The Herald
Herald
Voice of the Heavens Tyrannical Mouthpiece
"PEACE THROUGH WAR."
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Post by The Herald on Nov 26, 2011 17:32:46 GMT -6
The Herald was just exiting his wagon, being ushered into his temporary living quarters, when there was a loud explosion from the other side of town. The Herald could not help but jump, and he turned to look at the fire and smoke billowing up from the wall of the city, but he quickly recomposed himself so as to remain as a rock-steady symbol for his men.
"WHAT HAS HAPPENED?" the Herald asked. He spoke calmly and surely. Was Richter's army attacking? Were they trying to break him out? He could not allow that.
After a few minutes of confusion, a pudgy looking man ran up to the Herald. He was dressed in the clothing of a church official. Panting, he bowed to the Herald as he addressed him, but he could have bowing in exhaustion. "My Eminence," gasped the man. He make a point of not looking his superior in the eye. "One...one of the northern guard towers has just gone down, but the enemy is nowhere to be seen. A messenger from Low Officer Alranus told me to tell you that the doors have been sealed, but this new event has created a hole in the wall that must be addressed. He also told me to tell you he has begun to send out a search party in case the traitor did indeed make it out through the new exit."
The Herald remained quiet for a time as his old eyes focused on the smoke on the horizon. Then, he turned back to the churchman and nodded.
"THANK YOU FOR IMPARTING THIS INFORMATION TO ME. REST ASSURED, THE TRAITOR WILL NOT ESCAPE. TELL THE LOW OFFICER'S MESSENGER TO DOUBLE THE SEARCH PARTIES. IF RICHTER ABEND HAS ESCAPED, HE IS NOT ALONE. ANY OF HIS AGENTS MUST BE CAPTURED AND BROUGHT TO JUSTICE."
The man nodded and scuffled off, but the Herald remained stoic, a grim look on his face. How Richter Abend managed to pull these escapes off, he would never know, but this time, it would be different. He would make sure of it.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 26, 2011 18:21:58 GMT -6
Richter heard the crunching of feet against the dirt and grass as he wiped some soot off of his face. Four soldiers were approaching them at a quick pace.
"Soldiers, what happened here?" shouted one of the men, coming to a halt a couple of feet away from the two downed men. "Did the prisoner do this? Did the traitor come through here?" Richter, clutching his head, allowed two of the Etrurian soldiers to help him to his feet.
"I...I can't remember," mumbled Richter, swaying from side to side as the soldiers helped stabilize him. "It all...happened so fast. I was running my rounds and then this pink haired man came running up to me, shouting about how h-he...would kill all of us, and before I could make a move to stop him, there...was...was this massive explosion." The Ilian paused for effect. "The next thing I know I was face down in the grass with that fire raging behind me." One of the soldiers patted him on the back.
"You did a good job," said another soldier. "Most men wouldn't have survived a blast like that."
"The Low Officer wants us to go look for the traitor, so you two," said the first, pointing to Richter and the mystery soldier, "you come with us. We're going to be scouting out the woods." Richter shook his head. "Alright, let's go."
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 27, 2011 18:33:00 GMT -6
After what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, Wyatt reached the end of the tunnel. Thankfully, the thieves den was still empty...well empty of living residents. He looked about the bloody and demolished room, and sighed. Man, did he really do all of this? That was totally insane. Sitting down against a wall he took a wine skin from one of the corpses, draining it's contents with a refreshed sigh. That felt good...alcohol in the system. Man, he never thought he'd miss it so much. And something to eat tonight that wasn't mushrooms, gods that would be heavenly.
He looked about the room and started to plan. How was he going to get out of this mess? It's true they hadn't found him...yet. But this axe was gonna stand out, and he wasn't going to leave it here. Not to mention that being found here was going to give him away if anyone walked in. Standing up he looked about the room for something to help him. Crates of stolen goods, mostly crappy weapons and armor, and the occasional fixture. Not really much he could use...wait.
Springing to action, Wyatt grabbed a rather large burlap sack from one of the corners. Obviously used to transport their 'goods'. He began moving through the crates, grabbing whatever weapons he could find and throwing them, sheath and all, into the sack. He attempted to keep it orderly, and buried his Magma Axe under a bunch of common pieces of crap.
