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Post by Elysse on Jul 10, 2013 13:58:26 GMT -6
The sheath of her sword bounced annoyingly against her thigh, and she suspected if she were to pull her trousers up, there would be a huge red mark there from the repeated friction. The soles of her feet ached, even though the inside leather of her boot was soft and supple. Her backpack was rubbing against the portion of her skin that her shirt didn't cover. The hot sun caused her hair to be plastered to her neck with sweat, even though it was tied up. In short, Elysse was miserable. She had no idea how long she had been walking for today, but judging by the sun, it was about four hours. Walking eight hours every day for the past three days was showing its wear on her now, she assumed. She wished briefly that she had accepted her father's offer to take their old dappled mare with her. Then, at least, she probably would've gotten to a city, or something. Three days without human interaction, even for someone who was generally quiet, was a sort of torture.
Elysse found herself half-wishing that some bandits would come along, if only to let her practice her rusty swordsmanship, or use her dry throat to say something other than the directions she mumbled to herself while looking at the map. Any company, really, would be fine. She would even take a few non-hostiles. It was frustrating, she thought, to be walking for days in what she assumed was a straight line, (dear goodness, she hoped it was a straight line; she couldn't stand the thought of walking all of this time just to end up back home), and still not have seen anything. No cities, not even a small town. She was so bored, and so alone, but it had been her choice to walk this way.
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Post by Jason on Jul 11, 2013 14:13:00 GMT -6
Jason was wandering along the road, he had no idea where he was going at all. In fact at this point he had no idea where he was, he'd dropped his map in a river along the way, he'd not encountered anyone in a while so he was hoping that he could find his way into town so he could continue towards his objective of being a half competent swordsman. He saw somebody with purple hair in the distance and shouted ahead, Hey mister! Do you know the way to the nearest town?" He waited for a response.
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Post by Jason on Jul 16, 2013 23:21:56 GMT -6
Jason continued to ran towards the person he saw before starting to feel awkward about calling the person 'mister' as it was quite clear from seeing her face that she was female. He was awkwardly scratching the back of his head "Um, excuse me miss would you know the way to the nearest town? he said with a sheepish chuckle hoping she didn't hear him call her mister.
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Caleb
Myrmidon
The child genius who believes in the right thing - Caleb,
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Post by Caleb on Jul 17, 2013 17:55:52 GMT -6
Bursting from the forest, a teen with an Iron Sword tripped over a pebble as he ran passed the final tree. "OUCH!" He exclaimed, landing right on his face. Seeing two people down the road, he started to yell. "HELP ME!" He screamed, running towards the two. He as he got closer to the two, it was recognizable that he had green hair and blue eyes, wearing a weird robe of some sort...
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Post by Jason on Jul 19, 2013 0:14:58 GMT -6
Before he got an answer from the stranger he heard a commotion behind him. It was a green haired boy about his age and he was yelling for help. "What do you need help with?" Jason had to wonder what this guy was shouting about although today was the first time in a while he'd had any human interaction since dropping his map into a lake.
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Caleb
Myrmidon
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Post by Caleb on Jul 19, 2013 19:07:14 GMT -6
"Br-brigands... They're after me!" Caleb explained. "And not just a few... A whole gang of them." He then introduced himself, but before the others could introduce themselves, thieves started pouring out of the forest. Seven, to be exact. Caleb picked up his sword, then screaming, "No, oh gods, no! They've caught up! Should we run or fight?"
