but she wasn't too b ad with it, since she already knew how to fight with a lance one-handed.
"Hmm...I don't know. I've never faced one before...would be quite a learning experiment, I'd imagine."
Smiling at Arthis, she fingered at the gold fringing on her helmet's cheek. Her eyes went to Riese, and was truly concerned about the wyvern, not for the sake of having to fight it truly, but how to combat it AND Arthis as one. She'd just have to play it by ear, more than likely.
"There's a a good sized training ground in the north wing of the castle, where the pegasus knights train. There's also grounds outside of the city where the snow is tramped down to the ground."
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Post by Arthis on Mar 25, 2010 21:27:27 GMT -6
Arthis allowed a small grin to be visible by her, as he turned to saddle his Wyvern for battle.
"We learn nothing from just practicing day in and out. Some day you may have to fight a Wyvern Knight, and there are some things that must be learned the hard way." He began the process of preparing Riese for flight. "I'll see you on the north wing then, say in about thirty minutes? He needs to stretch himself out."
He returned to strapping the saddle on, turning from her with no further words.
OOC: Fail post is fail, but I tried all day to think of a good one. =/
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 26, 2010 13:53:56 GMT -6
With a nod, Marle turned as well and strode away, along towards the north grounds. It wouldn;t be a long walk, perhaps about five to ten minutes walk, and the young knight had sent herself at a brisk pace. Looking at those who walked by her, some studying to see who exactly she was. It had been a long time it felt, since she was here, most of her time spent wandering the frozen ice-lands of Ilia from village to village. They were harder to find than most other places in the world, since there were no actual roads to connect them. There were paths, but the snow made it impossible for roads.
The chill ran through her armor, and made Marle shiver lightly. The armor could trap the cold almost better than anything else. Suddenly she was thankful for the warm furs and cloth that lined her armor and kept her warm. Steel lance thumping against the stone tiles as she worked her way through the castle until she came about to the training grounds, and at first, she met it with a grimace.
This place had been met with many conflicting emotions, mostly disappointment, as this was the place where she and Clair had bonded somewhat, but also as a place of failure to become a Pegasus Knight. Sighing, she rubbed her head, and took a seat on a bench close by. She decided to wait a little, nothing needed to be prepared for, only her thoughts. Fighting a Wyvern Knight would be...interesting...since it was like fighting against an extra person, she figured...a much bigger person.
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Post by Arthis on Mar 26, 2010 21:07:33 GMT -6
Arthis was out of the stable quickly, and in the air almost immediately. All he paused was to grab his helmet from the saddlebag and slide it on, bringing down the visor. And then up into the snowy sky. Riese roared in appreciation, glad to be out flying again, and made several dives and climbs in the open sky. Arthis was very well aware that people on the street were staring. They were used to only one kind of flying creature here.
When he was sure that Riese was fully stretched out, he started heading north towards the battleground. When it came into site, he smiles. It was rather large, open area and seemed to be built for flying drills. That would make sense, it was probably a Pegasus Knight training ground. He spied Marle and brought Reise down, landing him with a cloud of snow being kicked up by his wings.
"So then, are you prepared to battle?" Arthis made sure that Riese was calm, he didn't need him flipping out and going rogue in the middle of a spar.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 27, 2010 0:54:25 GMT -6
As Riese descended, and kicked up the cloud of powder, Marle was quick, and brought the shield down the buffet the winds and snow from blinding her vision. Once the wyvern had touched down, Marle slowly began getting to her feet, almost lazily by the way she moved. Her armor sounded as metal hit metal, almost like she were some sort of machine, and eventually stood upright, stretching her arms above her head and gave Arthis a dumb, girlish grin.
"It's hard to be prepared for a fight against something you haven't fought before. I'm as ready as I can be."
The lance spun in her hand as if for show, and then stopped suddenly, as Marle put her shield arm out front, and her lance down to her side in her common fighting style. It would be interesting...the lance's added reach would be very helpful for fighting a mounted man, but one that could fly and attack for itself would be dangerous, even in a sparring match. She had to be careful, more so than usual.
"I stand ready, show me finest, Bern's finest, sir."