Perfect! With his smith's gear, all the burns and scars he had from his actual training, and these proof of his 'work' (Though it sickened him to call these his) he could make a damn good disguise! If he waited until things settled down a little bit, he might be able to just walk right out of the south gates.
This would work.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 28, 2011 2:43:08 GMT -6
Clair heard Derick, but her attention was immediately drawn to the man stepping down from the wagon. It was him. The Prophet's Herald. The man spoke well enough to bind his audience as with a spell. He stood with a bearing enviable of the noblest of lords or the highest of generals. Mighty "Voice of the Prophet". The highest of Etruria's military tribunes. Butcher of Ostia. Stealer of Peace. Iron Fist of the Inquisitorial Army.... And the man who had order Richter's execution, her own, and any of the men that had been traveling with them. High Commander Arriston had ben under this man's orders when he'd tried to burn them alive in the rebuilt chapel at Salvation Point.
The sword over her shoulder called to her hand. Her fingers felt an itch for the handle. Her keen edged Killer Lance would feel better than the iron sword she was wearing now, but she'd make do with what she had..... Except the chance would never present itself. The Herald was surrounded by guards. Likely a few cuts above the rank and file. Reaching him would prove difficult, and escape would be impossible. It hurt to do so, but she had to put him aside.
She had more resting on her shoulder than killing one old Etrurian general. Illia needed its people alive, and she aimed to be there for her country. Every time it needed her. That, and she had a responsibility to get out of here alive. With her people. Garith had already fallen behind; he looked to be in tough shape, but there wasn't much she could do to help him without exposing herself, and the other two. Not at this time at least.... She tried not to think about what would happen if if he let himself get engaged by the guards chasing him.... There would be time to mull over events in the future. For now, the Falcoknight forced herself to focus on keeping them alive, rather than retribution.
Clair grimaced a bit as she looked on the gathering of riders. They were about to head out the gate to... be on hand. Derick was here, but he had a gash cut into his face. She hadn't noticed that before, in the confusion. Cefia was present as well, with her own minor injuries. Again, Garith had fallen behind, being pursued by enemies. Right then and there, Clair decided she would never ever bring a team with her on stealth missions again. No matter what difficulties were involved.
A thousand thoughts seemed to be mashing their way through her head. Kill the Herald, steal some horses, blend with the town, go through the side door by the gate.
Everything seemed to have something negative involved as well though. Too many guards, pursuit would follow then for sure, Derick's sword gash, plus the fact that the Etrurians would be looking for anyone suspicious. Clair was fairly certain that she shouldn't expect any more blending this trip, by her companions.... The side door, however....
There was a watchtower nearby which would be able to see them as they went out to the trees. If the watchtower went silent however, then the side door would be open for them to slip through.
"I've changed my mind." She sounded a frustrated as she spoke quietly. "We might get some horses eventually, but not these horses." The truth was, she'd lost faith in the people with her. She left them for a moment, and the first thing they did was go and get beaten up. That, and they'd seemed uncomfortable with the idea of riding before hand.
"We won't be blending easily with that face cut," Clair said, gesturing lightly to Derick's face. "We could either try to get it fixed to blend in better, or we could kill the watchtower near the gate -Quietly- and slip out the way we came in."
Clair looked at the structure. It wasn't far at all, but sound didn't carry well from inside walls. And it couldn't have more than five soldiers in it. Probably fewer. The Falcoknight hated the idea of being caged in the city, and this was probably the best bet at getting away without being detected, as far as she knew. "There won't be many inside. These towers aren't all that big. And we can hit it while they're watching the cavalry move out."
It wasn't hard to figure which idea the Blond haired Illian favored, but this really was a question for thoughts from the others. If they could get Derick's face fixed, Cefia's injury wouldn't be hard to explain away, so there was a chance of success either way.
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Post by Cefia on Nov 28, 2011 16:35:52 GMT -6
Before Cefia knew it, she was being lead away by Clair. That was fine and all, with everything so chaotic the stealth approach hardly seemed to work. Still quite fine and she was strangely at peace even though the situation made it seem as though all of them can fall dead at any moment. Yes, the most troubling factor was that she was at peace, didn't people that were about to die always seem that way?
