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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Mar 10, 2010 22:12:37 GMT -6
Kelvin dashed after Chelsea, taking his lance from Kashmir as he passed the horse. Kelvin dashed into the room, and was almost hit by an oncoming fireball. "Holy..." Kelvin said as he was unable to finish his sentence as he quickly dodged another ball of fire. Kelvin moved himself in front of Chelsea so he could protect her from any direct attacks. One mage came a little to close to Kelvin, muttering some incantation. Kelvin lunged forward, stabbing through the mage and then pulling back. It wasn't enough however, as the mage finished the incantation, and fire burst from his hands, hurtling towards Kelvin. The fire struck him right in the chest, knocking him back, and hurting him. Who knew magic would hurt so bad? Kelvin fought past the pain and lunged again, stabbing again through the mage. The cavalier ripped the lance out and the mage dropped like a rock.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Mar 10, 2010 22:29:54 GMT -6
Chelsea picked out a mage standing towards the back, book open and chanting something. As the mage raised his hand, a bolt of lightning went flying and just missed Kelvin. Narrowing her eyes, the archer drew back her arrow and aimed. She let it fly and the projectile found its mark in the mage's chest. She smirked but the mage didn't go down. As it turned towards her and started to chant again, she quickly pulled out another arrow and fired. This time, the arrow hit the mage in the throat, killing his spell before it could be finished. Even across the room Chelsea could hear that awful sound. The mage fell to the ground, clutching his throat. That noise... blood gurgling in his throat. It was the most awful thing she'd ever heard and she knew right there that she'd never forget this. She had killed a man. Granted, she knew this would have happened eventually. But... She wasn't ready for it. Her eyes widened as that sound filled her ears. She couldn't focus on anything else. It was only when a second bolt of lightning nearly hit her that she snapped out of it and pulled out another arrow and readied it.
But she couldn't bring herself to fire again.
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Post by Valcrist on Mar 10, 2010 22:51:29 GMT -6
It was Chelsea and Kelvin! They had rode in together.... There was no hiding from them it seems. Now wasn't the time to have a little fit of inner monologue though, there were enemies everywhere! His eyes darted around as he saw a mage coming out of the bookcase avalanche, and a firespell aimed right at Valcrist's head! He ducked under the spell and it hit the stone wall behind him, leaving a sizable scorch mark.
He rushed as quickly as he could, Fang gripped tightly in his hand, and he brought it up violently, striking the mage hard in the arm. He dropped his spell book and screeched out in pain, and Valcrist lifted his sword above his head, looking down at the mage.
...He froze there. Sword above his head, ready to crash down.
He couldn't do it... he just... he just couldn't do it. He looked at the mage, his eyes begging for mercy. The injured fighter scrambled the floor to try and reach his spell book, frightened for his life. The sword in his hands felt... so heavy. The mage stared straight into the man's eyes, the man who held his life in his hands. Finally he was able to grab his tome off the floor with his good hand.
A close range firespell from a mage desperate to live. It collided and exploded right in Valcrist's face and he fell to the ground, his clothes singed and him gasping for air. The mage ran for it, using this as a chance to escape, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
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Captain Mikar
The "Before" years
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"Meh I like floors"
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Post by Captain Mikar on Mar 10, 2010 23:32:19 GMT -6
Mikar heard the crash and grabbed Lawrence by the arm and ran. He drew his axe as he was sprinting full speed towards who knows what. As Mikar got to the scene he saw about everyone from the group there fighting mages. Mikar spotted one that he saw in the window.
Mikar continued to run full speed with his axe in the air. Mikar smashed through the window causing glass to go everywhere and drove his axe through the mage's head. The mage fell to the ground in a bloody mess. Mikar pulled his axe out of the mage's head as a fireball came flying towards him. He was pushed out of the way by something. And that something was his friend Lawrence who had decided to use the correct entrance. Mikar stood up and nodded at the pirate as they both went charging towards a mage, axes held high.