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Post by Arthis on Mar 28, 2010 8:52:41 GMT -6
It was impossible to read Arthis' face from behind his closed visor, but he raised his lance over his head and grinned to himself. The time for words had passed, now they were warriors, and anything else was just posturing. At her signal to begin, he kicked Riese's sides and took off into the air, circling her once or twice while observing. It was fairly well crafted plate, it would be hard to get a clear shot on it.
And that shield of hers was going to make this difficult as well...he may have the air, but she controlled the ground.
Earth and Sky eh? The two mightiest forces in the world, time to watch them clash. And he made a quick overhead pass, before banking sharply and coming in low for a diving attack. His lance struck home, but bounced off of the armor plating. He barely dodged her lance, by a hair's breath. He was willing to bet his armor wasn't going to be as tough to pierce as hers, seeing as she also had the better weapon.
I've got to find some way to pierce that thick hide...but I can't give her time to rest and come up with a plan either.
Doubting the effectiveness of such a plan, Arthis banked and made another dive, this time aiming for the side of her chest, on her lance side.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 28, 2010 13:12:25 GMT -6
As the match began, Marle dropped her helm's visor, and was thankful that there was large enough eyeholes hat she could peak around. Sometimes these armors were blinding with very little visibility from them, but this allowed her to see a lot. As the wyvern knight came down to attack, she felt the force of his lance against her armored body, taking the hit with a certain grace, and she put a foot behind her to keep her steady as the blow glanced off.
Hefting up her shield again, she proceeded towards the Bernsman at a sort of run, and before he would take off again, she lunged out with that lance, aiming to strike him in the side, though leading with the shield as to avoid the dragon, or Arthis' counter attack. Gritting her teeth, she couldn't help but smile, her eyes alive with wonder. This fight was hard enough just trying to strike Arthis, since he could take off at will.
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Post by Arthis on Mar 31, 2010 12:59:49 GMT -6
OOC: Curse you time, my eternal enemy.
IC: Arthis felt the lance strike home again, but scoffed as it failed to piece the thick plate. He prepared to pull Riese back up, but she surprised him with a sudden burst of speed, the lance rising up to strike at his side, but it looked as if it would miss due to him trying to rise out of the way.
In a very un-knightly manner, Arthis lashed out with his greeve and kicked the tip of the lance, causing it's direction to waver away from him. He managed to pull Riese up and circled about the air pondering for a moment. His lance was useless here, but she still tried to avoid it if he came at her, which meant he could use it as a diversion. Raising it high, he lowered himself flat onto Riese's back and kicked the Wyvern sharply. Riese roared and, like a spearhead, lowered into a charge at the Knight. Arthis had his lance ready to strike, though what good it would do he had no idea. The plan was more a bull rush then anything else.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Mar 31, 2010 14:32:31 GMT -6
OoC: Hah, I know how that's getting to be myself.
Marle's eyes narrowed indetermination. She still didn't have a fool-proof plan on attacking, not that it would have carried past the initial creation. Battles were always changing, plans and strategies never held through, unless supremely lucky. Her lance being kicked up by the steel boot almost made her laugh. She did smile, and was on the brink of chortling, only because that technique was so unorthodox. She may have to incorporate that sometime.
As the Wyvern charged, Marle began backing up one step at a time, leading with her shield as well as her lance pointing straight over it. Then suddenly, with an idea, she jogged forwards, lance held firmly in her right hand, and struck up, catching Arthis' own lance with her cross-guard, and pushed the lance away from her. Once done, she made she she was inside his field of retaliation, the one drawback of using a lance for combat, and leaped at him, bringing her shield sideways, as if to clothesline him at chest level, since she couldn't jump any higher, with such a tall beast.
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Post by Arthis on Apr 9, 2010 21:38:52 GMT -6
She was going to charge him head on? Oh this was going to get messy. Arthis felt his lance get pushed away, and knew he wasn't going to get it back in time to make a worthwhile attack, so he did the only thing that made any sense at all.
He dropped it. He'd rather have it at his feet then risk it being launched away when he got hit, as he was almost certainly going to. True enough, the shield connected with a glancing hit, pushing him from his saddle. But Riese was willing to press through with his last order, and continued the charge without his rider, bowling into the knight. He snapped once or twice, not aiming to bite but instead ward off, and clawed similarly. The wyvern knew the difference between a fight and a spar, he'd been in enough of them.