No, she had to focus on surviving, she had been through worse... Maybe not but she'll think that way to boost her morale. She analyzed the situation and found that their option were limited. Really, stealth wasn't going to work... Clair's suggestion snapped her out of her own thoughts.
"There are times when makeshift bandages are needed to secure a wound around the face, the reasons are even outrageous at times but plenty possible, that is if he does not mind being blind for a few moments while we escort him to a safer position," she suggested. This was all she could add in such a short time.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Nov 28, 2011 17:48:56 GMT -6
"I've changed my mind." Derick watched the commander carefully as she spoke, something was distracting her, and she also seemed moody. "We won't be blending easily with that face cut," Derick hung his head in shame, without his lance, he was virtually useless in a straight up fight, he would be a tag along for awhile. He lightly fingered the cut, it was a cosmetic wound, but a deep one. It might heal in time, but for now there was no quick fix to healing it.
"There are times when makeshift bandages are needed to secure a wound around the face, the reasons are even outrageous at times but plenty possible, that is if he does not mind being blind for a few moments while we escort him to a safer position,"
Derick stared at Cefia, where did that come from?! "Cefia, since when do you talk..." He let the sentence drop off, he needed to focus. "I haven't got a weapon...so that plan's as good as any." Derick shrugged carelessly, but he was fuming. If he got another shot at the Etrurians while he had his lance, he was going to make them pay dearly for all of this inconvenience.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 28, 2011 19:30:52 GMT -6
Falling in step behind the the soldier, Richter could only glance at his armored companion, smirking silently under his helmet. Searching the forest? Really? It was like these Etrurians were practically walking them to freedom. After they'd reach the forest, Richter would just cut down the rest of the soldiers and both he and the still mysterious man could run to relative safety. Herald wouldn't even know what hit them.
"So where did you get the sword, soldier?" asked whom Richter assumed to be the commander of the small group of soldiers. "It's clearly not standard issue." He had looked over his shoulder to address Richter, but had not stopped walking. "I found it sir," replied the Ilian, "in a back alley behind a tavern. It looked too valuable to be sitting there, so I thought I'd hold onto it until I could submit it to my superior officer." Richter thought it was a decent story, but from the look the soldier gave him, apparently it wasn't.
"Behind a tavern? But you said you were on your rounds..." The soldier stopped the posse with a raised hand, swiveling to face Richter. "Who is your commanding officer?" The Ilian hesitated.
"We report directly to the Herald," Richter's armored companion spoke, picking up for Richter. "Special agents. We've been dispatched to find the traitor. He escaped from our grasp just a few moments ago." The soldier's brow furrowed. "But you said-" "Need to know basis." replied the man, but the soldier-commander seemed unconvinced.
But as the two men stared each other down, a third soldier ran up. "Sir," he said, saluting the first. "New report just in. The traitor has been spotted with a man disguised as an Etrurian soldier." The first soldiers eyes widened in surprise and anger. "Low Officer Alranus wanted this information to be dispersed as quickly as possible." The commander drew his sword, pointing it at Richter and his companion.
"It's the traitor!" he cried. "Kill them!"
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Nov 29, 2011 16:43:39 GMT -6
Alright calm down, think straight, find a way out of this Garith thought as he jumped out of the way of a lance's tip. He had just got out of one fight and into another. He had to think of a way out of this so he wouldn't end up dead. As he tried to dodged another lance, Garith grabbed it with his free right hand as it slashed his right side, he then dragged the man closer to himself so he could then end him.
Garith finished the soldier by stabbing him in the chest piercing his heart. As the man dropped to the ground Garith noticed that the guards seemed to be pushing through a sea of civilians as they ran through the streets like a herd of sheep from a wolf. Garith took this moment and sheathed his sword and ran as fast as he could. As he ran he noticed man caring a folded up cloak in his arms.
Garith snatched the cloak from the man and quickly threw it on. He had to make sure Fenrir was covered though the hilt of the broadsword was still poking out of the cloak. The blue haired boy fixed this by throwing the hood over his face and kept running. He wasn't sure there were any people in here besides guards and soldiers but it was welcome. Now he had to find the Commander, Derick and Pirate Lady.
