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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 5, 2011 19:14:53 GMT -6
Well, one nice thing about flying was that it allowed you to hear things, yet stay out of the "firing range" so to speak when the Commander and Mavick were butting heads. In this case, they were both right. Illians regulars, mercs, or bandits they had attacked with the intent to kill. It wouldn't be looked on favorably if they turned out to be allies, but it would have been irresponsible to allow harm to come to one's own command. Besides, wouldn't Marle's troops have been noticed as Illian?
Come to think of it, Mavick was right about another thing as well. Who was to say that that was it? There could easily be more hostiles in the area. Using a rising and diving technique, Clair managed to make occasional forays into the stronger winds higher up, looking for any telltales.
For the most part, she could only make out their own column though. Captain Daviau dealing with the lone survivor of the attack, Krisby and Cyrus still down in the march, Mavick, and Commander Abend nearing the bodies. Oh, and that new group, which she was still unaware of for the most part. The one with the hotheaded archer.... Her face soured a bit at the memory of having the arrow aimed at her.
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Alaric Kyyneltya
Novice
Disregard Pegasi, Aquire Wealth
Posts: 64
Profession: Drunken Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Alaric
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Jan 5, 2011 22:01:03 GMT -6
There was shock on Alaric's face as he was branded "bandit" and "prisoner". He wasn't any of these, he thought. His bewildered face turned to a bit of sly optimism. "Hey, what's wrong? I just wanted to talk! Afterall, I was running from them! Besides, you guys took all my kills! If it were just me out here, you wouldn't take me prisoner for killing bandits, would you? Most of all, I didn't know they were bandits!" he exclaimed, laughing.
"I'm an Ilian patriot! I love my people. I'd never harm the weak, that's just low. So, uh, to my question..." the boy continued, his hat drooping over one eye because of the fall, "Who are you guys? Where are you headed?"
He looked over to the slope where the eight tavern brawlers once stood, their bodies slumped in the snow. Their bodies were nearly torn to pieces with the arrows that penetrated them. Their lifeblood spilling into the frostbitten ground. Alaric could only imagine what would happen if wasn't he looking for a hard drink, a nice chat, and something warm to eat. He did feel foolish for disobeying his former uh... bandit leader or employer, but was heartily glad to see his body not riddled with arrows. It was only two days ago when he met them in his village when he was out for a drink. They seemed to know what they were doing and they said they were paying. They didn't lead much on, so he assumed they were mercenaries.
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 5, 2011 22:19:03 GMT -6
Marle understood the whole 'putting the fear of god' into the boy, but he was a prisoner now. Marle wouldn't just leave him bound and left to the elements, especially without a weapon. This was not Lycia. This was a harsh land for tough people to thrive on...oh how everyone had it easy in their respective countries..
Marle glanced up and saw Clair flying above, searching, maybe, for signs of another attack, if the previous could really be called one. Looking back to the boy, Marle just sighed, and ran her eyes over the bodies. In a way, she was relieved she never gave orders for her own men to attack. She gave Mavick command at the time, but not Richter, they would not have fired. The reason she was half relieved over this, was for the simple fact that if they were allies, as Mavick had said they might be, Marle would hate to have that blood on her hands.
"Our business is not your own.” It was a fairly simple thing to say, and it rung true. It really wasn’t his business who they were, though she could spare some information. “We are Ilian, that is all you need to know. We'll see about your release a time later, if your claim comes true. Do you have a contract and the terms of service you offered?"
Marle wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. A lot of mercenary groups still issued their services through speech alone,. Contracts could be damning, but it was better than a lack of one, if you were not in the wrong. Marle's eyes wandered over Alaric one last time, before slightly nudging him with her hand for him to move once more.
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Post by Cyrus on Jan 6, 2011 0:14:56 GMT -6
Cyrus was all nervous went he heard Mavick to be in circle formation,the adrenaline rush in Cyrus body when he saw the ennemy charging on them,making Cyrus shake in fear to even have to fight one of them directly. Thats when the archers ready their bows and fire their arrows on them
*Please archers,don't let them near me,i don't want them near me*
Cyrus closed his eyes when the first arrow hit one of the bandits,he knew they could'nt have survive that but Cyrus could'nt remove the idea he could have to trust is spear into somebody or worse,he might have been killed by one of them!
Cyrus slowly open his eyes,just to see the 8 mens laying lifeless on the snow. There was arrows everywhere in front of him and Cyrus could'nt hold his disgust and puked on the floor when he had eye contact whit one of the corpse. Slowly breaking up the formation,Cyrus whipe is mouth while walking to David,who seems to enjoy himself and even letting himself having something to drink.
" I do wander how can you laufgh in front of this mister Krisby, those corpse feel reluctant to me..." Cyrus still feeled unwell as his shaking legs where showing.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 6, 2011 0:54:02 GMT -6
Richter patted down the bandits, mercenaries, or whatever they were. Searching they pouches and pockets, he could find little evidence of anything, save for the fact that these men didn't shower much and had way too much pocket lint. Nothing with a crest of any kind unless dirt stains counted, no mercenary contracts, and frankly, not even a lot of gold. One of the men had a sack with a few coins in it, but these men were pretty much a bunch of blokes running around in the snow without much to their name. Well, there was a half drunken whiskey bottle.
