Rein
The "Before" years
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Post by Rein on Jul 31, 2010 7:55:52 GMT -6
Rein followed Marcus running, he believed the dragon knew how to reach the exit. When they arrived in their destination, he saw fire everywhere and soldiers fighting in the wall. He looked forward. "So he is Ariston." He whispered to Marcus. The myrmidon unsheathed his sword and started walking forward, his eyes focused to the enemy. "Hey dragon-guy, it seems you have something to do with that bastard over there." He pointed his sword to Ariston. "You can have him. I and the thief-boy will take care that two soldiers."
The soldiers charged towards them, holding their lance. It was not easy to fight a lance in a wide place like this, the lance had more range than a sword. He barely dodged a lance by a hair-width. He quickly grabbed the guard's shoulder and slammed him against the wall, he looked to his companions. "Go now! Dragon-guy!"
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Jul 31, 2010 11:49:47 GMT -6
Guinevere was hard as work with getting the gate up when Officer Feldsky appeared and started to help. With her well-timed help, the pair was able to slowly but surely raise the gate. The blonde-haired soldier put all the force she could into getting the gate opened. She knew they'd have a much better chance here with Rayl and his riders with them. Sooner than she would have on her own, they got the gate fully open "Sir Rayl! Now!" She shouted out into the night before turning to Clair with a little bow. "Thank you Officer Feldsky. It would have taken a lot longer without you. If you'll excuse me, I have a fight to get back to." She gave a little grin then started off. That archer was in trouble.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Aug 1, 2010 14:23:38 GMT -6
Tuatara ran after Marcus and Rein. "Wait for me, wing-man and sword boy," he called out, running after them through a castle that had taken him several hours to traverse. He came around and found Rein offering his and Tuatara's services to take on some guards. "Of course we will." He rushed the soldiers with Rein, dropping and letting his momentum skid him under ones legs. He gave a kick to the back of the man's knee while he passed. As Tuatara rolled to his feet, he drew his sword and charged the soldier, who was down on one knee and trying to get to his feet. The man received Tuatara's sword hilt to the back of the head as Tuatara jumped on his back. Where's Aeros? he wondered, scouring the battlefield quickly. His eyes cam to rest on his friend, now in his dragon form, which was the size of a small war horse. "Aeros! We're gonna need help over here!" OoC: I don't even know if some of these sentences are legal in the English language
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Post by Rayl Torien on Aug 1, 2010 17:47:09 GMT -6
Rayl had his horsemen surround the castle as instructed, out of arrow range, but certainly capable of blocking any attempting escapees. He himself lead the larger mass of horsemen, Drawing his sword above his head. The riders watched him with a sense of awe and respect, their fears of death seeming to be pushed back in their minds: they still thought of it, but were ready to charge.
So naturally once the gates were swung open, The Paladin pointed his sword forward, and the riders rushed through the main entrance. If the soldiers over the wall and the dragon weren't enough to lower the morale of the illed enemy, a group of horsemen brought it to rock bottom. Blowing past Clair and Guinevere, Rayl swung blade to left and right, dispatching two weak soldiers. There was guilt in the back of his mind for how their victory was being achieved, but he'd have to put that aside.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 3, 2010 20:35:20 GMT -6
Clair was relieved when the gate finally opened but didn'tallow herself time to stop and rest. Rest, in the middle of a battlefield, was foolish. Even rest sheltering with one's back to the wall was foolish in this kind of place. She quickly moved away from the gate, fighting to get back to the top of the walls. Her lance carved through the opposition in short thrusts, with a slash added as she pulled her weapon back. The length assisted in negating the uphill advantage of her enemies, but she still took the odd blow; she still had to sidestep falling soldiers, and retreat a step now and then. Once Rayl's horsemen arrived some of them were able to assist her in finally achieving the top. She was near a ladder. Allies had managed to secure the area, and were massing enough troops to push in and take this section of the walls. The sickened defenders, as if realizing their danger, were rallying in a desperate attempt to hold back Richter, and Rayl's troops. It wasn't working very well. As Clair slipped in to help, she noticed her Commander across the way, fighting a vicious duel with a skilled soldier. She couldn't see everything