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Post by Valcrist on Aug 3, 2014 7:51:20 GMT -6
Well, that was nice of Wyatt. Vouching for him and everything. What's an insurgent team? It seemed that there was something going on here that he just walked up on at the worst time. Or perfect time. It depends on how you viewed it, but from what he could gather there was something about a distraction and something about group that was going to use it as a cover to do something. Something that Wyatt suggested he be in, so it was probably something involving swift movement. Not to brag, but Valcrist was pretty light on his feet. If it was something involving getting in and out quickly, he'd probably be a good fit. Of course something important resting on his shoulders probably gave a bit more pressure than he was used to. After listening to what Richter was saying, since he needed to try to decipher what was going on based on what he was saying, he turned to the smith. Not Wyatt, the other smith. Why were there so many blacksmiths out here?
Ach, he remember Valcrist. Well not his name, as that would be scary since he didn't exactly leave a huge impression back then, but the fact that they've met before and his chosen profession. He was not only given a job but given a task of collecting other people for it, which was a bit surprising. He was taken aback for a moment, but adapted quickly. Well it was what he wanted right? He just expected more then a half second to pass before being given a job. "Twelve people?" Normally that'd be impossible since he doesn't really pay attention to things like that, but he had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with many of the warriors before the fighting began. Then when he was the makeshift commander he had to pay attention to the fighters. So he actually could do that, Richter and he caught a lucky break just now. "Got it."
He hurried off, quickly, his mind quickly jumped around with each person he saw. It was a sea of 'Nah, nah, nah, maybe, nope, perhaps' as he picked the people out. He hurried to one, "You go to Richter, guy with pink hair." He pointed and was off quickly before the man could respond. After about a minute he managed to pick out a handful of soldiers. Even though he relinquished his 'control' to Aaron and then Richter took it over, it seemed that many of the soldiers still were ready to listen to what he said like orders. Ugh. It was helpful and everything right now, but he tried to hand that off for a reason, he wasn't good at organizing men.
He returned to Richter with twelve people, a mixture but he was confident enough in them. He picked out people he remembered standing out to him. Which was what he was supposed to do, right? He didn't say anything, he wasn't sure what he should say. 'These twelve should do?' Eh. Richter didn't seem the type for needless conversation either. So instead he just let him know he's finished his search. "I'm done."
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
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Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Aug 3, 2014 15:49:52 GMT -6
Aaron didn't wait around. He'd never been in an army before, and probably wouldn't enjoy it if he was in one. He didn't need that to be useful here though. He just needed to be able to do his work, and that he could do. He barely gave a word of affirmation before ducking out into the crowd after the red-haired axeman. Aaron didn't join him directly though. In fact, he did everything he could to keep from getting noticed while still following the volcanic fighter. Wyatt was handling the distraction. Aaron was just going to be supporting for now.
Out again came both tomes, and the sage's hands started radiating power as the focuses for his spells after a moment of concentration. With a few words, the sage put his hands together and raised them over his head, causing billowing clouds of fog to rise around them, and obscure the area from distant sight. With a little bit of redirection, he began shooting it ahead, cloaking Wyatt and the battle lines they were approaching in the same fog. It wouldn't stop the arrows, but it would make it more difficult for the attackers to be sure they weren't hurting themselves.
He tried to block out the noise and the fury of the battlefield. When fighting, he respected the instinct that most people used to guide them, and when that battle fervor had access to fire and frost spells, the results could be devastating. This wasn't going to be strictly destructive casting though. It would require cleverness and thought. It took planning on how to make the best use of his skills, and that was hard to concentrate on surrounded by screaming raging warriors.
On that note, Aaron realized something. He needed to move. If someone had pinpointed his location as he was casting then they could be volleying right now, and he wouldn't even know it. Aaron moved away from where he had been, realizing that he really couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't instantly be filled with arrow shafts at any given time. Still, the only easy thing to pick out was the red roaring glow ahead of him: Wyatt's axe still raging atop the battlefield, some distance into the cloud. He headed towards that, though his aim wasn't to get too close. Just close enough to keep him within Aaron's own arcane reach.
