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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Jun 6, 2011 15:46:52 GMT -6
Garith after having talked with Fran and the other man had wondered off in the middle of the group feeling a tad bit bored wanting something to do. He let out a small sigh and started spinning his sword, uprising, around for entertainment. The he heard what sounded to him like a war cry come from past the hills. Then what seemed like more than one hundred people came rushing over the hills and straight toward them. Garith stopped spinning his sword and began to reach for the giant broadsword on his back but decided it was not the best time to use it for the first time being that he had never used a sword that big before.
Garith had never been in a battle this big before so he became nervous and began questioning what he should do. To calm himself he gripped onto Uprising tighter than he had ever gripped anything before took a deep breath and prepared himself for a big battle.
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Jun 7, 2011 11:20:21 GMT -6
Well, Fran didn't know what to do. She wasn't Richter's soldier so she didn't have to follow his order, but in the other hand she couldn't just watch the two sides clash. It seemed the enemies was greater in number, this kind of situation was a disadvantage for anyone. Anyway, Fran knew she needed to do something, she wanted to do something although she didn't like killing. She could be a good help in battle but what she was going to do might be a hindrance to Richter's army. "I must ask him first, I think I can help."
"Be careful," she said to David before she left him to look for Richter, he should be somewhere near the front. The ice dragon ran looking for him, she tried not to disrupt the formation while running between the soldiers. Then, she finally found Richter shouting command to his soldiers, Marcus was with him. It seemed Marcus had the same thought as her, the difference was that he looked enjoying it.
Fran stood behind Marcus, she gave the thunder dragon a light pat on his back and turned to face the commander. "Commander Richter, may I offer my help? You know who I am. Please give me direction," she said, bowing lightly.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 7, 2011 20:21:54 GMT -6
Richter looked down at the pink haired girl, his eyes flashing back up towards the battle lines, then back down. The enemy was just a hair's breadth away.
"You're a dragon, are you not? You should be able to sow some chaos in the enemy," suggested Richter, his powerful gaze locking with Fran's. Then came the unharmonious clangs of metal against metal and the screams of first blood. The battle had officially begun.
The commander gripped tighter to the reigns of his steed and lifted them into action. "Assist Marcus. I know how tough your kind is to kill, so just make sure you don't bite off more than you can chew." With that, Richter spurred his horse to the frontlines. Anybody who knew the pink haired Ilian knew that he wasn't the kind of man to command from the rear. He needed to be in the thick of it.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 8, 2011 20:20:03 GMT -6
Still far to the north and east, beyond the eyesight of ground bound humans, A falcoknight, a pegasus knight, and fourteen young squires flew through the sky. It had taken them a good portion of the day to catch up with the army that Clair had been heading for, but now that it was coming into view, things didn't look good. The Dark blot on in the distance was about three times the size that it should have been. There were other people there. Many people.
The blond haired falcoknight lifted her arm, signaling for attention from the group flying with her, while slowing to a fraction of the speed they'd picked up.
"Slow down! I think we're about to fly into a warzone, girls...."
Flying with a group was far different than flying alone. It was far less free. She always had to stop and telegraph orders out to her unit. She also had to stop and consider the capabilities of the others. WHile Delia could probably hold her own well enough, the squires were brand new to all of this. Various tactics presented themselves to the Falcoknight's mind, but nothing could get around 2 simple difficulties. The squires were neither ready, nor could they identify friend from foe easily. They'd not seen this troop before.
Still appearing as little more than dots on the horizon, Clair considered her options. She could put the group into play, and try to position them for the least casualties, and there would be casualties, or she could order them to hold off. Dropping rocks from above would be an option, and would keep the group relatively safe, but only if they could be sure they were hitting the right people....
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Katelyn
The "Before" years
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Post by Katelyn on Jun 9, 2011 7:34:55 GMT -6
Katelyn looked toward their destination, noting the large dark blot that seemed to crowd it. As Claire ordered them to slow down, she made way closer to her, just to be able to hear the orders herself. A battle this soon, it seemed like the worst case scenario, since they wouldn't know how to distinct friend from foe.