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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 Jul 21, 2013 15:20:38 GMT -6
"Elimine, this is misery..." Derick trudged along the road, forcing one foot to move ahead of the other, every step feeling a chore. His eyes narrowed to slits as he scanned the horizon. It was a futile gesture, he could hardly see anything under this blazing sun with his head aching like a cramped muscle. Grimacing, Derick lowered his head and forced himself to keep walking as a stray hand adjusted the cloth tied around his forehead. After three days of wandering across unmarked wilderness, Derick had been glad to find the road, but after two days on the road, he hadn't seen a soul...I'm Derick Lussuria, a deserter from the Bernese army, and I'm lost on the other side of the world... Derick thought numbly. At least he could remember who he was, his friend Cefia had suffered much worse from head injuries. Truth be told...things could be a lot worse. A week ago, he had been dragged along on some pirate raid with his companion, Cefia. As they made land at the island, however, a wave had struck their rowboat. That was the last he could remember after waking up on some forgotten beach with a load of debris from broken ships. Maybe some of the other rowboats hadn't been as lucky...I hope Cefia's alright... The other ships' misfortune had been Derick's good luck, among the wreckage he had found a full waterskin and some salted meat from some mystery animal. There was no replacing his Bernese armor though...his current attire was a mix between his leather garments he had worn under his armor and some additions he had appropriated from the wreckage. His other belongings were lost, save for his javelins. The most devastating loss had been his lance. It had been worn, and was delicately constructed to begin with, but it was what he was familiar. Derick's frown deepened as his hand clenched around the...thing he was using as a walking stick. It was a lance...he supposed, it had a thin haft and was constructed of light metal, as his previous lance was...but the tip...or the lack of one. The haft was connected to a two foot blade that hooked slightly at the end, similar to the blade of a sabre. Its balance was similar, but the point was fairly blunt, it seemed to be built for slashing instead of stabbing, a rather foreign concept for a lance. Derick put the weapon out of mind, grinning as another glance up rewarded him with a glimpse of a forest.
Derick selected a fallen tree with a nice cushion of moss growing on top of it to sit on as he drained some water from his waterskin and attempted to eat more of the salted meat. The tree was located in a small clearing, Derick scanned the area for any signs of life, but his search was fruitless. Nevertheless, Derick smiled, his headache was already receding now that he was out of the glaring mid-day sunlight. He could still make decent time today by traveling through the forest, so long as he kept track of where the road was. With a last pull from the waterskin, Derick stood, a smile forming on his face despite the circumstances, it was really only a matter of time before he found--"HELP ME!" The scream echoed slightly, seeming to come from further down the road, but at the edge of the road. Derick turned towards the noise reflectively, and began hurriedly packing up his belongings. Someone was in trouble.
Derick ran through the forest, avoiding a full sprint. There were advantages to this new armor, he made much less noise, and being accustomed to moving in full armor allowed him to withstand the strain of a sustained run much easier. A glimpse of movement ahead and the sound of snapping twigs made him stop abruptly. With that much noise, it was several men, Derick moved to the edge of the forest. Brigands. Derick discarded his supplies and readied his javelins as he watched them move out of the woods. There was a group of them, but no more than ten...they handled their weapons clumsily, one of the axeman nearly cut himself as he sprinted out of the woods. Derick might be able to handle them but with that many...There! Derick frowned as he noticed a second group on the road. Two kids with weapons stood on the road, with another running toward them holding a book of some sort. Kids? They're your own age! Derick chided himself. The bandits were clearly in pursuit of the book-holder, Derick picked his side, those people on the road were under attack. He frowned down at his choice of lances as an oddly familiar itch started in the back of his brain. "Close the distance with a javelin or two and then..." a faint gasp escaped Derick's lips as a surge of pleasure overtook his thoughts. A battle...killing...so long Light breathing became heavy as sweat coated Derick's brow. "N-no...can't lose control.....I need to..." His breathing became ragged, his addiction to violence manifested more strongly after remaining untapped for those long days at sea. He grabbed three javelins, strapped his blade-lance to his back, and left the rest with his supplies. He had to stay in control, lest he do something reckless or kill those I'm trying to save... With a growl for that last thought, Derick focused himself, hurled a javelin, and took a sword-wielding mercenary in the rear of the group in the spine.
[OOC note: The blade lance is just a cosmetic change to the slim lance in inventory]
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Caleb
Myrmidon
The child genius who believes in the right thing - Caleb,
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Post by Caleb on Jul 21, 2013 17:06:29 GMT -6
Caleb saw Derick attack one of the brigands. "Time to escape..." He whispered to himself. He sliced through a brigand and started running, with his sword in one hand and book in the other. As he ran down the road, he noticed half the brigands were still following him. Knowing he couldn't fight alone, he ran into the woods and backtracked to the three strangers, ready to fight to the end. If I can't get this to her, especially if these brutes get it, we're in trouble. He thought aloud, then glaring at the brigand he was planning on attacking first.
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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 Jul 24, 2013 14:17:12 GMT -6
OOC: Been three days, so I'm posting to keep things moving. I'm happy to adjust my post if I'm screwing things up.