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Post by Oya on Aug 4, 2014 9:52:57 GMT -6
"Great", spoke Oya as he looked out over the battlefield. The enemy lines were still holding, despite being assaulted from three different sides. Oya had to give the saceans their props. They were far tougher than any opponent he had battled thus far out at sea. Still their counter assaults were starting to become very annoying. A few of their archers popped off a fight with oya's own bow men. The sacean archer assault caught his men off guard. Their sneak attack took out a good portion of their assault force and forced the remaining archers to fire back at them in retaliation and defense. The two archer copse were not engaged in a deadly shoot off which meant that Oya could no longer call upon their assistance in turning the tide of this battle. To make things worse the catapults were practically off useless as their area of damage was far to wide to be useful in the lines. It would be better for Oya and his boy's if they did not have the oil and stones flying in their direction. For the first time in a while the catapults were silent. Their loads ready to lunch, but their commander held them off for the brief moment. Now the turn of this tide was left to Oya and the infantry as they fought it out with the saceans.
"We need to make them loss ground", spoke Oya to a man standing next to him. "Take a word to my wife to use her magic on the enemy front lines."
"Yes sir", spoke the soldier as he rushed off to deliver the message. Oya's plan was set. if he could press the enemy on all three fronts then he could force them back toward the center of their formation. The enemy back was to the wall and that meant their space was limited. If he could make all three sides give ground then he could force them to bunch together. The greater he pushed the less space they have. Before long they would not even be able to lift their weapons and Oya men could cut them down like grass. A victory in this field meant a victory in the city all together. Once inside the rest of the city would begin to fall. It was like dominoes. If they won on this battlefiled they would win the war.
"Open up I am coming trough", shouted Oya as he rushed forward with Xigshaw in his hand. The pirate was holding back to the third line before, but now he forced his way to the front. The only way he was going to rally his men to victory was if he himself lead the charge. Like a beast Oya tore into the enemy units. The crashing of the two battle lines limited the movement on both sides. This made dodging Oya's wide arching attacks far harder than it was before. Xigshaw smashed into Soldier after soldier with little resistance. With every strike and Xigshaw grew even prouder in itself. The screams of agony and pain pushed the weapon forward as all eyes seemed to shift upon it and its strength.
"Glory to Oya, Glory to the mighty hammer Xigshaw", shouted the pirates as their leader fought on the front lines. With every chant Oya could feel his strength grow ever greater. Xigshaw was pleased with his master and in return showed its favor.
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Aug 5, 2014 0:15:04 GMT -6
Claire was in the process of giving Ciel the command to charge forward when there was an explosion over head. It wasn't long before she regained consensuses as she could feel herself being drug away from the battle field. The explosion had spooked Ciel, it had almost thrown her off of the horse except her foot was caught in the foot rest on the saddle. She was able to get him to stop, then her foot free. Claire sat up rubbing her head, what little make up she put on this morning was ruined as well as her hair being a mess, she knew this was the last place she should be worrying about that but she couldn't help herself. Looking at her hand she saw blood on it, she felt something running down her face so it had to be her own, hopefully it wouldn't leave a scar, inspecting the rest of her body she noticed a few dents in her armor, a few cuts where there wasn't any, but nothing too major.
Claire rose to her feet as she heard some men shouting there was an order to gather at their commander's location. Looking around she saw an abandoned cart with some supplies still on it, everything was intact too. Aaron had a plan to attack their catapults directly, she was only able to take one person with her but maybe that cart could help her bring multiple people. She lead Ciel towards it and started to shove the supplies off of it, hopefully it's owner wouldn't mind her taking it like this but she needed it. It didn't take her long to get it attached to Ciel and began to move towards the rally point.
By time she arrived Aaron had already left following a red haired man, there went the one friend she had here and now she didn't know who to turn to. It was then she saw Valcrist facing a pink haired man, she was wrong she had another person she could call a friend that she could turn to. "Valcrist! Thank goodness you're alright, I found a cart that we can use to transport some people towards their front lines."
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Post by Willow on Aug 6, 2014 18:57:14 GMT -6
"Dismissed."
Use her magic on the front lines? Yes, yes. She'd be sending fear through those savages momentarily. As for actually GOING to the front lines? She'd stay where the mages belonged -- behind the main contingent, ready to fire at will and provide healing and support.