"What is your order, Dame Feldsky?" Katelyn called out, hoping Claire would hear her voice, even through the distinct sound of sixteen pairs of wings flapping around them.
She looked behind her towards the rest of her group, seeing a mixture of both excitement and nervousness, with her former class mates, though they were more like companions now. Her companions might end up in a fight, this early. Then it hit her, that heading into the fight without knowing who to fight would only create some kind of chaos, on both sides, and possibly make enemies of both sides. Then again, Clair would probably have some kind of plan to make up for them not knowing who to fight.
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Farlus
Mage
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You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on Jun 9, 2011 8:51:28 GMT -6
The quagmire of blades and arrows began so very quickly that it took a moment for Farlus to fully understand what was going on. He soon realized that this was to be a small battle. At least, it was small in relation to what he figured was to come later on in their trek. It didn't take very long for the mage to spy intricate details of the army in front of them. one such detail was that they didn't much resemble an army. Sure, some wore plate and chain, but there was no uniform among them. Thankfully, Farlus was very well familiar with bandit hordes such as these. They prided themselves on their fighting skills so they were no push overs, but their armor and weapons were often very crude and unreliable. Just the thing Farlus was going to count on.
Farlus spurred his steed, grasping onto it's reins as tightly as possible in an attempt to look like he wasn't nearly panicking while atop the beast. He was very pleasantly surprised that the horse didn't begin thrashing or even slink backwards at the sudden outbreak of battle. It was obvious that Ilian horses were bred to be used to such things. After reaching Richter at the head of the formation behind the spearmen, he imparted some strategic advice upon him. He was the strategist, after all.
"Commander! These men are wearing mostly worn and unkept armor. Their vanguard in particular seem to have hastily fastened their breastplates. Even from the back, I was able to spy exposed chain at their sides and necks. In fact..." he took another look now that he was closer, ducking to avoid an arrow before continuing his explanation, "Yes. I'm sure you can see that their chain is rusty and breaking with the very movement of their limbs. Strike there and you're sure to walk over their front line. As for the archers..." Farlus peered at a regiment of the Ilian archers, then at a group of the magi, "If you will allow me to command a small group of troops, or perhaps just teach them a trick, I can have a majority of them taken care of, Commander."
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Jun 9, 2011 15:28:26 GMT -6
"Damn it! A trap? Stay close, Fr-" Before David could tell her, Fran had already ran off. "Well, I suppose she knows what she's doing."
David slowly moved forward, carefully avoiding arrows. As he approached the front lines, a thought ran across his mind, Hmm, now what would be a good warcry to strike fear into the enemies... Oh, there is one I learned a while back. Can't remember where I heard it from...
Taking a deep breathe, David shouted with a roar, "LET'S DO THIS! LEEEEROOOY JEEENKIIINSS!!!" The one enemy directly in front of him was paralyzed with fear, or maybe confusion. Either way David struck him down with a single blow and continued on.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 9, 2011 16:56:13 GMT -6
Clair heard Katelyn's voice from behind, carried on the wind they were riding on. They really needed to get closer. Just waiting around and doing nothing was unacceptable, but so was moving into a foolish maneuver. The game of war was merciless.
"Follow my lead!" Clair had to yell to be heard effectively over the conditions in the sky. She picked up speed, and swung to the right, leading her the wing of pegasi to the side of the army before beginning to approach it again. As they drew nearer, some of the figures on the ground became a bit more distinct. They were still well above arrow range, and would blend well with the white Illian sky if someone chanced to look up, but the ground battle was becoming clearer. There was a clear group of fighters, approximately 300 strong, who were fighting as a unit, They seemed better equipped as a general rule, and better armed, though there were a fair few who didn't wear standard equipment. The other group seemed potentially twice the size of Richter's army, but appeared to be merely trying to bull rush straight over their enemies. Their armor was probably considerably mis-matched, as well, but they were still pretty far off.