It wasn't long before Garith had found them, as he approached them he took off the hood so they wouldn't think he was someone coming after them or something. Derick and the Pirate Lady didn't look well, luckily for Garith he was able to get away with barely a scratch for once.
"Commander I'm here and ready to help," Garith said to Commander Feldsky as he then looked to Derick and Pirate Lady.
"What happened with you two?" He asked with a questioning look. It seemed they got the rough side of things as they looked beat up and worn out.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Nov 30, 2011 21:57:37 GMT -6
Wrap bandages over Derick's face? She didn't like that idea, and it showed on her face. It would give an excuse for his injury, but it would blind him as well, eliminating any chance of running if they were discovered, unless they were willing to sacrifice the soldier to get away. The Falcoknight wasn't. Not as long as there was a chance for his escape, at least.
She was disappointed that the others were leaning towards blending in. While it was technically a possibility, Clair wasn't sure she was willing to let herself be caught in this cage of a city, where every exit would be checkpointed. If she was to stop and consider, she might realize that the others were only put into greater danger by her presence. They were relatively unknown, and would be able to slip out the gates. The Herald had seen her before though. In fact, she'd actually caught his interest in the brief meeting between Abend, and the Prophet's High Inquisitor. The longer she stayed in this city, the more chance for detection to occur. Even if the soldiers wouldn't know her, she wasn't going to risk it by staying.
They were joined by Garith as Clair decided her course of action. This would be better handled alone.
"Cross the street, and loiter around the base of the watch tower. Just watch the Herald's caravan, or something natural. I'll be there in a few moments." Clair paused, and turned back to the group. "If I've not joined you in fifteen or twenty minutes, you'll need to figure up your own plan to get out.... Just keep out from under people's feet."
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 30, 2011 23:53:01 GMT -6
Richter cursed under his breath as the five soldiers brandished their lances. Between him and his partner in crime, Richter wasn't worried about taking down the soldiers. No, the danger came from the soldier's alarming warcry. Even if they did dispatch this group of Etrurians, the two of them wouldn't be able to stand against the might of the Herald's combined forces. If they wanted time to escape, this would have to be quick and painless.
The soldiers were fighting to kill, not to capture, which meant that the Herald wasn't dancing around anymore. He wanted the rebel commander dead, which meant Richter couldn't hold back if he wanted to survive.
Richter drew the axe he had fastened to his waist, while his armored companion whirled into action, brandishing his claymore and, without hesitation, brought it down on one of the guards's heads. With a loud clang and a vicious crack, the heavy blade tore through the man's iron helmet, cleaving into his skull. The soldier's blood gushed from his head. The sight was so sudden and so gruesome, the other soldiers froze with fear, but filling their thoughts with Elimine and the Prophet, redoubled their efforts.
In response, the pink haired Ilian flung his arm out at the closest soldier, attempting to wedge his axe into the man's head, but his strike was stopped by another Etrurian's polearm. Having blown open Richter's guard, the first soldier stepped in, thrusting his spear at the Ilian's midsection. Richter spun around the thrust, the spear tip cutting through his shirt and narrowly missing his gut, before landing his axe in the shoulder of his attacker.
Meanwhile, his armored companion was busy fending off two soldiers of his own, parrying and dodging repeated strikes and thrusts in an attempt to gain the upper hand. But these men were well trained, and unlike the guards in the tower, they weren't as easy to overcome as Richter had first expected.
Backing up and staring down the two soldiers before him, Richter took a deep breath. He hoped Clair and Wyatt were alright. They'd be overrun soon.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Dec 3, 2011 1:04:45 GMT -6
Noting the patterns of movement in the street, Clair fell into place with a crowd which spanned the place between the caravan plaza, and the watch tower. Even with a weapon peaking over her shoulder, the height and density of the crowd swallowed her up almost immediately. Especially with how she was moving in such an indirect route. Before long, she was parked in the crowd, near the watch tower.
It was hard for her to actually see over the heads in the crowd, but she did make out the gates nearby opening as the troop of cavalry they'd seen earlier rode out. She made her move as the gates were being closed, when everyone's attention was on the gates.