And plus... She could rescue Oya if need be, or any of his brothers and mates. That's what her Rescue staff was for, wasn't it? Good old Nya. Heh, once she and Oya made it through this mess of a siege, she'd make it a point to relax for a bit. Let the seeds within her grow... Maybe Nya'd be lucky, and she'd have a grandchild or two soon. Maybe not.
But as for right now? She had some bandits to terrify.
With a frightening banshee call, Willow unleashed another blast of Luce, watching in satisfaction as the huge 'wave' of golden magic broke over the defenders' lines, instilling terror in their hearts and chilling their fighting spirits.
"Go, Nya's Raiders. Go and bring glory to our fleet! Strike down those damned savages and bring me their heads on their loincloths!"
"Fog? It must be that damn anima mage again. You! You, tell our men to be careful on the flanks. I don't like that fog, see? If it starts getting close or arrows or magic start coming from it, attack it full force! But not unless it attacks us, I don't want any friendly fire. Just watch it! Be careful."
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
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Post by Wyatt on Aug 6, 2014 19:59:19 GMT -6
Wyatt was thankful for the fog Aaron shrouded the battlefield in. The glow of his axe illuminated his path, and probably gathered quite a bit of attention. Still, they weren't firing directly at him, since it was possible the glow in the fog was simply a ruse to draw their attention.
They would be half right.
He could actually see the clash of their forces now, which meant he was near the front lines. Indeed, he could see and hear the clash of steel a scant ten feet in front of him, and he prepared himself for the greatest performance of his life. His eyes scanned back and forth, finding a sudden gap in the line made by a fallen defender. Before the bandit who had struck him down could move in, Wyatt filled in the gap. He raised his axe high as the warrior raised his blade to parry. The soft, glowing light of the axe exploded into a roaring fire, the heat from it evaporating a small circle of the fog around Wyatt as he dropped it like a hammer.
The axe cleaved through blade, armor, flesh and bone, as if there was naught there but air. It slammed into the ground with a crash, and the earth let loose a mighty groan. The crack from where the axe struck spread out, racing along the ground as a fissure of molten fire. A good ten feet forward, it exploded upwards releasing a gout of boiling magma. The lethal spray flew into the second and third lines of the enemy force, so it did not risk hitting any of his own men directly.
The catastrophic explosion caused a moment of distraction in the front lines as soldiers stumbled and paused in awe. Wyatt did not waste any time. He took a deep breath and his voice boomed through the air.
"Who dares to stand before the Lycian Volcano? I, who have reduced the crown jewel of Lycia to a nightmare of cinder and ash! Whole cities burn to the ground in my presence! I have weathered the storm of the Black Dragon of Bern and stand before you to cast you back to your whore Goddesses' side!" he declared, slamming the axe down again and shattering the fog for a good twenty feet around him, as his axe glowed like a bonfire in the twilight.
A second fissure of magma came forth from its contact point, spraying more lethal, liquid flame across the middle of the enemy formation. The lava did not vanish after the use, however. It remained behind, slowly cooling, impeding the movement of the army around it. Those who were splashed by it screamed in agony as it seared the flesh from their bones, a rather horrifying sight.
"Flee or fall before my flame!"
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Dietrich Landrik
Mercenary
GAZE AT MEIN ROLLED SLEEVES, NOOBKOPF
Posts: 81
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Profession: Mercenary Marine
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Profile - Journal
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Dietrich Landrik on Aug 6, 2014 20:10:32 GMT -6
The mighty siege weapons silent due to the raging battle ahead, the crewmen were quick at work to restock their ammunition supplies. A few more bowmen arrived to protect the catapults, but hardly enough to fight off a sizable force. The intense fighting in the field preoccupied most of the archers including the ones ordered to fall to the rear. The few looks Landrik was able to get forward gave him the good impression that they had the prime opportunity to crush many of the Sacaens in the open, but it also meant that they didn't have the firepower to completely batter the defenders down when they were in their walls. This would be a tougher fight than he'd imagine it'd be.
Afforded some time, the spikes were now getting properly implanted into the ground and the defenses looking much more daunting as well as intimidating. Off to the side he saw Berg was now taking it upon his own hands to organize more Gabeons put up as to make battlements for a proper parapet. That was the fellow he knew very well. The man had a lot of leadership potential in him if he really dedicated the time and they had a proper following. Perhaps in the future.