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Harlow Rysche
Archer
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Post by Harlow Rysche on Mar 11, 2010 1:31:57 GMT -6
Suddenly everone was running - what was going on? Harlow didn't know, but he quickly grabbed his bow and charged after Mikar and the others. He arrived at the mage school just in time to see the big pirate crash through a window and axe a mage in the head. And there were Lady Lucy and the others, fighting a desperate battle against an entire group of magic wielders. Fireballs and lightning bolts were flying everywhere, and a bolt charged out the window and at Harlow, having missed its intended target. In one fluid motion he ducked - just in the nick of time - and drew an arrow out of his quiver, quickly notching it and looking for a target. He still wasn't sure just what was going on, but he was used to having to adjust quickly to new situations and jump into combat without warning. And those were his friends in there, so it was time for action.
He had to admire the bravado of the Pirate King (he'd call Mikar that from now on) crashing through the window like that, but this was a time to play things smart. Magic was no joke; Harlow had taken a bolt or two to the chest in his time, and it left the body tingling for hours, even days if the mage was strong enough. He was able to distinguish between friend and foe from out here, looking in through the windows. Let's see how they do when they can't see their opponent, he thought smugly.
There! A powerful looking shaman was just preparing to cast a dark spell. Harlow pulled back the arrow and carefully looked down the shaft to see it was lined up perfectly. Other archers tended to fire hastily, which was just fine if they were impeccably accurate or at close range, but Harlow liked to take his time, and he was a good distance away. But just as he was preparing to loose the arrow, Lady Lucy had stepped in the way to counter the shaman herself. Dammit! Too slow! Sometimes slow and sure had it's drawbacks.
Harlow quickly acquired another target - a young mage this time - and let fly his arrow, which by now was practically crying out for release after waiting so patiently. He lingered just long enough to see it crash through the glass and hit the man in the chest, then he darted off to get out of sight, to a different window where hopefully nobody would be looking for the owner of that arrow. He didn't see it, but he knew that by now the mage was on his knees or lying on the floor, clutching at his chest and writhing in agony. It was a shame having to kill such a young mage without even knowing why he fought. Harlow respected magic users and the countless hours of study and perseverance that went into wielding it. He always regretted having to snuff all that effort out like a candle. But it had to be done. Time to find a new target.
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
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Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Mar 11, 2010 11:44:40 GMT -6
As soon as the fireballs started to fly, Saffra was nowhere to be seen. She hid in one of the alcoves that the wall had made with its pillars, little niches cut out into the wall. From there, she watched, and observed the battle. To say she was afraid would be correct, but she had no weapon of her own really, what could she do in this situation? In this form, she could be killed just as easily as anyone else here, and the roof was too low, and the room too narrow to allow her movement as a dragon.
It was originally just a few of them, Gabriel, Wyatt, Lucy and Valcrist with some other soldiers, but now, people just seemed to appear. She had never though of seeing Chelsea and Kelvin here...with some archer she had never seen before. With a small sigh, she picked herself up from her huddled position, and was just about to step out into the fray, when a ball of fire went flying by. The flames were so close she could feel the heat from that split second still on her face.
Touching her cheek, she shook a bit nervously, and then peer out at the mages, monks and shamans. Why had so many assembled here? She understood that this was an academy? But why would it's near entire population, as it looked, be here fighting them, following some ambitious goal of another man?
Clasping her hand around her dragonstone, she felt it's warm energies flowing into her body, and sighed happily at the familiar embrace of something she knew. She moved almost leisurely at her own pace. She seemed harmless enough, until one cleric took it on himself to through a ball of light energy at her. Quickly, she moved now as it impacted on the wall with a small explosion, taking out the column. hr attention went immediately to that one, and while he was preparing for his next spell, Saffra increased her speed as sh ran, and then caught the man by the throat with those slender fingers.
There was a look of confusion on his face as he was skeptical of what she may be doing. With a small, pleasant smile, which turned dark soon after, she drew in heavily of her dragonstone and lifted him up with ease and tossed him like a puppet against a wall just behind the rest of the other mages.
"Humans are so reckless with magic..."
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Mar 11, 2010 21:25:31 GMT -6
Kelvin wheeled around, and noticed a mage who had his back to Kelvin. Kelvin lunged, stabbing through the mage's back, catching him off guard. Kelvin pulled his lance out and the mage stumbled and fell to the ground. The cavalier drove his lance through the mage's stomach, killing him. Kelvin doubled back to protect Chelsea, but a dark circle formed at his feet, and before he knew it, the dark magic pounded him, knocking him to the ground. Kelvin had to admit, he was in a lot of pain. Who knew magic users were so powerful?
