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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2014 11:31:27 GMT -6
"Prepare to engage the enemy", spoke Orland as he directed the men who made it to the shadow to form up. At the moment the defenders had more forces at the wall than they did, but that could be overcome with formation and tactics. in truth however Orland was not your greatest tactician, and to be even more truthful he could not really be called a tactician. He did however know about formation and moving his men around into a advantages set up.
As Orland began to move his people into a more defensive set up he heard Minerva call out to him. The maiden was in the middle of speaking when she was suddenly attacked by black tentacles. The magic ripped through her body and left her nearly dead on the ground. Immediately Orland's eyes widen as he saw the effect. This was obviously the same shaman that struck him, or at least he though. For all he really know it could have been another, but in his mind it was the same one.
"Curse that mage", shouted Orland as he rushed over to the maiden. The giant picked her up in his arms and moved back into the shadow of the wall. As he did so a arrow slammed into his shoulder. The archers seemed to be aiming for him.
As Orland reached the safe zone again he placed the maiden back on the ground and pulled out his bottle of elixir. He paused for a second to judge weather or not he should use it on her. He would clearly need it later in this fight, and he did not have another after this bottle. Then again her magic might prove to be useful, and a extra bonus she was pretty. "Sod it", spoke Orland as he removed the cork from the bottle and poured 1/3 of the liquid into her mouth. "Drink this it will make you feel better", spoke Orland. The Giant resealed the bottle, he only had 1 more use left in it. "When you recover stay close to the wall", spoke Orland as he took his spear and shield and moved forward to join the rest of the brigands in their assault on the defending forces.
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Tamaya
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"When will the killing end? When will we live in peace?"
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Post by Tamaya on May 27, 2014 17:58:29 GMT -6
"Come on, comrades! Rally to the fight!" Tamaya stood, firing an arrow into the air as a symbol to the defenders. "The enemy draws near! The time of their death is nigh! Let us ride to combat and engage the foe!"
The nomad woman smiled grimly, resuming her shots at the advancing bandits. The forces were strong, but she had her kinsmen with her, and the forces of righteousness. They couldn't possibly lose.
Around her, her people were beginning to solidify their defensive line, and the archers were raining arrows upon the advancing bandits mercilessly. "Hold your lines, and cut down the forces of evil! We shall never fall! We are the force of justice and right!"
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Marric
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Oi there! Brigand! Let me axe you a question, eh?
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Post by Marric on May 27, 2014 19:23:16 GMT -6
The bandits were persistent, he gave them that much. Unlike most in the main line of defenders, Marric didn't have anything even resembling a shield, and thus the bandits started to funnel his way. The best defense was a vicious offense as his father would say. Marric used this strategy with more enthusiasm than he probably should have. His axe moved constantly, either spinning over his head to avoid hurting those next to him, or cleaving into an enemy, it never stopped. This was a strategy used to ensure he wouldn't have to add momentum to the axe to deflect or attack the bandits, constant motion equaled an easier swing. But it was tiring, and soon enough he'd have to retreat for a breather. He didn't think about the strain on his muscles, however, and worked as a machine in cutting down the bandits who'd been unlucky enough not to be struck down by an arrow.
This continued until the flames started flying overhead. Of course, the mage who fired them had their hands full with another caster from a position Marric couldn't see from the corner of his eye, but the fire put a bit of fear in his chest. The memory of his father being charred was still clear in his mind, and even to this day he couldn't stand being on the opposing side of a mage. As the numbers of the bandits dwindled, so to did the defenders, though at a slower rate. The man to Marric's right was run through by a spear man, and the man to his left lost his hand trying to stab the bandit in front of him. The two were quickly replaced, but Marric was doubtful the defenders would last much longer if the bandits kept throwing themselves at the shield wall.
Marric was finally forced to retreat, breathing heavily and rolling his shoulders to loosen them up. He took a spot next to Tamaya, and peered over the defender's line to see what was happening. He'd only be a minute, but took a lot of energy to keep that axe moving. His eyes widened when he saw the giant, black armor clad man leading the bandits. Orland? His skin was dark enough, but he couldn't tell from where he was standing. He dreaded the possibility that a monstrous man like him fought for the opposing force, but wasn't entirely surprised. He didn't like the idea of killing him either, after all he wasn't a bad sort... for a banit at least, but this was battle, people died. And he didn't particularly want the Giant to put the odds in the bandits' favor.