Clair looked straight down. The sight of looking down at the tops large hills, and high trees was enough to unnerve most people, but Clair had grown used to it over her time as a pegasus knight. Now she noticed a ridge straight below them, where there was a group of men gathering. It looked like there were a few archers, trying to set up a position to shoot at from the rocks below. The high vantage point would give them a clear view of the battlefield. These men looked like they were waiting for their shots though. Waiting for the best chance to sow discord.
Clair pointed downward, but refrained from speaking. She was about to go into a dive, when she recalled that most of the wing would probably not be able to match this type of maneuver.... That would be one of the first things they'd work on, given the chance. Quietly, she cursed under her breath, and set about the longer course of sweeping around in a wide descending arc, until they were gliding straight in towards the men at the ridge. Picking up speed, Clair readied her lance. She could use it, but it would be just as simple to ride over the men, forcing them off of the cliff side.
At the last moment, one of them gave a startled cry and tried to ready his bow for a shot at her, but by that point, it was too late. Corona touched down on the ridge, galloping along, and knocking aside those who didn't clear out of his way. Clair's lance pierced one man, through the chest, causing him to drop his weapon in pain, and try to escape any more harm. One of Corona's strong wings hit another, throwing the man off of the cliffs, and down to the rocks below.
Mercy was not gifted to the bandits here. Neither would any be shown from their side. Clair was throwing everything she had into dealing with this archer nest, and they would throw everything they had back at her. Including lightning bolts.
Clair's ears rang with a sudden concussion of force. It was thunder: The sound which is the product of a lightning bolt splitting the air. At least one of the men she was fighting was a mage. Just wonderful. Another bolt of lightning flew over her shoulder, as she quickly leaned down, and tool cover behind Corona's neck. Sorry, Corona. Better you than me. As Clair looked for the source of the thunder spells, she reached out, and gave a swift kick to the chin of a man who was reaching up, trying to pull her from Corona's back. Afterwards, the giant white-winged stallion took great pleasure in stomping the fallen man to bits. Corona certainly hadn't lost his touch in battle.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 9, 2011 17:50:52 GMT -6
"We're in the middle of a battle here, Farlus," came Richter's semi-exasperated voice. This really wasn't the best time to be teaching anything, all things considered. However, with Marcus out there tearing up the enemy, they did have a little bit of time. Realizing this could help in the long run, he sighed. "Make it quick. I want to see those bandits dropping dead in the next five minutes."
Richter then turned his attention towards the enemy smashing into their formation just a few feet ahead. He was impressed. His men had managed to pull a very tight formation in very short amount of time, and it seemed that after the first few volleys, the bandit force had largely run out of arrows. Good.
Looking to the right and left, the commander noticed that the bandits, their full frontal strike having been rebuffed, were beginning to wrap around his men and had begun to push inwards, possibly attempting to split the army in two and effectively render any defensive formation the mercenary army could muster ineffective. Not good. "Men, fall back on the sides!" he commanded at the top of his lungs. "Circle up! Don't let them in!" Almost immediately in response, his men attempted circle up, but unfortunately, the bandits were already doing their damage. With their superior numbers, the raiders would decimate his forces if Richter let this go on any longer. Pulling the reigns to his right, Richter directed his cantering horse to the right side of the army, and leaping off of it, landed on a brigand, forcing the poorly equipped marauder to the ground and sending his blade through the man's skull and into the snow and dirt beneath.
This easily grabbed the attention of bandits nearby and they turned to meet this new challenger in bright red. Grabbing his shield off of his horse, Richter slapped the steed, causing it to run to the back of the battle as it was trained, and brandished both it and the sword, challenging his enemies to combat. Ten of the bandits all rushed him at once, but Richter didn't budge, instead slamming his shield into the closest bandit, launching him into the air, then pivoting around and thrusting his sword in and out of the bowels of another bandit in one swift motion. The man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and shouting in pain as blood spurted from the wound.