that was going on though.... - - - - - - - [as Ariston] High Commander Ariston, of the Inquisitorial Army looked around quickly, from the top of his horse. There wasn't much to salvage here. Only a very few of his soldiers were fighting effectively: his personal guard, his High Officers, and a few of their assistants. How could things have come to this? We are loyal, and we fight for the truth in his Holiness, the Prophet. Thinking these things helped to reassure Ariston. No matter what happened here, as long as they were faithful, things would work out for the best. Despite his stabilized confidence, things were not looking good for him now. His walls were falling, the gate had fallen, and now he saw that Sir Rayl the Wicked was leading his horses into the fortress. Abandoning the ground, he dismounted and climbed to the top of the wall. To his dismay, he found that his dragon was free of it's cage. The High Commander still had the creature's Dragon Stone though, and that gave him the advantage. At the same time, the scum commander, Richter was finishing off one of his loyal Officers. It was final now. The loathe Ex-High Officer was no longer merely scum. Now he, Like Sir Rayl, had become a face for all things evil. He was a demon, leading all who would follow down the dark path of resistance. Why wouldn't they see that the Prophet's way was the true path? "Ah... So I see the two beasts have decided to challenge me at once. The Beast of Coruption, and the Beast of the Flesh." Ariston said scooping up a sword and speaking of Richter and Marcus in turn. His face was filled with the hatred of one who would utterly destroy his foes, given the chance. He took a stance, facing mostly towards Richter, his own Silver Sword shining, aimed at the former high officer's heart, and his lesser sword, picked off a faithful servant of the Prophet held in the left hand, angled back, in the general direction of the dragon. "I at least had the hopes that I might save you, Dragon, but you, Richter, are beyond redemption. Your followers are the ignorant, and those too weak to stay the Great Prophet's holy path." He spit the words out, venom lacing every syllable of his speech. "Lay down your sword, and accept the punishment for resisting the divine!" This was no average swordsman. The High Commander moved with the grace of a panther, seeking to find a position that allowed him to face his enemies at once, searching for a place that granted steady, sure footing for the battle. Though the Dragon's bone knife was a laughable weapon against his brilliant white armor, and sharpened steel, he couldn't afford to give any opportunity, until he was ready to battle.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 5, 2010 14:13:09 GMT -6
Richter gazed back at Ariston, his emerald eyes burning as they beheld the High Commander. Now that rebel commander stood before the great general of Etruria on the field of battle, he couldn't help but let his confidence waver slightly. This was no ordinary officer. The Prophet didn't let weak men command his armies. No, in fact, Ariston would probably be the greatest fighter Richter would face to this day.
The pink haired commander brandished his blood-soaked blade, slowly circling around his opponent. He noticed Marcus behind Ariston, two soldiers standing between the High Commander and the dragonkin. While the pathetic weapon Marcus wielded was but a toothpick against Ariston's armor and skill, he was still a factor. Everything was a factor.
"I may be a beast, but even a beast can be a force for what is right," spat Richter, his anger rising as he stared down the Etrurian general. "A monster on the other hand, especially a deluded self-righteous one, has no place in this world. It's men like you that cause the weak to suffer. Your strength goes unchecked and unchallenged, and all that power goes to your head, and you begin to believe yourself some kind of god." Richter crouched slightly, his stance becoming more rigid and more feral as he continued to circle the High Commander, looking for an opening like a hungry wolf standing down its prey. This time, however, the wolf was hunting a lion. If Richter was to become a lion as well, he would have to overcome this terrible foe.
"I don't know what sort of "divine" power you serve, but I want no part of it, and the men who follow me don't need your redemption. Whatever heaven the Prophet promises his followers, I can only consider to be a disgusting hell! I do not consider your butchery that of a Saint." Richter took a step back, his stance becoming perpendicular to Ariston's, and he held out his sword in front of him. His voice grew calmer, but it could still be heard over the din of battle. "Isn't it ironic that the armor and sword once wielded by a loyal follower of the Prophet will be the very weapons used to kill his greatest general? This sword was meant for one purpose, and one purpose only: to cut out your black stone heart."