Clair pulled open the door to the guardhouse as silently as she could and entered quickly. Inside, she could see two armored, helmeted figures peering out the tower. They were likely watching the cavalry that had just exited the city. The Falcoknight drew her sword out quietly, the soft scrape of the blade on leather the only sound she was concerned with. These guards were the weak link in the chain of vigilance wrapping the city. Eliminate them, and a piece became open for exploitation. She was ready to act. Ready to snuff out their very lives in exchange for increased safety of her and the ones with her, but part of her still wanted to see if there was another way. Some way to spare the two. Fighting the enemy on the battlefield was one thing. Facing them in their homes was something completely different. Her mind wracked itself for potential answers, trying to find a way to disable the sentries silently. Until one started to turn, and that was it.
Clair was off like a shot, bringing her weapon around and lodging it in the back of the neck of the one who hadn't moved yet. The sickening sound of crunching bone could be heard over the sound of the blood spilling over the sentry's armor plating. The man who'd started turning didn't fair much better, as the white clad Falcoknight actually punched her left fist into his mouth as he opened it to call out. Her hand was on fire. The front to knuckles felt like they'd been busted on a rock while being stabbed on a short blade of some kind, but all told, the man was probably in worse shape. As the first body fell to the ground, it helped pull her sword free, which she brought up the the throat of the second before dragging it.
More blood. Clair couldn't remember feeling this bloody. It was killing the guards. Deep down, Clair knew that valuing the life of an Etrurian sentry over that of a soldier on the battlefield was wrong, but things felt different on the war zone. There, you were facing off against an enemy. One who was similarly engaged with you. Here, she hadn't been willing to take the risk of them alerting anyone, and had acted preemptively.... Did that make it ok? Now wasn't the time to decide.
The Illian pulled her hand free of her enemy's mouth, bringing a pair of incisors with it. She flinched a bit as she removed them from her hand. That was disgusting, and she couldn't think of anyone who would argue the point with her. She eased up the stairs, and found the second floor empty of guards. She'd expected at least one more, but with all the chaos which had happened recently, things could easily become somewhat disorganized.
Peeking out the window for herself, she saw the cavalry heading up the road in either direction. Probably meaning to check and see if anyone had escaped that way recently. Time to skedaddle, before they turned around. Heading back downstairs, she grabbed a lightbrown cloak off the wall to hide the mess she'd gotten into, slung it around her shoulders, and started looking for her group to appear near the tower. As she waited, she put her sword away and plunged her hand into what was left of her vulnerary, feeling the solution going to work on her injured fist. The bleeding slowed, and stopped, but that was it for her medicine. She just let the bag fall on the ground, rather than picking it back up.
There they are. Clair had spotted them. Derick, Cefia, and Garith were out, waiting for her nearby. Time to slip out the front door. Or the side passage rather.
She exited the tower and found them soon enough, brown cloak flapping lightly behind her. "Let's head for the side door. Same place we came in.... Not to quickly."
OoC: Apologies for assuming you are all there at the end. No one replied though, so I figured I'd move us along. Someone care to slip us out the side door? Possibly point us at the woods?
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Dec 3, 2011 9:03:20 GMT -6
Derick shivered slightly as they stood waiting for Clair. The battlefield was still absolute chaos, by having Cefia, Garith, and himself spread out along the wall, nobody even took notice of them, it was perfect. Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before the soldier's gave up their chase of...whatever they were chasing, and started to look for other targets. He beckoned for Cefia and Garith to follow him just as Clair reappeared. She had changed into a more subtle cloak, but it looked as though she had just fastened over her previous apparel, Derick decided to disregard it and just listen.
"Let's head for the side door. Same place we came in.... Not to quickly."
Derick turned and glanced at the battlefield once again, time was short, soldiers were starting to calm themselves and mill about, Derick almost made eye contact with one of them. "Right...Let's get moving." The path to the side door was straightforward, literally. Derick took the lead and the group worked its way swiftly along the wall.