Derick grinned uneasily as the mercenary went down to his second javelin. His hand shook as he readied his third javelin. Fighting...death...feels right... He shook his head impatiently, he could almost hear Commander Feldsky scolding his lack of self-control during their sparring session. "COUSIN?! You dasterd! YAAARRGH!" Derick was suddenly aware of heavy footsteps close behind him. alarmingly close behind him...With no room for another thought, Derick let his legs go slack, he slumped down to the ground in a heap just as an object rushed over his head. With a cry of alarm, Derick clumsily rolled away from the source of commotion. After a tense second, he rose, feeling the haft of the blade-lance on his back creak as he did so. "I'm gonna kill ya!" a gruff voice screamed in rage. Derick looked up, his eyes taking in the chubby man wearing only a loincloth before he launched his last javelin at him with a snarl. The bandit easily sidestepped the throw and watched it sail by, "pah, s' that all ya--ARGH!" Derick was on the attack, blade-lance thrashly wildly and inexpertly as he brought the bandit down to the ground. Any preconceptions of strategy and fighting smart were out the window as Derick hacked at the man. The wild attack had startled the bandit, and his axe had fallen out of a loose grip. After what felt like an hour, Derick rose from the bloody wrestling match, breathing heavily in the throes of his bloodlust. He bared his teeth as he probed the knife wound he had taken near his ribcage. His head jerked up at the approach of another body. He moved past Derick wielding his sword and carrying a book on the outside of his pack. a book...
Derick gasped as a sensation akin to being dunked in ice water washed down his body working from his head to his toes, the pain was incredible. At least I didn't pass out this time... Derick thought ruefully as he followed the mercenary. His body and head ached from the remnants of his frenzy, "no time for that..." Derick's eyes narrowed as he closed on a tall bandit who had adopted a clumsy stance with his sword. I wish we weren't so evenly matched... Derick thought lamely as his hands tightened on the unfamiliar lance. They clashed, Derick's jaw tightened as iron bounced off his spear haft. The blade lance felt like an entirely new weapon, but the lance's ancient advantage over the sword held true even with this new spear-head. Tension gave way to a grin as the blade of Derick's lance dove past the bandit's ineffective block. "W-we need to g-get over to the o-o-others!" he cried to his ally, we all need each other's help equally... a grim thought that overrode his need to kill, to lose himself in blood.
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jul 24, 2013 16:18:41 GMT -6
Mel watched the small little spat at a safe distance from up in a tree, her chin resting on her palm comfortably. It had been long enough since she had left Bern, and she didn't plan on returning for a nice long while. Either way, running from Joel or just keeping out of the whole sticky situation this battle was more than amusing. The blond had come charging out of the woods like a cork from a bottle, ready to save the other three.
Needless to say it was slightly impressive, if only a little. There were always so many bandits and brigands, fighting them all was never much of a feat. Yet after they were all done and nicely tired she could descend on them in a flurry and strip them down to their underclothes, delightfully amusing and effective. She swung her legs lazily and continued to watch the show, taking a large bite from her apple and snickering at one of them stumbling over his feet.
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Caleb
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Post by Caleb on Jul 24, 2013 19:24:51 GMT -6
Caleb didn't give it a second thought when the mysterious warrior said to fall back. He ran to his "allies," quickly noticing the wounds the warrior had obtained. "Are you okay? We should get to safety. L-" Caleb was interrupted by an Arcthunder hitting him, making him hit the ground, revealing the book. It was the Book of Naga. "YEOWCH!" Caleb cried. A huge shadow soon appeared above the group Caleb peeked his head around only to see one of the Brigand commanders.
"Crap... Can't... Take another... Hit..." Caleb whimpered.
"And so the vermin is caught." The commander thought aloud. "And with the book. We can make a fortune off this! Destiny is on my side today!" He then started chuckling. "And the tiny boy and his 'fwiends' failed. And dragged miserwable people into this mess." The commander started speaking in baby talk.
"Can we get to the part where, you know..." Caleb asked.
"I was told to bring you in alive. The boss wants to kill you-" The commander was interrupted by Caleb's blade slicing the commander down.
"And that's all you have?" Caleb mocked the man's corpse. He turned to Derrick and the others immediately after, apologizing. "Sorry I had to drag you into this... I am supposed to deliver this to a Priest's wife... My friends came with me, but sacrificed themselves so that this relic gets into the right hands..." Caleb suddenly burst into tears, feeling regret, misery, and lonely.
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Post by Jason on Jul 24, 2013 22:10:09 GMT -6
Jason hit a Brigand in the back with his sword. The Brigand winced momentarily before turning around and looking incredibly pissed. Jason had a dorky grin and was scratched the back of his head with an awkward chuckle "I'm gonna die aren't I?" The Brigand nodded with an aggravated look. "Yeah that's about what I figured." The kid bolted as fast as he could away from the Brigand as he chased after him.