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Aug 6, 2010 21:09:01 GMT -6
Tuatara turned back to see Marcus and Richter squaring off with Ariston. His eyes immediately went to the pouch on Ariston's belt. Got to get the dragonstone, he thought, sneak to a position behind Ariston.
Sword in hand, Tuatara dashed silently toward Ariston. He sliced at the bag, cutting it off, his sword bouncing off the white armor. Got t'cha, he thought as the pouch fell into his hand. He rolled away from Ariston, being careful not to drop the dragonstone.
OoC: Sorry it's so short, I was starting to post and then my dad said it was time to go.
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Rein
The "Before" years
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Post by Rein on Aug 7, 2010 6:44:30 GMT -6
Rein leaned against the wall, he decided to just watch them fighting because he didn't know which one his allies or enemies. He looked around the battlefield, it seemed the winner had been decided. The gate had opened and the horsemen swarmed the fort like ant, Ariston's force wouldn't hold much longer.
Rein heard footsteps below the stairs, then he saw three soldiers climbed the stairs. He knew them, they were the one who captured him this morning, the warden. "Well, I think I still have something to do here." He smirked and then stood in the middle of the stairs, gripped his sword hilt tightly.
"Hey,you are..."
The warden never finished his words because Rein kicked his face very hard. "Party time." Rein leaped toward the other two with a scary smile on his face.
OoC : I don't know what to do, so I will "have fun" with Ariston's soldiers.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Aug 7, 2010 21:27:17 GMT -6
Guinevere watched as Rayl flew by and started to fight. Just something about him being here revamped her energy. Ignoring the arrow in her leg, she charged off into the fray. She dodged a few weak attacks when she noticed the archer from earlier. Her eyes narrowed and she charged headlong at him. Before he had much chance to react, she got on one knee and impaled him on her lance. "That's what you get for shooting me."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 7, 2010 21:54:02 GMT -6
Clair saw that may of the doors were closed off to the upper level of the walls, and the thought hit her, that there were probably still more soldiers inside the fortifications. Perhaps not many. Most had likely decided to fight on the outside, but it was probable that a few had decided to group up inside. "Hey, soldiers! With me!" She shouted to the cluster around her. Those who turned and looked saluted and snapped a " Yes, Officer Feldsky." It probably wasn't out of true respect, though she'd not made a bad impression on them either. The enthusiasm mostly came from being soldiers. Soldiers who wanted to be led to war. Around five or so of the nearest fighters joined her, one being another spearman, and the rest, sword fighters. That was good, as spears could prove cumbersome indoors. They pushed in through one of the doors, and immediately began heading down stairs. The formation two swordsman in front, for quick reaction. Clair and the other spearman came next, ready to attack from range at any opponents who engaged the group. Last came the last two swordsmen, playing rearguard. After reaching ground level, they came to their first corner, and were met by a pair of enemy swords coming from the sides. Clair's allies in front were barely able to get their guard up in time, but quickly gave wounding counter strokes to the men. Clair's blow landed later only because she'd had to get around her lead soldiers, pinning the enemy to the wall with a fierce stomach blow. The other spearman hit his target a moment later. "Ok Soldier?" She touched the soldier on the arm, as he gave a sheepish nod. " I'm fine, Maam." "Good. Then get back up there, and get that guard up! If these soldiers weren't weak already, you could have lost your life!" He turned back to his task, chastened somewhat for allowing himself to lose focus. He'd fix that issue, or he wouldn't be around on the front long. War didn't favor the lax. - - - - - [Ariston] OoC: I think it's about time Marcus got his stone back, so I suppose I'll play along. Tut was hurried, so it's easy to make the mistake, but Tut? Who told your thief that Ariston kept the Dragon stone in a pouch? I'm not even sure where it's kept. lol IC: "Self righteous...." Ariston's face twisted into an odd shape. it seemed to be filled with both anger sadness at once. "Your arrogance is unmatched. Is it not you, Richter, who has decided that you are better than an entire faith, who has decided to become judge, jury, and executioner of the Church of Elimine? Are you so sure of yourself that you will sacrifice the lives of the faithful? Hm?... You are weak Richter. That is why you fear and resist the great Prophet's path, and the only way to show you your error is through suffering." Ariston frowned at Richter's taunt. "That sword and armor is an abomination. It will be unmade soon after I've dealt with you!" At that moment, there was a resounding clank as some orange haired boy bounced his sword off the High Commander's armor. He was obviously angered at the strike, but more alarming was that he saw the thief had managed to cut away the pouch with the Dragon stone in it. Ariston roared in fury, turning his indignation on the boy. "You! You came with the Cleric!" Pursuing the vile little wretch, Ariston swung one of his swords out with the strength and prowess that years of practice brings. This pup would not escape Ariston's vengeance. He felt the swing connect with something as he began the dance of the sword.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 7, 2010 22:35:17 GMT -6
Richter's eyes widened as he noticed Tuatara steal a pouch right off of Ariston's belt. Was that...? The dragonstone! It must be. Nothing else could possibly distract Ariston from his opponent so. Richter lunged forward. This was his opening.