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Mar 11, 2010 21:54:41 GMT -6
Chelsea finally got a hold of herself and released her arrow. It struck the shaman who had just attacked Kelvin right between the eyes. As the magic user fell, she hurried over to Kelvin. "Kelvin! Are you alright?" Without waiting for an answer, she helped the cavalier back onto his feet. "Be more careful! You can't get hurt! I don't know what I'd do if you were..." She gave smile a soft smile.
As she said that, she saw a bright flash. Before she could realized what happened, a fireball struck her in the chest. Her eyes widened and all she could say was "Oh!" The force of the hit threw her back into the pillar that had just broken behind Saffra and she was knocked unconscious.
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Post by Valcrist on Mar 11, 2010 22:02:16 GMT -6
No... Keep... keep fighting. You gotta... you gotta keep fighting Val. Going to sleep... that... that's the easy thing to do. No, keep fighting! Get up, I gotta get up! His body laid on the floor, weak and out of energy. That last attack... it hit hard. He wasn't too sturdy of a fighter to begin with, and after something like that... he's lucky he's still conscious. Despite everything in his body yelling at him to just lay down and sleep, he pushed himself right to that breaking point. He pushed the ground hard to get himself off of it and just stared at the stone beneath him as his arms supported his body. Breathing heavily, he managed to get to his knees, feeling for his sword on the ground around him. After finding it, his stuck it down to the ground like a walking stick and used it to pull his entire body off of the ground.
Finally back on two feet, he wobbled for a moment, holding his sword with both hand and the tip of the blade resting on the floor.
"Lulu oh lulu, how I don't want to hurt you. Oh who am I kidding, I've been looking forward to this for years!" Chester cackled and laughed psychotically as he held a large sphere of flame in his hands. He hurled it in a volley, it rising into the air and crashing down onto right onto where Lucy had been standing.
She had moved out of the way just before it crashed, thanking he lucky stars she saw it coming while Chester was busy taunting. Still it wasn't enough, the large column of flame that erupted still caught in the blast, and now she was housing a particularly nasty burn on her arm. Then she noticed something, a blue figure struggling to stand. It was that one blacksmith kid, and she felt slightly guilty for dragging him into all of this. It was obvious he was still a novice, and now he was badly hurt. Reaching for her staff, she raised it to heal the boy's injuries.
A soothing blue light washed over Valcrist, he found it easier to breath, easier to move, his pains fading away. He looked to see his savior, and it was Lady Lucy with her staff. "Thank you." He said with a nod, and held his sword to fight some more. But what she said next caught him off guard.
"Run Valcrist, get out of here. You're slowing us down. This isn't a battle we can babysit in." Her voice was harsh to mask the care she had. She wouldn't go back to Rayl and tell him how people died under her command. She couldn't.
"But-" He began before she turned away. This wasn't the time for an argument. She went off, back to dueling Chester, to keep him off of the less experienced units. Mages they could handle, but a sage was a different story. Even if they beat him, it wouldn't be without casualties.
He had to decide. To listen and flee, or stay and fight. Twice he had to be saved in this battle, and only he had yet to take out any foes...
Then his decision was made for him. He saw Chelsea attacked, savagely, her body colliding with the pillar and her going out like a candle. He hurried over to her body and tried to shake her awake. "Chelsea! Chelsea!!" She was alive, but hurt. He pulled out his vulnerary salve and applied it to the burn, but feared it wouldn't be enough. Bending down he hoisted her body up by her arm. "Kelvin, I'll get Chelsea out of here! You help lady Lucy!"
Supporting most of Chelsea's body weight, he ignored the strain it put of his muscles as he made way to the door to get them both out of there.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
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Post by Yaen on Mar 11, 2010 22:08:29 GMT -6
Yaen never liked large cities. It was probably because he was Sacaen. He preferred a little village over a large city, and an open plain over a little village. Of course, cities weren't all that bad. While they were crowded, noisy, and filled with questionable smells, they had some perks. Such as the assortment of foods they had. In fact, at this very moment, the Sacaen swordsman was munching happily on a buttered roll, warm from the oven, he had purchased from a nearby bakery. Yes, things were fairly pleasant right now.
Then the fighting broke out.
