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Post by Eclesias on Jan 6, 2011 14:06:25 GMT -6
"Tanks pal,i...own you one,but i don't know if i have time to pay you back for this one,because its seems those guys have made enough distraction so i can make my way out of it.See ya pal.
Running away,again,Eclesias din't wanted to stay whit his savior,owning someone could get you in trouble if you are a honorable man.Lucky for the dark haired bandit,he wasn't that type of guy,thats why he prefered to abandon Lyar there,the guards have dealt whit the majority of the bandits and the soldiers been distracted by the Saturos and Syana,let Eclesias following a path similar to the one Saturos taked.The most of them tryed to follow him on the roof of houses,Eclesias taken the chance to open a gate to the outside and slip pass. Outside of town,Eclesias was raging againts himself,everything went wrong and most of his gang died,it was useless to try and gather the rest of his former gang,that would be a waste of time. Eclesias prefer to go away and try to start new.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
Posts: 155
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Post by Lyar on Jan 8, 2011 0:11:40 GMT -6
Lyar just sort of...watched as that man took off like a fawn in a deer hunt, of course sharply looked down as there was a bright flash from that man in the cloak. Mages. Lyar wasn't a fan of them unless they were on his side, but hey: This guy apparently was on theirs? As that man ran off, Lyar made a beeline out the door, grabbing the doorknob of the fallen wooden object as he stomped on some poor bandit who was just about to get up, before charging off with one axe in hand, and the makeshift shield in the other: of course that wasn't what it was far: Lyar wouldn't be able to figure out how one could possibly use a shield for the life of him, but now wasn't the time for that.
He looked up briefly to see Syana running along a roof or something, screaming at him with a look on her face that was similar to- well, he wasn't sure what it was similar to, but his privateer buddies told him stories about women, so he could only assume it was that type of face, so instead started laughing before charging forwards anyways.
Now you see, the funny thing about Lyar is he's no strategist. While he was smarter than he typically let on, Mavick was always the master tactician, and it was with his directions (AKA constant nagging) that made them such a great team. What does this have to do with the situation? Lyar just charged the back gate of the town and knocked a guard out of the way with the door before discarding the aforementioned object and continuing up and over a hill, the men not bothering to chase after him: they still had the bandits, what were left of them, to deal with...that and did you really want to chase the giant guy with the axes when you could chase someone less...big?
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Jan 8, 2011 2:51:04 GMT -6
The flying beast slithered through the sky like a serpent after it's next meal. Moving deftly and without any unnecessary movements, an unconscious man being carted in the most ineffective way possible. It was out of desperation, but this rider was no novice. He made the ride smooth, as to avoid the man falling off. If they had the proper time, he would of tied him to so he couldn't be at merciless whims of gravity. Instead he sat between the rider and the front of the wyvern, his body lurched forward, the rider keeping him steady and balanced as they moved through the air.
Dangerous, but not more dangerous then losing their first chance at capturing this man.
A second rider soared in the skies next the rider and his prize, a pegasus knight of Ilia. She stayed close to the soldier, giving him a nod when he looked over. She pulled out a small crossbow like object and she loaded it with a tiny bolt. She quickly hurried forward on her flying horse towards the large and imposing fortress. She aimed carefully at the ground as the wyvern rider slowly caught up, pulling the trigger it launched towards the ground like a falling star. A falling star with an orange ribbon tied to it flying rapidly to the earth, a few men saw it early and rushed to where it would land just moments after it had. One man pulled out an instrument identical to it, and launched up an identical ribbon. While this happened she was supposed to respond one of a few colors. Red was for high profile prisoners, purple was for military officers, green for prisoners of war and so forth.
Instead she loaded it with a white bolt and shot it straight down. It only took one close look for the men to scatter like ants. Upon the white strip was five letters. Aidan.
It was few more minutes before the wyvern arrive at the base. finding his trust in the pegasus rider was well placed. A landing area was cleared, perfect for him to go to the ground, and all around were countless heavily armed men. Probably ever single one they could get a hold on before the prisoner arrived, with a few more arriving every moment. With a slick grin, the Wyvern rider lowered slowly on his mount until he touched the ground. What greeted him was an escort fit for a nobleman, or a traitor, with enough binds to make even Lyar unable to fight back.