"Well this is a fine predicament isn't it?" Jason said as he jumped over a log and threw a rock at the man's face, he just responded by giving him a funny look. "What? I was running out of ideas!"
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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 Jul 25, 2013 10:44:29 GMT -6
Derick shook his head in response to Caleb's question. The bandit's hunting knife had ripped through Derick's leather armor, but it had been a wild attack, the wound wasn't deep. "I-I've had w-w-worse," he always stuttered when he was on the brink of losing control. Derick forced himself to pause, surveying the situation, most of the bandits were dead, there was a mage approaching Derick and his ally but--did he just throw a rock at the bandit? Derick's eyes travelled between the approaching mage and the boy sheltering behind a dead tree. "F-for crying out...." and then Derick was wind, sprinting towards the boy who was in trouble.
"H-h-hey!..." The yell came out hoarsely, but it was enough to draw the bandit's attention. Derick's vision clouded as he moved along his collision course with the bandit. The bandit responded by charging himself. They collided, exchanging blows. The blade of Derick's lance slid through the bandit's left side as the bandit's axe tore into Derick's left leg. A yell escaped Derick's lips, his mind lay forgotten as lust took over. He pivoted on his right foot while lashing out with the butt of his lance, but the bandit had pivoted as well and knocked the blow away with his hefty axehead as he wound it for a swing. A grin fixed itself on Derick's features as he lurched back on his lame leg, denying the bandit an easy counterattack. Just as planned, the bandit followed through with the swing, high risk, high reward. Derick thrust the lance into the bandit's back. Two cries pierced the air, a cry of pain from the bandit, and a cry of surprise from Derick as his lance snapped in two, leaving him with a splintered stick of wood while the head of his lance lay behind the bandit.
The bandit leered at Derick, hefting his axe. I can't hold back... the thought flashed through Derick's mind in an instant. With a snarl the bandit brought his axe baring down on Derick. Reflexively, Derick flung his arm forward. The splintered end of his spear sank into the bandit's right eye. A scream split the air. It went unheeded by Derick, who stepped inside the falling axe's trajectory and twisted the haft as hard as he could. The screaming intensified, then stopped suddenly as the bandit sank to the ground, Derick watched, glassy eyed with a crazed grin. Then he sank to his knees and slipped into unconsciousness.
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jul 25, 2013 12:11:09 GMT -6
The usual clash played out below her, the men all mechanically retaliating to each mechanical attack with all the rhyme and reason in the world. The show grew dull rather quickly until one of the little worms picked up a rock and tossed it at one of the brutes. Her piercing blue eyes narrowed, and she leaned forward to inspect the situation more closely with a new found interest. He was nearly a good foot taller than her, and looked rather ordinary. More than likely it was a fluke and he had hardly a brain between those ears of his, still...
Mel leaned in a little closer, her grip on the branch staying the same even though she was shifting over her weight. In her mind it worked out differently than gravity and physics dictated, obviously not planning to slip forward and nearly fall out with a sharp cry of surprise. The bark flecked off as her hands scraped against it, as a last resort the girl twisting and straddling the branch, her ankles crossed to keep her from falling. She hung upside down, hair standing up straight and her oddly shaped ears poking out prominently with a soft flush of embarrassment staining them. It was all rather pathetic, and she had a reputation to uphold.
With a little grunt she leaned up and wrapped an arm around the branch, only untwining her legs from around it once she was secure. With a little swing for momentum she rolled into a neat little crouch on the ground, the crying boy had unfortunately caught her attention and not by the silly tears he shed but by what he was holding. A book. Books were nice, information was useful, it was her book now. With a little spring and a good long tread on the fallen golden boy's back the thief leapt forward, charging to the larger green haired boy and tearing the book from him.
Holding the book over her head she sprinted away as quickly as she had come, looking rather pleased with her new find. There was no Joel to tell her no, or to scold her. Everything was just as it should be.
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Caleb
Myrmidon
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Post by Caleb on Jul 25, 2013 13:09:13 GMT -6
"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" Caleb exclaimed, running after the bandit. "Damn you! That book is holy! You have no idea what the heck you're holding!" He cried out to the girl about his height. He chased the girl through the forest, leaving Derrick and his allies in the dust, too worried about the book.
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