Grabbing the bottle, Richter stood up and trudged back to Mavick. As he approached, he gave the liquor a sniff, then swilled a bit of it in his mouth before spitting it out. The commander was never a huge fan of alcohol but this was terrible quality. Tossing the bottle at the feet of Mavick's pony, Richter grabbed the reins of his horse and pulled himself back into the stirrups.
"Happy now?" the pink haired swordsman replied, settling into place. "Now let's go."
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
Posts: 81
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Post by David Krisby on Jan 6, 2011 7:18:28 GMT -6
"Aw, cmon Cyrus, you puke at the first sight of a body? What are you, some kind of newbie? Wait, let me guess, you are." He laughed even louder than he had before, "Let me tell you something, in this business if you can't stand the sight of dead bodies, you better leave before you find yourself in a real battle."
His face became very serious as he said this, "Bodies piled high all around you, trust me. Soldier or Mercenary, either job isn't for the faint of heart. And if you can't find a way around the sight, you're as good as gone. That's why I laugh at all of the victims I see. I live one more day because they die, simple as that."
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Alaric Kyyneltya
Novice
Disregard Pegasi, Aquire Wealth
Posts: 64
Profession: Drunken Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Alaric
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Jan 6, 2011 22:03:04 GMT -6
Alaric felt stupid for not having sighned anything, he was new but didn't know that it would turn out to be like this. "no, i dont have anything besides my sword which you took, which was kind of like a seal of agreement. I didn't even know how much they were paying, but i knew I was going to at least get a hot meal.", he said regretfully. Alaric couldn't but be thankful for what has happened after running away from home it's all he could have wanted just money and a warm place with something hot to eat. But he wasn't sure if he was going to get any of this and wasn't sure what he was going to do at all, his fate rested in this mysterious 'army'.
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Post by Meredy Laplace on Jan 7, 2011 7:11:53 GMT -6
Meredy stifled a screech as the men rushed toward them, and to their death. It scared her, in more ways then one. She started to feel really sad, her eyes had tears in the corners that she fought back. She didn't like death, she didn't want to see it, not ever. Even if it was bandits, everyone should be allowed to live.
"Peh, dirty brigands." Max scoffed, putting his bow back, his arrow being one of the many that pierced the hearts of men foolish enough to attack. "Only good bandit is a dead bandit, that woman should just kill that prisoner." He added with a laugh.
"My word, Max are you aware of how hypocritical you sound? If these people went around ending people just because they're suspicious, we'd be little more then fertilizer for the long dead earth here." Thamir said. "We should be grateful, if we were alo... Lady Laplace, what's wrong?" The man finally noticed the noblewoman holding back her tears.
"It's... it's nothing... Did they have to die? Really?" She sniffed at the cold air. "Was... Was there no other way?"
"Perhaps, but I say they showed no desire to find it. The minute they took up weapons against us, they sealed their fate. Blindly rushing at an army is not a fate too many live." He nodded as he spoke.
"There there Meredy..." Max came around to pat the young woman on the back. "It's alright, you don't need to cry for these men. They were fools and don't deserve it."
"I suppose... You two are right. Thank you..." If they weren't here, if they were faced with these bandits alone... That was a fate she didn't want to think about. Would she be able to do it? Kill another man, raise her axe in self defense and cut down another's life? It was a decision she hoped she never had to make. "I shall keep them in my prayers."
"Why milady?" He sounded a bit stumped,
"Because..." She clasped her hands together, smiling. "These men weren't always this way. Of this I am sure. I pray for who they were, not who they are. No man is born with evil in their heart, and every man is in need of forgiveness. No one should go unremembered, every man deserves atleast one prayer."
Max and Thamir just looked at her for a few moments, as if they couldn't believe the words out of her mouth. It was Max who spoke first. "Meredy... You really know how to make a guy feel immature. Damn it, now I'm gotta pray for them too." His words sounded annoyed, but he was smiling instead.
"As will I, it's easy to forget that these are actual people we fight, and not just faceless enemies. It takes someone like you to remind us. I am humbled by your kindness milady." Thamir added with a nod and smile.
Meredy just kind of giggled at her bodyguards. "Good then, it's settled. No one is forgotten."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jan 7, 2011 17:47:10 GMT -6
Now it was Mavick's turn to harrumph. Not because he was wrong, seeing as he'd never said that they were or were not bandits (Plus, he was never wrong.), but because of the way Richter was carrying on about it. Mavick's hypocrisy detector wasn't working too well right now, it seemed. However, he merely brushed it off and smirked. "What would you do without me?" he asked, bringing his pony up to speed with Richter's horse.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 7, 2011 21:18:43 GMT -6
Richter smirked as well, shaking his head a little. "I'd be lost without you, friend," said the pink hair commander, only after realizing the word that had just slipped out of his mouth. He felt a bit awkward. As much as they butted heads, Richter really did see his tactician as something of a friend. Seeing as how used the pink haired man was to steamrolling over everyone else, the tiny purple shaman's tendency to point out flaws in Richter's usually unchallenged modus operandi made him somewhat of an equal in Richter's eyes. Considering ultimately how proud Richter tended to be, admitting that was a bit...something. He never admit it to Mavick, though.