Ahead, a large fog covered the center of the battlefield and it glowed with a red light. Whatever was going on, it was certainly catching a lot of attention - for better or for worse on either side. The archers were closer to the front were starting to fire arrows into the fog towards where the light came from. Was it Richter?
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
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Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Aug 7, 2014 9:55:18 GMT -6
Mavick looked over the volunteers with a scrutinizing eye. An anima mage, and a truly powerful one to boot, and two young warriors, carrying weapons that carried the power of the spirits of nature. This might just work. "It is decided then..." he muttered to himself as Richter walked away. This was how they made their stand. He looked out over the battlefield again, looking over the devastation before his eyes.
Here was where all men would be judged. Beggars and kings, cowards and heroes, fools and scholars, the blessed and the damned. Already, the distraction crew was making good on his expectations, and soon Richter would be on the field. That left him here, in charge of the wall. "On your feet, Sacaens!" he shouted. "Every man with a bow and one good eye, on the wall! Everyone else, get back out there!" the little mage demanded. "Do you see that!?" He demanded, pointing to the field. "Those are your plains! The plains of your ancestors! The plains that your children were meant to be inherit! What do you see on those plains, Sacaens!? I see invaders! Men who want to take the land of your ancestors, and deny it to your children! Men of the plains, will you allow it!?"
Men with bows scurries up to the walls as men mustered what courage they could for another bout of bloodshed and death. "Prepare to fire a volley onto those bastards! We must push them back! If this wall falls, then we are all dead! Whatever you do, do NOT hit Commander Richter!" He raised his hand as arrows were knocked and aim was taken. "FIRE!" With a sweeping chop of his hand, a symphony of arrows whistled through the sky.
The flash of light through the field made him grimace. That light mage again. "Very well, papist. You wish to oppose the Darkness?" he asked, raising both hands. "Then you shall be consumed by it. Let us see where your feeble god is then." The dark haze billowed forth, a fast spreading cloud of vile hexes. "There is no god. There is no heaven. There is only damnation. There is only Nothing."
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 9, 2014 19:53:16 GMT -6
"Good, I gathered some men as well," said Richter to Valcrist as the latter returned. While Valcrist had scampered off to accomplish the task the Ilian commander had given him, Richter had taken the time to collect another dozen men willing to join the two of them on this dangerous endeavor. The pink haired warrior had picked out a few of the men himself, as they had looked strong and alert, but surprisingly a good amount more had volunteered freely upon hearing what the mission was that Richter was recruiting for. He hadn’t expected people to be eager to charge out onto the battlefield like he was planning to, but it made sense. While there were non-Sacaens on this side of the wall, for most, this was probably a battle to ensure the safety of their homeland, and by extension their friends and families, here and abroad. To win this battle meant keeping foreign armies from spreading into Sacae once again. Richter had already experienced the ferocity of an army of the nomads rising up to defend their land before, and he knew it wasn’t something the bandits would be eager to experience.
It was then that the Ilian commander heard his tactician bark orders into the throngs of volunteer soldiers that stood in defense of the wall. He was riling up the same feelings of patriotism and inspiration in the men that Richter had just seen himself. With a wave of the little man’s hand, arrows went sailing overhead like a cloud of angry hornets before coming down and burying themselves into the enemy lines. Bandits fell to the deadly shafts, but more took their place, trampling their fallen bodies like beasts before crashing into the enemy lines. With arrows continuing to fire, Mavick spread his hands out in front of him and began covering the front lines with a dark miasma once again, attempting to dispel the light of their foes.
Suddenly, a large explosion sounded in the distance, interrupting Richter’s train of thought. Turning his head towards the noise, the Ilian could see gouts of magma shooting up from the ground like a miniature volcano, tearing the enemy lines apart. Even from here, the Ilian could see bandit forces scrambling to avoid the molten earth exploding up to meet them, but despite their efforts, more than a few found themselves consumed in flame. Melted to death. It was a terrible fate, but that’s what the dogs got for trying to ransack an innocent city. Richter had no sympathy for them, and they would get no mercy.