The roll fell to the ground as Yaen drew his right-hand sword, the iron one, out of sheer reflex. "By Father Sky, what's going on!?" He wondered alloud. The fighting was coming from one particularly unique building. He spied a blue figure that seemed vaguely familiar running from the building, carrying something...The Sacaen woman from before! "Hold!" He called, approaching the boy. "Whats going on!?" he demanded.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
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Post by Wyatt on Mar 11, 2010 22:17:42 GMT -6
Wyatt saw, through the chaos, the insanity that was being caused by this fight. He himself was engaged with a young mage, probably younger them himself, when he saw the Sacaen girl go down. He gritted his teeth and flipped his axe in his hands, swinging it at the boys neck.
The back of the sturdy iron axe hit his collar bone with a crack, and he crumpled. Wyatt looked over the boy for a second, so young...
"You'll have a headache, but at least you might live to see twenty..." He muttered, turning his attention to the man whom appeared to be the leader, he certainly talked enough...Wyatt took a deep breath, so far he was unscathed in this fight...so he was the best qualified to do this. He was also a bit sturdier then the rest of the group, except maybe Kelvin, but he'd seen better days.
So without pausing for more then a second Wyatt dropped his axe and pulled out his maul, and charged the sage.
Chester, for his point, saw the smith coming and began his chant, throwing a glowing ball of fire at him. He knew that the boy would have to divert his course or get burned alive. What he failed to appreciate though, was the resistance this boy had to fire, after being burned by the forge more times then he could count. Indeed the fireball enveloped him, burned and scorched his flesh, made him shout out loud in pain, but he pressed through, and with a leap, went to bring his hammer down on the sage's skull.
To spite his surprise, Chester scampered out of the way of the falling mallet with a scream. It struck the ground with such force that it knocked the sage off of his feet, and sent piece of marble flying about, as well as kicking up another cloud of dust.
Wyatt looked up through gritted teeth, his clothing and flesh scarred and burnt.
"Damn...I...missed." His muscles couldn't even lift the maul for another strike.
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Post by Valcrist on Mar 11, 2010 22:27:14 GMT -6
"It's chaos. An ambush of mages set out to kill Lady Lucy, something about Laus being on top of Lycia or something. I couldn't follow, but it's chaos. Magic's flying everywhere, we barely got out alive." He said to the myrmidon holding the iron sword. Valcrist was tired, but doing much better because of Lucy's magic. The adrenaline was kicking right now, and he was heaving Chelsea out of the deathtrap.
"You should help her, we... we didn't stand a chance." He said as he continued to carry Chelsea out of the mage pit, intent on bringing her to a doctor, or a healer or.. or... something! Anything!
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Harlow Rysche
Archer
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Posts: 42
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Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Empfindsam
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Post by Harlow Rysche on Mar 11, 2010 22:50:28 GMT -6
So far, nobody had noticed the green-clad archer firing in from the windows. But Harlow knew it was only a matter of time before he'd be spotted. Still, he was doing more good out here than he would be doing inside, where he would be too close to the action for his tastes. He peered in another window and saw a mage running for the exit - it looked like he'd just blasted Valcrist with a fireball and was trying to escape. Harlow considered taking him out for a moment, but decided against it - he was no ruthless killer, and he knew from experience that sometimes poor fools got involved in fights they had no desire to be a part of. As the mage fled from the building, Harlow ducked behind the nearest cover, which happened to be a well. As he was hiding, he double-checked his bowstring to make sure it was fine, and notched another arrow.
He quickly stood back up and viewed the carnage that was going on inside the school. It looked like one of his allies, a young axefighter with red hair who Harlow hadn't met yet, had taken a pretty bad blast of fire but had succeeded in knocking his attacker down on the ground. This was as good a chance as any. Harlow took aim quickly (more quickly than he liked) and fired at the fallen sage, aiming for the head. Unfortunately, he'd been too hasty, and only succeeded in striking the villian in the side, under the arm. A painful wound, but one that wouldn't slow the fiend down if there was a healer nearby.
Blast! I've got to get better at aiming faster! Or maybe I just need to learn to pick my shots better. I hope he doesn't realize where that shot came from...