One by one the bound the unconscious man until he was completely immobilized. His hands, arms, legs, neck, and feet bound together with steel cuffs. His body was hoisted by two men who together carried him to the prison located inside the moderately sized fort. It may of been the cold prison air, the shock of hitting the ground, or the overripe tomato screaming in his face, but this was when Aidan finally awoke.
"Prison, huh. Never seen it from this side." When there was nothing else to fall back on, atleast he could crack a joke.
"Be quiet." The red faced man said, disdain in his voice abundantly clear.
"What are my charges?" He asked, though he honestly didn't expect an actual answer.
"Killing countless good men over a misguided rebellions. Sounds pretty daming to me." The man replied, keeping a close eye on the prisoner. He wasn't even content with falling asleep and leaving the keys on a giant loop on his belt, lame.
To be fair, that was a better answer then Aidan thought he'd get. It was completely baseless and probably impossible to correct, but at least he knew how he was viewed. "Who were they?" Aidan sat back, his eyes close and his back to the stoney cold wall.
"What do you mean?"
"What was their names?" Aidan repeated. "Your friends who died in the rebellion." He sounded far calmer then any man in this situation ought to.
"Alexander... Victor, Archer, Duke... Serra..." Perhaps for reasons even he did not understand, the man responded to the question. "They were all good men, far more deserving then the fate they got. Your death will be too good, you deserve far worse. His voice was cold, ice, he cared for these men.
"The world is a lesser place without them." His voice was heavy with somber tones, he knew this pain that man felt all too well.
"It is..." was all he could must to say, his harsh eyes softening slightly.
"Tell me about them." Aidan continued.
"Why would you care? You caused them to die." That sharp edge in his voice returned like a serrated edge.
"A good soldier is a good soldier, no matter what side of the war they fight. We may all be fighting for different things, but they fought for what they believe in... and I admire them for it. It is the least I can do to remember them with you." He echoed words he heard once before in a long distant memory... has it really been six years since he left home?
"...." The man stayed silent. It was forbidden for a guard to speak to a prisoner like this, it was an easy way for a manipulating man to make someone make second guesses. If his general knew of this, he'd demote this man or outright make an example of him. But this man was emotional, he wasn't some animal that could be trained. He was a human... his emotions were in control, and he disobeyed his orders... as did they all. "Alex... He was my best friend..."
Aidan smiled easily. Never did he think he'd be on this side.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere unbeknown to the knight in chains, a man puzzled over it all, and what it all meant. A soldier, the Wyvern knight in particular, stood in front of the commanding officer as the he gave a report of what happened. The officer listened slowly, nodding his head as the soldier spoke, slowly stroking his chin. "I see then... So the town, how is it?" were the first words out his mouth.
"I left before the battle ended, sir. But things didn't look well. Bernese rebels fought violently with the soldiers of the town, and I barely escaped with the unconscious prisoner sir." The soldier spoke just like that, a soldier.
"I see..." The officer spoke slowly, calmly. "And what of Reynolds?"
"I'm afraid he has died sir. He told me to leave and gave me the prisoner. As I flew away he was cut down by a man with pale blue hair and tan skin sir. The words were painful for the man, but he spoke them without a single falter.
"Damn." The commander swore, clenching his fist. He turned away from the soldier and stayed silent for a few moments. "The prisoner, Aidan Lowell, are you absolutely sure it's him?"
"Yes sir. We have verified it shortly after arriving. He matches all the descriptions we have of him, despite his armor being missing. The scar, the beard, the eyes, everything is a perfect match sir."
"Very well then... You are dismissed Lionel."
"Sir." The soldier gave one final salute and walked out of the room.
"Aidan Lowell..." He mused aloud to his self. "I should of expected it. I heard the rumors and yet..." With a sigh he walked to his weapons, and grabbed his commander's lance. A rending weapon that looked like it could tear flesh asunder easily, it was fearful to look at, but also inspiring.
With it in hand he walked out of the room, his armor gleaming in the sunlight. "Kali Kali... Where is she?" He muttered under his breath, but a middle aged woman came up to his side as if on cue. "Ah, there you are Kali. I assume you've got everything ready while I was occupied."
"Of course Commander Orion." The woman spoke curtly, but not without a touch of pride. She was dressed like a mage, or more specifically a dark mage. Black robes adorned the confident woman's body, perfectly emphasizing the smirk she had on her face at all times.