The sword didn't have the weight he was used to, but its edge was sharp and its lighter weight allowed him a much quicker swing. No matter. Seeing another enemy charging from his right, sword high in the air, Richter spun to meet the attack, repelling his enemy's strike as the brigand brought the weapon down on the Ilian commander in a failed attempt to wound. The third man off balance, the pink haired Ilian swung his blade at his neck, slicing through his throat and causing the bandit to stagger off, gurgling to his death.
A fourth bandit struck from behind while the first bandit attempted to get off the ground. Ducking the back attack, Richter kicked the marauder in the groin, disabling him, then thrust his sword through the grounded man's chest. Not pausing to remove the blade, Richter pulled out the iron axe Rayl had given him, unfastening it and drawing it in one swift motion. He then turned back to the sneakier bandit and, with a loud roar, brought the axe down upon the groaning man and chopped right into his neck. The heavy wedge slammed right into the man's flesh, stopping halfway into his spine, to which Richter pulled the axe up again, and in a finishing blow, chopped down again and severed the man's head from his shoulders.
As their comrade's bloody skull rolled across the battlefield, the six remaining bandits faltered, flinching for a moment. Too bad, because Richter would give them no quarter. Shouting, Richter charged into the bandits, slamming another with his shield before swinging his axe upward into the man's rib cage. The pink haired combatant almost thought he could hear the marauder's bones splinter under the force. Then, pulling the axe out of the now dying bandit, Richter viciously swung his shield to his side, spinning with the massive metal plate's movement, and clipped a sixth bandit upside the head, sending him crumpling to the ground. Not a man to leave any job undone, the commander leaped onto the bandit, stomping his foot down onto the man's chest and slamming his shield into his face.
Richter paused, taking a breath, before turning around to once again to face the last four bandits, who although frightened by this red demon with wild pink hair, weren't ready to give up yet. "Take 'im down!" growled the center bandit. "He's just one man!" Clearly they were confident that their abilities were superior to the six men Richter had just killed. Richter disagreed. They were probably just as weak as the six men lying dead on the ground. He backed up next to his sword. "See! 'e's retreating! Charge!" With that, the remained men charged the commander.
"Pointless..." mutter Richter under his breath. Lifting his axe above his head he paused, taking a few seconds to analyze the men running towards him, before throwing his axe at the man who had spoken up. The axe whizzed through the air, dropping suddenly and embedding itself in the charging bandit's foot, causing him to fall forward, his face driving into thesnow. Not a throwing weapon, apparently. Oh well. Leaning down slightly and pulling his light blade from a previously killed brigand, Richter met the three other men's charge, sidestepping a first strike and in response taking him down instantly with a retaliatory slash across the chest. The Ilian hero brought his shield up, blocking two attacks from another bandit before pushing him back with the giant guard, then stepping to his right to defend against another attack from the second remaining bandit. Ducking down, Richter cut out the first bandit's legs from under him, slicing clean through one and slashing into the other, and as the wounded brigand plummeted to the ground, Richter stood up and bashed his shield into the other bandit's face before kicking him in the shin, sending the marauder to his knees, and stabbing him through the chest.
However, Richter had forgotten one bandit, his attention focused on the last three. The commander flinched as he felt a blade cut into his shoulder, though, turning his head, he realized that his armor had taken most of the blow. It wasn't a glancing strike, however, and despite the armor, with full force the axe should have gone right into the bone. Either his attacker was considerably weakened, or he hadn't the heart to kill. Richter suspected the former, but either way, it was a good thing he had upgraded his wardrobe.
Elbowing the attacker in the chest, Richter dropped his sword, gripping his foe's axe and yanked it out of his shoulder, turning to face the bandit. Oh, it was actually his axe. "Injured foot taken it out of you?" spoke Richter, smirking brandishing the recently reclaimed weapon. The once confident bandit stepped back in fear. "Too bad." With a grunt, Richter raised the axe above his head and slammed it into the brigand's face, blood and flesh bursting from his skull. Acknowledging that his opponent was dead, the commander then wrenched the wedged weapon from the man's face, and his foe's body fell to the ground, blood pouring from his cranial wound. Gruesome really.