“That’s our cue to move,” announced Richter, shooting Valcrist an acknowledging glance before turning to face the group of men behind him. “I’m not much for speeches," he said as he ironically prepared to deliver something resembling a speech, "but while we’re out on the battlefield, no matter what we run into, remember why we’re fighting.” His eyes scanned the faces of the strike team. The men looking back at him wore emotions that ranged from determined, to anxious, to everything in between, but all looked ready. Hopefully it would stay that way. “If we lose here, it will be more than just the City of Heroes that suffers. Hargus doesn’t just want to defeat us, he wants to destroy us. He wants to ransack your homes, butcher your families, and devastate your country. If he has his way, your lands will be covered in blood, death, and chaos. Eight years ago, the Bandit King declared war on all of Elibe, and now that same man is at your doorstep. Now you can fight back.” The Ilian paused, looking back out into the battle. It was a long way between here and the siege engines, and hundreds of rampaging bandits and brigands stood in their way. But regardless, they would succeed. Richter would not allow the evil of Hargus to harm this already wounded land. The Prophet had already done enough. "So steel your hearts, for I refuse to fail. This city, and all of Sacae depends on us."
The commander's words were met with a spatter of nods, cheers, and eager war cries. Richter took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally for the upcoming charge, then raised his hand over his head. “Stick together, and stay close to me! Let’s go!” Richter cried, before vaulting himself over the palisade and into the chaos below.
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Post by Oya on Aug 10, 2014 14:32:57 GMT -6
Suddenly the air was filled with a loud explosion. The fog which had covered a great portion of the battlefield suddenly vanished and in its place was fire. The agonizing screams of Oya's men could be heard as lethal magma flowed through their ranks. It seemed the enemy was using more magic and it had devastating effects on Oya's men.
"Who dares to stand before the Lycian Volcano?", shouted a enemy as Oya's men stared in awe.
Who the heck is this guy, thought Oya to himself as he stared at the flames and the heat. Their was no way this man was real, thought the pirate. With a single attack he shattered Oya's lines and sent a shockwave of fear running through his men. Oya was sure that their was no way this man was on this battlefield from before. Not when they were bombarding the enemy with arrows and stones. If he was he would have shown his power before hand and Oya could have planned accordingly, but now it was sheer chaos. His one move could break the courage in the Nya pirates hearts and send them down the path to failure. Oya needed his men to regain their courage and for them to attack with greater furry.
"However", spoke Oya out loud. "If he was to die...right now", spoke the pirate as he took off into a sprint. The young pirate dashed through his own stupefied men and jumped onto the shoulder of a man and hopped off high into the air.
"I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE", shouted Oya as the young pirate flew through the air. Oya sent his body into a spin and came down with his massive magic axe Xigshaw aiming for the man's skull. "Lets see if you can stand up to the might of the Orange Plague", spoke Oya after the attack was finished.
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Post by Valcrist on Aug 10, 2014 14:41:35 GMT -6
Oh hey it was that girl, that was with him and Aaron before! Erm... Uh... What was her name? What did she ever tell him her name? If she did, he didn't remember. After all it's been a rather stressful time and to be fair, he's never really been a name person. Face person, yeah sure, he never forgot a face, names though? Sometimes he forgot them moments after he was told, this wasn't really the time to get wrapped up in such things however. "I'm glad to see you're safe." That was true, even if they just met, he didn't like seeing people he knew get hurt. It always stung just a bit more.
She offered her cart to carry soldiers to the front lines and Valcrist didn't know how to... respond. He didn't really know much about horses, and his only experience with carts are ones filled with weapons. Maybe the idea would work, maybe it wouldn't, it was beyond him. Why she was asking him was a bit confusing, but that was probably just because he was a friendly face, or something to that effect. However, the fact was he didn't really have time, he needed to move with Richter who was currently giving a speech or something. "I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of something. If you think it's a good idea you should speak with the shaman. He seems to be the tactician." Or at least as far as Valcrist could gather, Richter spoke to the short man as such. "I wish I could help."
From in the distance there was explosions, the sound of steam hissing in the air, a shimmering noise in the air, flashes of light he could see even turned around. There was chaos on the battlefield, at this point Valcrist really shouldn't be surprised, ever since the catapults started firing there's been pandemonium. There was shouting and screaming from all sides, battle cries, rallying, taunts and threats alike. People giving speeches out like they were day old bread, it was all very hard to follow. So he focused on what's important. He watched Richter finish his speech, that he mostly missed to be honest, it was probably inspiring or something. It didn't fill the smith with any sort of feelings though, expect maybe confusion.