Well, make that the fourth tally on Richter's list of friends. He was becoming quite the social butterfly.
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 7, 2011 22:54:56 GMT -6
"Marle just gave the mercenary a flat look. Really? That was all he was being paid with was food? Times certainly were not that tough. Marle continued him along, and handed him over to an officer under her, who would take care of him, and not do anything brutal. Her own company was mostly young soldiers like herself, or that of Alaric, but there was a large difference between Mercenaries of that age, and soldiers. They had to be.
"It'll be easier on yourself if you don't make too much of a ruckus. People are on edge recently. Behave."
There wasn't much air of suggestion behind her words. Instead, it was more an order for him. The boy would probably be clean of things by the end of the day, there really wasn't much point keeping a prisoner with the company. Marle turned her back, still holding the sword and scabbard in her hand, and proceeded up the line back to Mavick and Richter. She arrived at an opportune time, as he was coming back from inspecting the bodies, and had his little back and forth between Mavick and himself. It was interesting to watch, though nothing really happened that she could note.
"My oh my, such pleasantries!" Marle spoke up loudly with a voice hinting enthusiasm, but just chuckled and tumbled the slim sword in her hand, playing with it a little. "By the way you two are holding yourself, the men that attacked held nothing too important. Guess we're about to be back on our way?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 7, 2011 23:49:42 GMT -6
Well, there wasn't really anything that Clair could make out from up in the sky anymore. Unless one counted the snow, trees, and hills surrounding the armies below. May as well land and inform all the leaders that, as far as she could tell, they were once again in the clear.
Corona dove down, landing near the front of the army after a quick prompt from Clair, and then trotted his way to the Commanders of the army.
"Once again, clear of all open unknowns. Those mountaineers must have found some way to hide themselves, though." Clair said, speaking to Richter, Mavick, and Marle all together. "We've had a lot of 'guests' today. I guess, when it rains, it pours." that last bit was an unfamiliar expression she'd picked up in the south lands, during her career under Richter.
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Jan 8, 2011 1:05:14 GMT -6
Fran was standing near the corpses. "I knew this would happen. Humans kill each other easily. Well, I knew it but...I still don't like it." Fran knelt beside a corpse, she closed his eyes which was previously opened. "Was it the fear of death or something else? This man didn't die peacefully." Living in Arcadia for 500 years, she only knew about humans from Athos, this was her first time seeing what could be called war.
"They didn't need to go that far...They killed them without hesitation..." Fran glanced at the commander who had pink hair like her. Well, she had no right objecting his decision, she was just a "nobody" in this army.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 9, 2011 3:29:47 GMT -6
"I was planning on it, yes" replied Richter, his voice still a bit irked. Not at Marle, really, just by the events that had occurred. He felt like a dog that had just had its nose rubbed in its own feces, only for his owner to later find out that it was another dog's feces. "If that's okay with you, of course." It wasn't so much a request for permission as it was an annoyed response to a situation that he viewed as an undue attack on his judgement. He had gotten them this far, hadn't he? Richter didn't like feeling owned, and he didn't particularly like being corrected for decisions made to protect his own men, though admittedly, he understood where the second guessing was coming from. He just didn't believe that, in the situation they were in, there was much room for regret.
It was then that Clair, soaring down on her trusty mount Corona, alighted upon the snow covered ground. She doled out her quick report with soldier-like compsure, and, satisfied with her report, Richter nodded in acknowledgement.
"Well, I'd prefer the rest of our journey to remain free of guests. I think we've picked up enough stragglers as it is, and I'd hope to avoid another squabble like this." The pink haired commander nudged his head towards the arrow riddled corpses as he spurred his horse to begin moving. "No need to leave a blood trail."
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 9, 2011 17:21:47 GMT -6
Marle just regarded Richter with a flat stare, and then rolled her eyes at his tone. She had a feeling it wasn't for her, but really, he had to be careful. This was Ilia, and he was considered a rebel here, he had to be careful how he operated, but he should know that, so Marle left it unvoiced. At the same time, Clair came down and gave her report to Richter, but she nodded a bit all the same. There was a lot of 'guests' flocking in.
"Hmm.." Marle looked down in thought, as she lowered the sword. "We're going to be slowed down by these people as well. They do not know how hard the pace is set. I suppose they're in for a wake up call." Marle sounded a touch amused with that. If she could keep up with this pace, then they certainly had to.
Her eyes had been caught by...pink..and she turned back to where the pink-haired girl was, who was close to the bodies of the deceased. Marle tilted her head a little bit, and then pointed at her.
"She's not one of mine, does she belong from your unit?"
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