At this point, the rebel commander cared not for the thief's fate. This was war. If he died, in his attempt to loot the High Commander, so be it. At the very least he'd serve the purpose of giving Richter his opening. All that mattered now was that the Prophet's ambitions through Ariston were stopped here. He fought not against Ariston's faith, but his deeds. But the time for words was over. Richter's sword would communicate the rest of his message.
The only noise that escaped Richter's lips as he charged Ariston was a small grunt. The pink haired swordsman was already worn down from fighting that High Officer and Ariston was at the top of his game. The rebel commander needed every chance he could get.
With every thud of his boots in the bloodstained dirt, with every gasp of air from dying men, and with every millisecond that passed, Richter's window to strike grew smaller and smaller. Time seemed to slow and the reality around him seemed to disappear as all of Richter's focus narrowed in on his target. With a cry, the ex-mercenary's sword shot out to his side, and with all the strength he could muster he swung the sharpened steel at Ariston.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 8, 2010 17:33:43 GMT -6
www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=i6yLoUNzqmQ&feature=related[Ariston] As his swordswing struck, he realized that Richter was going to take advantage of this distraction. There wasn't time to even look, so he simply brought his other sword up, getting in the way. There was a resounding crash as the blades made contact. The Rebel Officer's strike was strong enough however to drive through the block. Only the armor saved Ariston from a potentially deadly wound. As it was, it unbalanced him, and left a large scrape on his glistening armor's white surface. Expertly stepping to the side of this mad rush, the High Commander of the Inquisitorial Army used the sword he'd partially blocked with to come into contact with the Richter's sword. He attempted to keep Richter's weapon under control at a high position, while throwing a low sweeping stroke with the sword he'd used on the foolish thief. It was time that he finished this. Ariston relished this battle. It was a chance to demonstrate his own superiority against his enemies, and by his strength, it could be guessed that he intended to demonstrate just how far below him this betrayer was. - - - - - [Clair] Clair, and her small band of soldiers continued to press through the fortress. They eventually began to wander into an area which seemed to be used as a prison, and she decided to investigate for any prisoners while continuing the search for foes. She noted that the halls in this region seemed unusually large compare to the rest of the fort. They made their way through, finding a few sick soldiers as they went. Eventually though, they reached a large room. The back was separated from the main part of the room by a series of solid bars reaching from floor to ceiling. To one side, there was a large pair of heavy wooden doors with several bars holding them closed. Actually no, it looked as though someone had removed some of the heavy beams and placed them in a damaged portion of the room. It looked like they were trying to keep a section of the wall near the wooden doors from collapsing by using the bars as support beams. This was only the rooms appearance though. In the back of the room, inside the prison cell was a large cluster of children. They appeared Sacaen, and looked at first glance to be fairly underfed. They were clustering in the back of the cell, trying to keep as far away from their four captors as they could. The four enemy soldiers looked alarmed at being discovered. They looked like they were going to try to say something, but it was too late. The soldiers and Clair fell on them swiftly. It wasn't long before it was over. This left the Assistant Officer with a bit of an issue. What was she to do with fifteen to thirty scared sacaen children, in the middle of a battle. "You two." She said, pointing to the spearman and a swordsman. "Go stand in the hall, and keep watch." They hurried off as she knelt by the cell door, opening it. She'd already snatched the keys from a pool of blood left by some of the dead enemies. She tried to speak as reassuringly as she could while she walked in, though a spearwoman covered in the blood of