Richter vaulted himself over the palisade, and Valcrist followed in short order without a word said. He drew his wind sword, and leaped high into the air, the winds whirling about him and letting him fall gradually to the ground. It let him hit the ground running as he chased after Richter.
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
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Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Aug 14, 2014 20:49:48 GMT -6
Aaron moved through the unnatural fog he'd made. It was a rather eerie feeling to know that to his right and left, and all around him men were breathing their last breaths. All because of this battle on the town. It had been a little while since the reason for this combat had occurred to him, but it all came down to a few simple facts: Some bad people wanted to wipe the City of Heroes from the map. Some others wanted to protect it. Since both couldn't happen, everyone here was now paying for the conflict of interests with currency of blood, sweat, and tears.
He still couldn't see well because of the fog, but near the fringes he could feel fingers of light magic crackling against his steam clouds. It couldn't penetrate far in since both its light and its magic was diffusing against the fog and the remnants of the fire and frost spells he'd used to cause his disturbance. He grimaced. It was the fog of war, though the sage had not ever considered it in such a literal sense before this point.
The sage recoiled as fire struck forth from Wyatt's Axe. The burning brand of red was giving off loads of anima magic now. Far more than even he had handled before. It was easy to see why it was suddenly able to crack the earth and melt the plains. Aaron watched in awe as his fog instantly burned away under the force and heat of the magma axe. It was intimidating to say the least. Even so, there was another champion on the opposing side with the courage or craze to answer.
Orange Plague? What a name to carry. Aaron started up whispering again, a blue and red glow enveloping his hands just before he pressed them together again. Another wave of steam rolled out from the sage, and replaced the cloud that had been burnt away. He could feel the water in his vicinity rising. Normally the plains had little to spare, but as he continued working with it, water magic was becoming easier to handle. For now, he just kept a continuous fog rolling out to replace how it was continually burnt off.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
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Post by Wyatt on Aug 14, 2014 21:01:28 GMT -6
Wyatt wasn't a killer by nature, but he owed this to Etruria. They'd destroyed his homeland, been responsible for the loss of his hometown, caused endless pain and suffering.
And now they were going to pay for it, in blood and fire.
Not all of his foes decided to flee, however. Even as the power of his axe roared, spilling chaos and death around them, someone had the bravery (or the insanity) to charge. Wyatt saw the orange-haired... boy? Was that a boy? At any rate, he saw the axe wielder making a jumping attack against him, something Wyatt was quite familiar with. He'd done it a lot himself.
For a moment, time paused as Wyatt recalled every time he'd done a jumping attack. Against the bandits by the mountain fortress, he'd gotten a sword in the gut for that one. Then against the mage at the Laus Academy, he ate a fireball at point blank that time. There was when he and Richter were in the thieves hideout, though honestly all of that was kind of a blur. Even in the arena, he'd done it against the glacier. Every time he'd tried it, he had taken a pretty nasty injury for it.
Granted, every time he'd come out ahead because his opponent foolishly decided to try and weather it. He could get a solid hit on this kid, but he'd have to weather something that could very easily be his death. A dumb move. There would be more opportunities to land a solid strike. Wyatt did notice, as he hopped to the side, that his opponents axe glowed as well. Two magical weapons? Wyatt wasn't sure if his would be able to shatter his opponents, but he wouldn't let that stop him.
"I care not if you are man, woman or child! If you stand before me on these plains then you shall taste hellfire!" he declared, swinging his axe horizontally towards Oya. Oya was too close for Wyatt to risk calling up the magma, lest it consume the both of them. Still, the axe's cutting edge was searing hot. Even if it missed, the heat coming off of it would be very obvious.
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Post by Oya on Aug 19, 2014 10:36:33 GMT -6
Oya's weapon hit the ground with the force of an explosion. The resulting force of the attack cause dirt and rocks to fly in all directions as a small dust cloud rolled from Oya's position. The thump that resulted from the missed blow spoke of the power behind Oya's attack. The sound made the other soldiers cringe as they thought about taking that blow straight on.