Finished with his miniature skirmish, Richter waded back into the bulk of the battle, shouter orders as he went. It wasn't like killing ten bandits would end and entire battle. Richter noticed something that caught his eye, though. Pairs of white wings were harassing the archers up on the hill. Clair? The commander's heart leaped a little as he realized his sub-commander had returned. It seemed she had brought more pegasus riders with her, too. Perfect, they could use the help. For, now, though, it was back to the battle.
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Farlus
Mage
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You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on Jun 10, 2011 5:06:53 GMT -6
Farlus was a bit perturbed by Richter's response. If his life in the rangers was any evidence, the battlefield was the best place to learn. The mage galloped forward and rolled off his steed, allowing it to find itself a place to occupy itself while he worked with the two groups he spied earlier. Snow melting beneath his feet and directly in front of him, he made a path for him to easily run to the archers and the magi. He finally caught up with a small group of robed men trying their best to hurl flame over the shieldmen in front. Farlus got their attention with a shout, using the adrenaline of the battle to suppress his fear of crowds.
"Magi!" the five magi turned to look at him for a moment. farlus quickly explained the situation, "I am your staff officer, Farlus Norwright! Now I understand that you all may have not met me before, but we really have liltle time for introductions!" a smirk creeped itself across Farlus' face, "What if I told you that you can get those fire balls all the way to the back of that formation?"
"Are you daft? There's no way!" one mage responded.
"Not alone, no, but if you'll follow me, we can have those archers in the back dealt with." Farlus walked backwards, hoping they would follow. Perhaps it was his charismatic presence or the magi's curiosity or perhaps it was the trick he did with the snow at his feet, but the magi seemed to suddenly respect his idea. The five followed and he turned to run to the archers he saw.
"Bowmen! I have a way to make your arrows more effective!" The archers stopped a moment to look at him in bewilderment. They quickly returned to firing. It was obvious that these five wouldn't be as simple to convince. So, being as forward thinking as ever, he lit the tip of one of the arrows before it was fired. The archer turned to him, assuming the "enhancement" was a simple burning arrow, and shouted at him for being a fool. However, Farlus was too busy focusing on his flame, feeling it's unique heat to "track" it's whereabouts.
"Just watch your arrow.... now!" Farlus felt the arrow almost reach the ground. At that moment, the mage clenched his fist, urging the flame to multiply and expand, causing a large explosion and scattering a few archers in the back of the opposing force. The archer stood surprised and a bit satisfied. He got the attention of his fellow tunic-clad bowmen and bade Farlus to continue.
"Alright. Let's make this quick. These magi will light your arrows and you fire them. That is all you need to be focusing on." the magus turned to face the assembled magi, "The difficult part is with you five. Once the arrow is fired, you must focus on your flame. I assume that you know the unique feel and heat of your own flame. Keep track of it and just before it sinks into the snow, multiply it. Expand it in a glorious explosion! And don't be stingy on the force of the blast. We need those pesky bowmen dealt with."
The magi nodded and lit an arrow each. The arrows were fired and, as Farlus instructed them, a few explosions came from the back. Not as powerful as he would have liked, but satisfactory for a first volley.
"Good! Remember! Think power! Imagine your flame as containing a great force that is itching to get out. Once it gets to a proper position, let it out!" they nodded and tried again. This time, the explosions were set off a bit closer to the ground and were a little bigger.
"Excellent! Keep this up! I..." Farlus' ears perked as he noticed a portion of the rock shelf to the side of them crumble away. Immediately, a spell came to mind as he waited to see if it was just the rock falling or an ambush.
"Continue!" he commanded, fingers alight with embers.