As they rounded a corner, the side gate came into view. Mercifully, any guards stationed there had rushed off towards guard tower, no doubt to survey the damage and secure the area. Derick unbarred the door and kicked it open, ushering the others through before departing themselves. We're out of the woods... Derick smirked at his own joke as he started running towards into the trees to retrieve his gear. It was payback time.
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The Herald
Herald
Voice of the Heavens Tyrannical Mouthpiece
"PEACE THROUGH WAR."
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Post by The Herald on Dec 4, 2011 8:02:16 GMT -6
The Herald sat in his quarters, his chin resting on his fist. He remained quiet, but disturbed. He had meant for this to be a simple trip and a single, meaningful execution, but these new events distressed him. The senseless death and chaos the traitor left in his wake was bad enough, but knowing he was doing so in brightest Etruria was enough to set the Herald's teeth on edge.
The Herald, despite what many of his enemies may think, did not enjoy violence. The crying and clanging of war churned his stomach, and the death of men made him melancholic, but he, like any faithful follower of Saint Elimine should, took whatever steps he deemed necessary in order to ensure the peace of the Saint and her Prophet spread like wildfire throughout the hearts and minds of the people of Elibe.
This is why he became especially distressed when he heard a rumble from outside his window, sounds to which the aging but powerful man could not help but be interested in. Getting up from his chair, the Etrurian speaker made his way to his balcony door, and, throwing the paneled doors open, was greeted with an unnerving sight.
Chaos had struck the once peaceful Etrurian city. Soldiers were running about the streets barking and shouting while Etrurian citizens were ushered inside. The voices among the din were near unintelligible, but there was one thing he heard over and over again: The traitor had been found.
Looking out from his balcony, the Herald could see that, beyond the wall, a group of Etrurian soldiers were battling with each other. That must be Richter Abend. But from his perch he could also see another figure skirting off into the forest. No doubt it was up to no good.
"CALM YOURSELVES, MEN. THERE IS NO REASON TO PANIC. DO NOT LET RICHTER ABEND SOW DISCORD IN YOUR HEART. STEEL YOURSELVES, ALL OF YOU, AND APPREHEND HIM. HE CANNOT STAND AGAINST OUR FAITH."
The Herald spoke in his booming, powerful voice, and as he did, nearby soldiers instantly began to listen in order to take away some of the Herald's wisdom and courage.
"ANYONE CAUGHT LEAVING THE CITY AT THIS TIME IS NO DOUBT AN AGENT OF ABEND AND A TRAITOR TO THE MESSAGE OF SAINT ELIMINE. I WANT ALL OF THEM APPREHENDED IMMEDIATELY."
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Post by Cefia on Dec 4, 2011 21:26:09 GMT -6
Cefia was glad that another plan unfolded. She was fine as long as she made it out of the mess unscathed. It really wasn't a bad day if all the espionage and getting caught wasn't there. She glanced down at her axes but kept them by her side. It was still safer, she hated the idea of fighting there way through and she hardly felt she had the luck to survive such an ordeal but that was why she kept her axes.
As they passed through the side door, she felt a sort of relief. Than a confusion. Was all of them really there? Wasn't this mission to retrieve someone?
As she saw Derick rush off, she followed close behind. Best to stick together. Yet why this man? If it was some maternal instinct kicking in, she felt her life dwindling down.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Dec 5, 2011 16:31:45 GMT -6
Derick scavenged through the trees, following a grouped set of footsteps sunk into the snow. He stopped as a particular view resonated in his memory, and he glanced carefully around the clearing. He took a few searching steps, then made a beeline for the tree stump that he had buried his armor next to. He unearthed his leather underarmor and his plates, and shook the snow off of them vigorously. He unfastened his traveling cloak and shivered in his briefs as he placed it over the stump. He had hated being so exposed, but wearing leather clothes could have given him away earlier. He hastily pulled on his leather trousers, and was preparing to put on his shirt when a branch cracked behind him.
"Wha--" he ducked, found his lance in the snow, and whirled around, pointing his lance in the direction of the sound...it was only Cefia. But that means...Derick's face reddened as he realized what might of transpired. He began putting on his shirt and addressed Cefia weakly, "H-hey...uhm...how long have you...been standing there..?" He reached for his armor and started buckling it on much quicker than usual.
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