Arthis reached for his lance, plucking it from the ground, and then whistled, causing Riese to back up. He wasn't going to mount him yet, not until he was sure he wouldn't be exposing himself to Marle.
"Not bad." He said, high praise indeed.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Apr 12, 2010 13:03:34 GMT -6
With Arthis 'unhorsed' in a manner of speaking, Marle braced herself for what she knew would come next. As the wyvern bowled into her, she got caught on the creature's wings, and was effectively clothes-lined as it struck her chest, and caused her to fall back, and warily roll away from the wyvern's teeth and claws. She did not want to be on the receiving end, accident or not.
Scrambling back to her feet, she hefted herself up by planting her shield tip into the ground, with the butt of her lance, and stood once more before the mounted knight, and gave a clever grin, but inclined her head to him at the complement. Spinning the lance between her fingers easily, she rolled her shoulders, and shook her arms, trying to set the armor back in it's proper positions, though the motions were totally unnecessary.
"Thank you."
Keeping her lance at her side, and her shield infront she began to shuffle in place, almost bouncing with anticipation, waiting for the man to re-mount, as she knew he would have done regardless.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 1, 2010 16:55:10 GMT -6
As Marle was going to go back on the attack, a young woman, a little younger than Marle herself, walked out onto the courtyard, and gave a salute as both their eyes connected. Waving at Arthis, she gave a small bow of her head to him, and then moved herself up towards the pegasus rider, who promptly saluted the young knight. The girl was shorter than she had thought, when Marle stood before her, taking off her helmet, and gave a relieved sigh at the fresh air. She was getting tired of smelling her own breath.
The young woman began to bite her lip, and then stood at attention a bit more so than before. For a moment, there was an odd silence as she looked down at the head-shorter girl, and so, Marle tapped her lance's butt on the ground almost impatiently and breathed a sigh as she began to speak.
"What is it, squire?"
With a squeak, the squire seemed to come alive again, like she had been In a daze, but now that her attention was grabbed, Marle wouldn't let it slip as she stared harder, impatient as she was.
"Sorry, Lance Captain, Was just....nevermind. The Knight-Commander wishes to have words, if you please would follow me?"
Not even waiting for Marle, the girl began to walk off at a steady pace, giving just enough time for Marle to yell out to Arthis.
"Sorry Arthis! We'll continue this later!"
Smirking, Marle bounded after the girl, still hefting her lance in hand, while strapping her shield to her back with the other so it wouldn't be an issue for her later. Marle had an idea what this was about, she was supposed to be training battle-ready troops a moment ago, and was possibly going to be reprimanded.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 1, 2010 19:22:02 GMT -6
After a short time of winding down familiar looking hallways, the squire motioned toward the door with a bow, and then disappeared before Marle could even raise a question. Grumbling, Marle rapped her knuckles on the heavy wooden door, and could hear a muffled voice bidding her to come in. With a deep breath, to make herself feel composed, Marle pushed the door open, and moved inside. The first thing that she noticed about the inside of the Knight-Commander's room was how warm it was, with a roaring fire, and two extra braziers off to the opposite side of the room. It was a big room, it probably needed the extra equipment.
Once inside, Marle closed the door, and popped her shield and lance against the closest wall, before moving over towards the large table in the middle of the room, where Knight-Commander Bashere, as well as two other men she had never met before standing to either side of him gave her a weighing look, almost scrutinizing of her in such heavy armor that clung.
With a soft cough from the man on Bashere's left, the Knight-Commander bobbed his head in a nod towards him, and prepared to speak once Marle had given her bow.
"Ah, Excellent. Marle Daviau, newly appointed to Lance Captain, these are Avram Morrow," Bashere moved his hand to indicate to the man on his left, "and Tai Katz." And again with a motion of his hand, Bashere moved now to the man on his right.
It was hard to tell, but Marle had a feeling, despite their appearances, that they were both Illian born, perhaps mercenaries, she didn't bother asking, there may be time for that later. Avram was a stolid man, at his side lay a wide looking sword, and on his left hand, a small circular buckler, he was easy to figure out, but the other man was different. He was garbed in a scarf and a hood that attached to his robes, but other than that, she'd have to guess him as a mage of some sort.