Harlow ducked so that just his head was visible over the well, allowing him to see through the window. It looked like the sage was getting back on his feet. Maybe he could get another shot in... Out of the corner of his eye he saw Chelsea helping Kelvin up to his feet after felling a shaman. Right between the eyes! Nice shot! She's got potential, that's for sure... As he thought this, he saw a mage take aim at her. His eyes widened and he tried to ready another arrow, but it was too late. He cast the spell and Chelsea crumpled to the ground. Dammit! What's she doing, charging in to the middle of the fray like that? That's not how an archer should fight... and why'd she take her eyes off of the enemy? Why wasn't she paying more attention to her surroundings? He'd have to talk to her about that later... But for now, he'd take out the mage responsible for that attack. He looked down the shaft of his arrow followed the rogue with with the point, finally letting it loose and watching as it struck the mage in the heart. Ha ha! That'll teach you to hurt my friends!
No sooner had Harlow thought this when he felt a sudden agonizing pain scald him from behind. He fell to one knee and clutched his chest, his heart beating rapidly, as he tried to figure out what had happened. He whirled around and came face to face with a mage... not just any mage, but that mage from before, who he'd let escape! He must have gathered his resolve and come back to redeem himself. "Gah... had to... be a hero, huh?" He gasped at the boy, who was already preparing another fireball. "Not if I can help it!" As the flames shot out toward Harlow, he rolled around to the other side of the well, while trying to figure out a way to strike back in spite of his wounds.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
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Post by Yaen on Mar 11, 2010 22:50:49 GMT -6
"Thats what I intend to do." Was Yaen's calm reply. Unsheathing his left hand sword, the Sacaen stepped forward, kicking the door in. What he saw was chaos. Fire everywhere. The floor painted red with blood. The myrmidons eyes set on Wyatt, and then to the man he had tried to strike. Judging from his clothing, he was the one in charge. It was also evident that he was going to have to fight his way to the man.
Steeling himself, Yaen started at a dash towards the first mage he could reach. He couldn't tell anything about the mage, his targets back to him. And after he had ran the mage through, after he kicked the corpse off his sword, he wasn't sure he could look. There were youths in here, boys Wyatt and Selks ages. He didn't want to know. He didn't know if he could stomache it.
There was no time for thought, however. That attack had caught the attention of another mage, a middle aged man. Eyes met, and for a brief instance, there was a pause. Then, the mage rose his hand, chanted something that sounded like gibberish to the swordsman, and shot bolts of lightning towards him. Yaen kicked off his heels, practically twirling around the bolt. Still, he felt shivers up his spine. That was close. Too close. And he had to cover some distance between himself and this mage.
Not skipping a beat, Yaen landed on both feet and took off towards the mage, who was currently chanting again. The myrmidon steered to the right, this time actually feeling the static from the bolt. The mage was getting closer. The chanting began again, the mage confident that this time he would get his target. And he would have, too, were it not for the sword cutting into his knee. As he stumbled, another blade came up to meet him, cleaving into his face, leaving a horrid gash. Bringing the first blade up again, Yaen thrust it into the poor mans neck, hastily pulling it out. He didn't even have time to clean the gore from his sword as he continued running towards his mark.
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Saffra
Dragon
The Winged Girl
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Profession: Ill Omen
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Ice
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Post by Saffra on Mar 11, 2010 22:56:31 GMT -6
Saffra really wasn't so good fighting with her hands as she was with clawed hands of a dragon. These fights were always at a disadvantage for her. So what if she could draw strength from her dragonstone, if she couldn't even direct her fists properly. With a small grunt, she held back for the time being. She had dispatched one monk already, tossing him as if some piece of trash. So much magic being tossed about almost infuriated her, it was so reckless...
Taking her time to hide, she looked back at her companions, seeing that Chelsea was unconscious, with a few children standing over her, and the one boy who had felt fear of her, the one with the axe and hammer...Wyatt, yes, his name was Wyatt, such a pleasing sounding name. Watching him take on the sage, her eyes went wide as she saw him enveloped in fire, and so, she bound out after him.
As he stood there with his hammer in the ground, a man clothed in dark black began conjuring up a ball of black in colour, a shaman by looks and of attack. His attack had charged, but as he went to unleash it upon the fighter, Saffra sprang at his side and promptly backhanded him across the face, and sent the man as if she threw him a few paces, and allowed him to roll down some steps.
Looking to Wyatt, she gave a sympathetic look, and took his hammer in hand, to raise it up, wondering why he hadn't done so in the first place.
"Poor child...come...those wounds are not becoming of someone so young in his life...you must get healed..."
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