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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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Dragon Element: Lightning
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OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Jun 10, 2011 7:58:58 GMT -6
Marcus readied himself to launch into the fray. Quickly formulating a few maneuvers in his head, he pulled his dragonstone out of his shirt and let the energy and longing for battle consume him. He felt it seep into him, and as it did, his body shifted. Soon a large black dragon stood where Marcus had been. He let out a large roar that echoed across the field. While none of the soldiers understood the actual Draconian, the message was clear: "You have marched against me. Your death awaits." The moment the sound dissipated, Marcus surged into the air. He angled towards the center of the group and, after gaining some speed, dived down at the enemy. His claws and fangs found several bodies of the enemy and he ascended with them in his grasp. Without stopping, he flew at a rapid pace over the battlefield and began tossing the soldiers left and right. Their screams punctuated the air as they fell to their deaths.
He angled back towards the crowd and landed in the center, knocking a few people to the ground with the force of his landing. He began swatting soldier like they were flies with his claws and tail. One man tried to dash under his jaw, but was quickly snatched up and devoured by the dragon's sharp fangs. Another clung to his tail, trying to climb onto his back. A few thrashes from his tail, however, sent the man soaring. And while these men had been easy so far, he could see that he'd be quickly overwhelmed if he didn't get. He let out another roar, but this one was not to frighten, but rather said: "Fran, I need your help! Together we can crush these men!"
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Jun 10, 2011 8:40:46 GMT -6
Fran hesitated for a moment, it was her first time fighting with so many humans. And she couldn't do it without killing them. The ice dragon was frozen on her feet, she just watched when Marcus crushed those men. But she then regained her composure, she knew she should help them. Closing her eyes, Fran summoned the magical power from her dragonstone, the blue aura emitting around her. The temperature around her became a bit colder and two blue wings appeared on her back. "I'm coming, Marcus." she shouted. With that shout as a signal, the pink-haired manakete flew above the formation, leaving some of the soldiers with surprised looks.
While in midair, Fran let her power leaking out of the dragonstone. Glowing with blue light, the figure of a young woman gradually changed into a blue dragon. It seemed one dragon wasn't enough for this battle, that was probably what the soldiers from both sides were thinking when they saw another dragon joining the fray. the ice dragon roared, sending a warning to the enemies before she dived toward where Marcus was fighting. She stomped on the enemies' swordmen upon landing and quickly bit a spearman, she would regret it later, their tastes were awful. Fran made a good combination with Marcus, it seemed the enemies had difficulties approaching the two raging dragons while their tails, claws, fangs, and big feet giving them enough reason to run away.
Fran could feel some of them trying to pierce her scales with their weapons. She sent two men flying with a strong whip and then turned to Marcus. "We can do it, Marcus! Let watch eact other's back," she said, it sounded like a dragon roar for most humans. And honestly, she didn't enjoy the battle. But it was not a matter of like or dislike, she had to do it if she wanted to live.
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Post by Valcrist on Jun 10, 2011 9:49:46 GMT -6
Bandits and brigands galore. Why. Why did this always happen. Was there some bandit workshop in which a thousand underpaid children work tirelessly to make new men with the sole intent of being a bad guy. It felt that way sometimes, maybe some of the bandits were actually nice inside or something, but Val never saw it. While he couldn't say he's had that many experiences first hand, he heard about bandits attacking all the time. In his books, in the stories the mercenaries always told him, and from what he's heard from people from town to town. It was easier to take something then to earn it, sure, but it was just a little ridiculous.
Well, it didn't matter right now. Complaining isn't going to make them go away, it won't shame them like a mother wagging her finger at her child who didn't do their chores. No retreating and listening bashfully, tail between their legs. Pointing out the flaws of their lifestyle isn't gonna make that axe to the face hurt any less. A bit of a pity really, because axes to the face REALLY hurt.