Having speculated, she bowed her head towards the two, but they bot kept that same flat stare directed at her, except Tai seemed to be amused by something, but that was something only he knew, by the way he wore that smug, knowledgeable grin. They looked at her a moment longer, and then turned their eyes down onto the map on the table, as did Marle , and slowly an eyebrow rose. The current map was of a outlined mountain region that spined on the border with Eturia to Sacae. On it, were several circles and she had a sudden inkling of what was going to go on.
"Alright, Marle, these two men will be your superiors in the operation. Bandits have been acting, unusual, attacking settlements and towns, but stealing nothing, just senseless violence. We've been able to, for the time being, hold them off, but holding them at bay will only do for so long, so...we're going to destroy these bandits, once and for all."
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 3, 2010 1:26:31 GMT -6
"It won't be as easy as all that..."
The heavy, bored-looking mercenary punched in as soon as Bashere had quieted, and spread his hands out over the map on the table, and began pointing at the three camps, grimacing at the distance between them. Realistically, the camps were closer than it seemed, but if one group began to falter in the attack, they wouldn't be able to receive assistance for some time from another group, Marle could see that plainly enough without it being needed to be said.
"The leader is in one of these three locations, so it's a gamble, really, on who will get him. We know next to nothing about the man, other than he uses black magic." The last was said with a small frown. There was no love lost on the "elder" magic users with him.
"Intelligence is shoddy.."
The other man, Tai, began to speak in absence of Avram's speech.
"I would prefer to have a united attack, but we can't tell where the man would be at, he does travel between the camps at random it would seem, and we've lost enough scouts trying to pin him down."
With a sigh, Tai ran a hand and rubbed the front of his distressed face. Eying Marle with a quick look, a small smile re-appeared back on his lips.
"This is a perfect opportunity to test how your being raised to Knighthood proves through your leadership ability, don't you think Lady Daviau?"
Three pairs of eyes fixed onto Marle, but met them with a lowered gaze, unsure what to say, if a response was proper, but the quiet knight gave a solemn nod of her head and chewed her lip as she reached out and tapped the far left circle on the map, expressing a determined look.
"I'll take this encampment. I know the area somewhat well."
Avram nodded, but Tai just shrugged, not really caring what was to be done. Bashere, however, delegated the other two maps to his captains, instructing that if they could, capture the shaman if possible, but death of him was also preferable as well.
"We don't know the fella's name in truth, he just goes by the name Forru. What a dumb name." Tai gave a soft scoff, quite clear in showing his displeasure.
"Enough, make ready preparations, you leave in thirty minutes. If all goes well, you should make it back by tomorrow afternoon. Good luck."
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 5, 2010 18:49:33 GMT -6
Marle was the first one to be outside of the room, with lance and shield in hand and holstered on her back. She moved briskly to reach the quartermaster for supplies. The camps in the mountains to the south weren't all that far away from Arphen, which was a slight surprise, but thankfully, made supplies for various few raiding parties light, and easy to travel.
In Marle's retinue, she would be in command of thirty-five men and women alike. This was a true test, not in just how to handle a command role, but also in preservation of life. Dieing was always regretful, but it was left to her to make it so that not many would die tomorrow. No matter how much Marle explained it to herself, it never caused her to feel more relief, it hung heavy on her shoulders.
After her stop with the quartermaster, time was growing short, and she wanted to see the people who would be under her command. Walking in the heavy armor was in times, a nuisance, but she was getting used to it's new weight more and more each day. Walking out to the assembling grounds, she could see a little more over a hundred, possibly even two. The way the men and women rustled about in the mass made it hard to take numbers.
Tai and Avram were already there, of course. Avram was suited in fine leather and mail armor, while Tai looked much the same, but carried now a staff with him. His formal robes looked much like those of a Priest's...maybe he was one...
"Ah, good, you're here.." Avram began, fixing his sword on his waist with a hand tightening the buckle of his belt. "Come on...lets get moving, while there's still daylight."
The two men rose hand and staff alike, and immediately, soldiers and mercenaries alike fell into ranks. The two began to move to the head of each, and proceeded out the gate bound southwards, leaving Marle and her company left. Grinning to the many faces looking at her, she realized something that was slightly disturbing. All the faces that looked at her seemed young, and they were. Most of these young men and women probably were as old as she, or two years younger.
Suddenly, Marle was a bit afraid, because if she failed in her task, so many young people would die..
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