"Pshaw, he dodged", spoke Oya in a vexed tone. Oya had expected him to try and block the attack. Oya wanted to see the look on his face once Xigshaw smashed through his defense and crushed his little head like a walnut. Still that showed that his opponent was not a armature. He knew when to defend and when to evade. He was not just a flaming axe screaming his name and yelling some feats. Oya was going to need to be careful with this one.
As Oya recovered from the attack his opponent rushed forward and attempted to strike him axe from a horizontal swing. He probably would have gotten a better shot at Oya if he did not have to give a speech before he moved to strike. Oya always wondered why people would do that. They would say a one liner and then attack giving there opponents more than enough time to realize were their attack was coming from. Sure a one liner was good at the start of a battle, but in the middle of it. That was a bit foolish, but then again what did Oya know. Sure he has been fighting for a long while, but he was no expert on using a axe in combat.
As his opponent moved to swing Oya mad his decision on what he was going to do next. Oya knew he needed to be careful of his opponents magical axe. Magma was not something Xigshaw could handle, but up close he really did not have to worry about that much. However that did not mean this guy was not dangerous. A weapon that could spit out magma was sure to have some heat. Trying to dodge that weapon by a narrow margin would only result in Oya getting himself burned. Their was only one option truly left to the pirate.
As Wyatt stepped forward to attack Oya took a single step back. The pirate pulled back on Xigshaw and swung with all of his power. Oya decided he was going to turn this battle into a contest of power. Oya himself was proud of his strength. With Xigshaw at his back he was sure he could loss to no mortal man. The pirate swung his axe horizontally. He bet his life on the strength of his axe and moved to cause a clash.
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Dietrich Landrik
Mercenary
GAZE AT MEIN ROLLED SLEEVES, NOOBKOPF
Posts: 81
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Profession: Mercenary Marine
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Profile - Journal
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Dietrich Landrik on Aug 20, 2014 20:05:02 GMT -6
As the battle raged in the center, the thick fog the engulfed both lines created an atmosphere of complete chaos as men went into battle with the leadership unable to see the direct battle and therefore unable to exploit, retreat, or fill in the holes of the battle line on both sides. What resulted was akin to a brawl as men on both sides started taking heavy casualties and others routing back to where the visibility was more manageable. The bandits were thriving in this chaotic battle much like they were used to fighting in. It was a bit of a prelude to what would happen inside of the city if they were able to break in.
The immediate battle around the axemen battle was also chaotic as men kept their distance as to not be hit by the weapons, but it was not as fair and evenly spaced that one would find in a dueling arena. Men from both sides hurled throwing axes and javelins at the two men who fought trying to sway the battle. It was only a matter of time before someone was hit by something.
The commander of the archers, taking note of Oya's immediate confrontation of the man with the flaming axe did everything he could to redirect the arrows. "No! Higher! Higher! Hit their troops behind the fog!" he shouted, riding down the lines with his lower officers, correcting the aim of the bowmen.
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Back at the defenses where Landrik was making sure the defenses were up to his own standards, the lack of materials hurt the raw amount of stakes they were able to put into the ground - but the job was essentially done. The well made parapets that Berg was putting up were now taking shape and starting to get organized, but the completion would take a little bit. It wasn't these that Landrik was mostly concerned about. He decided they needed more to this.
Standing on the parapet, he drew his sword and waved it in the air. "Attention! Attention! We're building a smaller second line next to the catapults! Officers, rally to me! Finish your tasks and build those damn battlements!" he shouted, now confident in his pull and authority with the heavy troops that were tasked with defending the siege weapons.
A small amount of time was all it took before most of the leaders were near him. Using his sword still as a pointing instrument, he walked alongside the front and sides of the catapults tracing a line in the dirt as to where the second line would be just behind the battlements in case they were overran. "This is the same idea as a keep within a fort. These weapons are everything we have to blow a hole in that city's defenses." he took a pause to look at the lay of the land around them, but saw that other than the main chaos of battle in the fog, little else was developing on the flanks. "Oya trusted y'all to defend these with complete confidence. Repaying that honor with results is the only option. Let's make this quick." he stated, sheathing his sword and grabbing a shovel.
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