It would probably be a good idea to fall back, atleast for him. As much as it was hard to see people fight when he his self could help, he wasn't a soldier. Trying to do his own thing is more likely to mess other people up then it would help, and Val felt like a screw up more then enough without actually screwing up. Still, it would probably be a good idea to ready his self for come what may. So he gripped the hilt of his blade, hesitant in his movement. Hesitant for many reasons, but the main one was probably related to the blade strapped to his back. Should he use that blade instead? Should he use Fang? It didn't matter in the end, since he wasn't going to be seeking the battles, but... it just didn't feel quite right. Not right now, it wasn't time.
The men were circling, for some reason. He couldn't say he knew a lick about military tactics, this might be a genius maneuver for all he knew. It just looked really round to him. Not that round was a bad thing! Circles were awesome shapes, in his top five easily. Can't beat triangles though, Val loves him some triangles. Shape based love aside, he wasn't exactly sure where he was supposed to go. In a swift movement he freed the blade of it's prison and held it aloft in his left hand, looking around, seeing people fight and... die. It was depressing. The blood everywhere, staining the snow, it was so sad. Snow looks so much better when it hasn't been ruined by things like this.
Bandits weren't famous for being swift, they tended to focus on the brute strength of combat as opposed to the fluid and skillful movements Val had trained in. If it came to it, he was confident in his ability to not die.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 10, 2011 22:41:37 GMT -6
Richter heard an explosion to his left and he turned to identify the source. As he did, he noticed hot streaks zoom across his head and land in the back of the enemy force. Richter initially thought them just to be fire arrows, but unlike normal fire arrows they exploded just before they hit the ground. It was almost comical how the brigands hooted and hollered, dancing about as they tried to avoid the flames. Many of them couldn't, however, and were instantly engulfed in the fiery eruptions. Needless to say, this, coupled with the two massive dragons assaulting them, sent the bandits into a furious confusion.
Looking over his shoulder, Richter spied Farlus directing the archers and the mages these fire arrows were coming from. So this was his plan. Quite brilliant really. He'd have to congratulate him later. Seems like Clair had definitely made a good decision in adding him to the crew.
Fortunately for the Ilian led band, the bandits were now in full on disarray now that Farlus had begun assaulting their rear, and their attempted two pronged bite into Richter's forces sufficiently rebuffed. If there was one thing that could be said about bandits, it wasn't their determination or their courage. These men were absolute cowards when push came to shove, finding strength in their numbers, numbers that were currently dwindling at an astonishing rate, due to the superior training and equipment of the pink haired Ilian's men. Seeing his opportunity, Richter thrust his sword in the air, gaining the attention of his men nearby.
"With me! We'll punch right through them and split their force in two!" commanded Richter, his powerful voice audible over the din of battle. If they could get the bandit force halved, it would be far easier routing them than continually slamming against the bulk of their forces. "Spears in the front, swords in the back! Move!" With that, Richter charged forward, about thirty or so nearby men moving with him. The smaller force punctured the front line of the bandit force, and the second, and the third. They moved like a sharp sword through bandit flesh.
For the commander's forces, this would be a relatively easy win, but every win came with a price, no matter how easy. That price was the lives of his men; the lives of his comrades. He wouldn't lose any more than he absolutely had to. He would make this quick. His soldiers trusted him to do so, and he would earn that trust. He would not be like the Prophet, the Herald, or even the late Bandit King, needlessly wasting lives to further their goals. And that was why he was making this march: to end the needless bloodshed in Bern. To unite the two countries under one banner to take down the Prophet. That was his resolve.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Jun 11, 2011 21:59:11 GMT -6
As Garith watched the people around him fight to the death he couldn't help but wonder why. Why were these bandits attacking them, were the bandits just randomly attacking them or did they have some other type of motive. It didn't really make any sense to Garith but he had to fight that is what he was hired to do. He noticed that the bandits were wearing mixed match armor and they seemed like just a large group of people who just out of blue decided to band together for some great cause, Garith figured. Despite his reluctance to fight at the moment Garith pulled Fenrir from its resting place on his back and stuck the blade into the ground next to him. He looked around the battlefield and watched people around him fighting, dying, blood staining the snow white ground. Garith was honestly surprised that he hadn’t gotten into combat yet. Well speaking of that Garith had the utmost honor of being charged at by three men, two caring lances and another holding an axe.