freshly killed enemies was probably not much better than saying nothing. "It's ok. We're going to help you, but it's still dangerous here." Some of them looked like they wanted to believe her, but they were still scared. "You'll need to stay here till it's safe to come out." Just then, there was a reverberating growl that echoed through the room, then quiet. The effect was that Clair, and all who heard questioned whether it had been real, or if they'd made it up in their mind. The next thing they knew, there was a loud impact which occurred on the far side of the heavy double doors. "Oh! ... "Whatever was making the sound was intent on coming through the doors. They seemed to be holding, but she couldn't help recalling that there was only one wooden beam holding the doors, when there were places for three. Another thud sounded, and jarred her out of her frozen state. Quickly, she moved outside of the cell, and relocked the door before tossing the keys inside. "Form up! Swords in front! Spears close behind! Face the door." Her heart was hammering, afraid of whatever it was that could shake these great doors. "Steady and resolute." All of her small band was here with her now, but she said the words as much for herself as for the soldiers.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 8, 2010 18:17:25 GMT -6
(That music works great XD)
Richter's sword, held in both hands and forced above his head, was a bit stunned to see how quickly the High Commander reacted and parried his killing blow. The rebel commander was reaffirmed, however, by the long, deep groove in Ariston's once pristine armor. He doubted many had done that before, and he knew that, if it hadn't been for the finely crafted steel plating, Ariston would be dead right now. That would teach the bastard not to drop his guard so carelessly.
Ariston was quick to respond, however, and swung his other blade at Richter's torso. If the pink haired swordsman didn't move fast, it was over. He would not allow it to be over. The Ilian threw a swift kick to Ariston's shin while pulling his sword away from Ariston's, pushing off of the High Commander and twirling around to face him once again. The swipe left a long long groove in Richter's own black plate mail. He shot his adversary a quick, vicious grin. "Look, now we match," he said mockingly.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
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Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Aug 8, 2010 21:52:12 GMT -6
Marcus had watched as Tut had retrieved his stone from the demon, Ariston. Now, Marcus dove forward, grabbing the small satchel fron Tut's hand. Removing his dragonstone from the bag, Marcus' voice bommed in an otherworldly duo-tone, "Ariston, you demon! You enslaved me and force me to slaughter innocents! Though art a wicked fiend and shall be treated as such! You must face my true form! I am more than just Marcus Fireheart! I am Marchamut Odintounge and though shalt face my known wrath!" At that moment, Marcus released the energy in his dragonstone, and a young man became a fearsome black dragon. As this occured, a storm brewed overhead as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled across the plains. The dragon let out a loud roar that shook the castle and his black eyes focused on Ariston.
(OOC: The storm has nothing to do with Marcus, just wanted to make this even more epic)
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Aug 9, 2010 14:38:47 GMT -6
Things happened so fast. Tuatara had been over joyed that he had retrieved his new friend's dragonstone. And then came the yelling and the hurt in his side. Marcus took the stone without asking if he was ok. The world was going fuzzy.
Wh-what happened? He was having trouble thinking clearly. He looked down at his hand. Blood. He looked at his side. A blood gushing gash was there. Tuatara fell to his knees. "Aeros!! A-Aeros! H-help me!" he called out. Tears streamed down his face as he put his clean hand in his pocket and brought it out with a piece of paper clinched in it. Moments later he passed out, calling out to his dear dragon friend one more time.
OoC: Sorry bout that Clair, it wasn't in your hand and I doubt it wasn't with him, so I made something up. And I'm not planning on Tut's being dead, so if someone will heal him.
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