"Perfect, how many soldiers did you amass? Orion looked up above, as if he was trying to pick out the clouds hanging lazily in the afternoon sky.
"A little over seventy soldiers. It is all the spare men we have." She was confident in her speech, as if she had it all planned days in advance.
"Hrm... That should be enough. We can send for a military escort in Bern. They won't have it done in time, but at the least they can fortify the defenses around Bern once they learn the VIP we have." He spok offhandedly, holding his hand over his eyes as he looked up, shading the sun from blinding him.
"I already sent that pegasus rider." She said off-handedly, almost as if it was an insult to think she hadn't thought of it already.
"Eris? Good, she's reliable. Have you see... He began, still searching the skies.
"Larkit should be-"
Before the woman could finish however, the commander held to fingers to his mouth, letting loose an ear shattering whistle. A giant black beast crashing down to the earth and plopping next to him just a moment later. "Aw, there you are Larkie. Like a giant kid his scratched the beast under it's neck, and it responded in kind, making his second in command groan.
"I was saying I already have him suited up for you to ride Sir. She sighed, defeated. "Should of known better.
"It's alright. Sorry for messing it up." Orion laughed as he climbed upon the large wyvern. "Finally... about Aidan."
"Don't worry. He's not going anywhere. He's there, in the carriage." She gestured at the prisoners carriage. "He's not getting out without dying first."
"Remember, Kali, we want him alive..." Orion warned as he took off into the air.
"Of course Orion."
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Jan 8, 2011 11:26:44 GMT -6
He felt like a prisoner, which was a good considering he was. Guards as far as the eye could see, assuming he could see them. Not just hundreds of rookie fighters either, veterans dotted the entourage. It kind of ruined any plans of escape he had, and he had few to begin with. It seemed like this was it wasn't it? He was to be taken to Bern and hung in the square as an example of those who rebel. He's not an actual face in the rebelling army, but his face and name drew weight. His death would bring a noticeable drop in morale, which Ilia could take advantage of and provide a crushing victory, which would only drive morale lower.
It was standard military fair. The scare caused would also make civilians less likely to join up, thinking that if they could kill a noble arena champion, what chance did they have?
He sighed silently, though it really made no difference if anyone could hear. Through the bars of the window he looked outside. He saw soldier, after soldier, after soldier. In the sky flew a company of wyverns and Pegasus knights, heh, it was funny seeing them together like this. Polar opposites the two, yet sharing a kinship in the sky. It reminded him of that Clair woman he spoke to months ago.
Something caught his eye though, a particularly large wyvern, pitch black and swarming through the sky. He didn't stay in a set position by rather moved around. It was probably the commanders checking to see if all his troops were in position, but that wasn't what interested Aidan. No, the knight was far more interested in the wyvern itself. It was... familiar. Larkin? Did that mean... Orion?
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The giant scaled lizard slowly drew close to the ground to speak to the dark cloaked woman. "Everyone is in position sir." the dark magic user told her commanding office, looking absolute in her judgment.
"Very good." The rider slowly said, his mind a bit preoccupied and it showed.
The signs of an unfocused mind were caught by Kali instantly. "What is it sir Orion?"
"It's Aidan." He bluntly said. "I'm just thinking about all of this is all."
"You need to focus commander, we can't afford to let this man escape. It is very likely we'll be attacked while transporting him, we need to stay vigilant." Her words could easily be misconstrued as her scolding him, but there was a sympathetic sound to her voice that almost made it sound like she was worried about him rather then the mission.
"I know, I know..." He cracked a smile. "Didn't know you cared Kali.
"If you are unfit to command, there is no hope of victory sir."
"Suuuure. That's it. I'm on to you, ya big softie." He laughed, and laughed again even harder when the woman just rolled her eyes at him. "Come on then Larkie." His beast took a few heavy flaps of it's large scaly wings and rose right up into the air. "Men! Onward!" He shouted and pointed his lance in the air. "To Bern!"
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Aidan heard a voice he thought he had forgotten a long time ago, it was true. Orion. The mass of soldiers lurched forward as well as the carriage that contained him. He sincerely hoped from the bottom of his heart that Lyar and company would forget about trying to save him, death would be the only thing that followed. Even if, somewhere deep down inside he secretly wanted to be busted out, they had no chance.
He looked out the window one more time and let out a heavy sigh. "Well... atleast I'm going to Bern."
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