“Alright come on,” Garith mumbled to himself as he spun Uprising a few times as the bandits got closer to him. The three bandits circled Garith preparing to attack. The first bandit wearing a helmet charged at Garith with a lance thrusting it at him. Garith quickly spun out of the way of the lance and swung his blade at the bandit. The bandit quickly jumped backwards out of the way but the tip of Uprising hit the bandit’s helmet knocking it clear off.
The helmet relvied a woman’s face which didn’t really surprise Garith at all really bandits came in both the male and female variety. But what had got to Garith really was the fact that the woman looked exactly like his mother Glare. She had the same eyes, same hair and she was actually the same size as her also. Garith froze as he couldn’t image himself fighting his mother to the death. As Garith was frozen the bandit with the axe took the opportunity to charge at Garith axe ready to strike. Garith quickly snapped out of his little mind trip and got back into the fight. He sidestepped out of the axe’s way as the bandit swung and then thrust his blade into the bandit’s chest hitting his heart. As the bandit dropped to the ground the other bandit with a lance came at him similar to the way the female on did. Garith retaliated by quickly moving to the side a bit and grabbing the pole of the lance with his left hand. He then pulled the lance toward himself dragging the bandit at him. As Garith stabbed his sword at the male bandit for the kill the female bandit thrust her lance at Garith’s head. Garith leaned his head back avoiding the lance’s tip only to have some of his hair get cut. The other bandit however to this as an opportunity to punch Garith in the face knocking him to the ground.
The bandit then took his lance and went to thrust it into Garith’s chest. The young mercenary rolled out of the way and quickly got back onto his feet. The bandit had hit Garith in the nose and Garith hated getting in the nose. Angry Garith charged at the bandit avoiding his lance attacks and slashed diagonally across the bandit’s chest. As the bandit fell to the ground Garith had lost track of the female bandit. Once Garith turned his head he was greeted by the tip of a lance coming straight at him. Garith took Uprising and blocked the lance by hitting it upward throwing the female bandit off her balance. Garith then charged at the female bandit prepared to strike but has he reached striking distance he couldn’t bring himself to do it she looked too much like his mother. She on the other hand had to issues with fighting Garith and stabbed him in his left arm. Garith staggered back holding his arm shocked by the attack the image of his mother attacking him bugged him a lot.
Garith was now upset and that meant bad news for the female bandits as Garith cared not that she looked like his mother all he wanted was her dead. He charged at her as she began to rapidly jab at him. Skillfully Garith dodged all of her attempts at stabbing him and as soon as he got close enough he took both hands to Uprising dragged the blade through the snow and then powerfully slashed her across her body. The female bandit dropped her lance and then she dropped also her blood staining the ground. Garith stood over her with a face of regret and sadness he didn’t really want to kill anyone but he guessed he had to.
Garith smiled a bit when he noticed that Clair had arrived with more troops he was glad to that she her safe and sound he had worried for a moment that the people he had met before had gotten hurt. That reminded him about Valcrist he wanted to find the blacksmith so he could help him in the fight and because he figured Valcrist was a friend. Garith quickly pulled Fenrir out of the ground placed the broadsword in its sheath on his back and then began running, Uprising in hand looking for Valcrist. It was shocking for Garith to see not one but two dragons fighting the bandits he wanted to stop for a moment and watch them he had never seen dragons before but he wanted to hurry on. He got even more distracted and came to a complete stop when he noticed a red haired girl or should he say red haired pegasus rider with Clair’s group. He wondered who that was and more importantly he was wondering how she got mixed up into all this mess. Garith’s face began turning red as he thought how pretty she was but then quickly began focusing again on the task at hand finding Valcrist. He figured he had to talk to her later and hopefully he wouldn’t chicken out. Garith looked around for his friend running past all the battles going on around him. He had also heard Richter shouting some orders and heard explosions but kept his focus on Valcrist.
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