Tamaya! He shouted over the clashing of steel, and screams, Aim for the giant knight! He's too dangerous if he's the man I know! We Have To Put Him Down!
With his warning given, Marric rushed back to join the fray. He led these men, and he wasn't about to lead from behind the lines.
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Post by Richter Abend on May 30, 2014 14:08:34 GMT -6
There it was, right on the marshy coast of Sacae: The City of Heroes. Closer to sea-level than much of the rest of the country, the city was easily overlooked from a distance. It wasn't a metropolis by any means, and from atop his horse Richter could see the entirety of the battle that was currently raging. But the Ilian wasn't quite sure where the battle stood. There were siege engines and frigates stationed a ways away from the eastern walls, machines that could bring swift death and destruction, but they looked yet to be used. And while attackers swarmed all around the city's perimeter, a chaotic mass of roaring and shouting, it looked like the defenders had managed to build and maintain quite adequate defenses. It was a notable achievement for a city that clearly had very little to begin with. Still, the wall was palisade, and palisade was easily destroyed by fire. Had the bandits brought any? Hopefully not.
So Elias had been right about a siege, but where was Hargus? A quick survey of the area only showed confusion. The attackers were not organized in the slightest, and Richter knew Hargus was a far more capable leader than this. After all, he had once turned the entirety of Elibe on its head, a feat not even Kraft had replicated though not for a lack of trying. Perhaps even Hargus could only do so much with hastily gathered brigands.
On the northern side of the wall Richter could see rows of tents, most likely belonging to the attackers due to their location behind assaulting battle lines. If this mass of hungry bandits had any commanders, they were most likely over there. The tents even had a battalion stationed around them, probably just in case the defenders managed to break through the attack and sortie against them. The tent guard looked more organized than the rest of the rabble that made up the attacking force, so Richter figured it probably wouldn't be a good idea to go straight for the jugular. Not with three people.
A battle ahead of him, Richter kicked into military form. "There's a break in the attacking formation down away from the gate." The Ilian pointed to a small divide between two rows of attacking forces. The defenders had managed to push out past the wall, and while it was a risky breach of defensive lines in the case that the tides turned against them, it seemed to be working for now. "We're just three men, so I doubt we'll be able to perform much in the way of a pincer attack, but if we can get ourselves behind the city wall, we may be able to organize a retaliation attack from within." The Winter Lion knew he'd have to get in contact with the Crimson Demon. The Sacaen probably wasn't much of a military commander, but there was no argument that he had influence, and Richter would need that influence to start organizing the men. Strict defense would only work so long until the bandits started their coastal bombardment. "Let's move!"
Richter spurred his horse with an accompanied "hiyah!" and set on down towards the battle. The back of the battle lines raced towards him as his steed sprinted across the wet grass, and Richter set his sights on his first target, a heavily armored knight, armed with a spear and a shield, marching into the battle lines. The man, for whatever reason, had isolated himself from the rest of the attack, and thus made for an easy pick off. Perfect.
Leaving one hand on the reigns, Richter drew his ice axe from its resting spot on his saddle and brandished it above his head. He focused in on his target, quickly closing in. The frost weapon was easy to wield with one hand, given its magically lessened weight, which would give the coming attack that much more impact. His axe held high over his head, Richter roared like a lion, and as he did his battleaxe let out a howl along with him. With each passing hoof beat, the frost covered weapon summoned up a swiftly increasing flurry of icy death. He was upon the knight! Now! Richter swung downwards, the head of the axe slicing through the air like the claw of a beast, and when the weapon reached the nape of the brigand's neck, it let loose its blizzard in a deadly burst of ice and hail.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2014 14:26:24 GMT -6
"Hey you louts that is not how you fight", shouted Orland as he took a step forward. Suddenly the knight felt a cold chill run down his shoulder and move through out his entire body. He felt the tip of a blade on his neck and a eerie sound filled his ears. Orland looked up to see a shade, no a spirit. Its body was covered in black rags and its flesh bones. What the heck is this, though Orland as he soon realized what he was looking at. It was death.
Suddenly Orland snapped back into reality. He heard the sounds of a horse coming from behind him. The knight turned to face his enemy but it was too late. The only thing Orland saw was an axe and then came a massive chill. In an instant his entire body locked up from the sudden burst of cold. His armor froze and became brittle and his skin harden like stone. Even Orland's eyes froze over as the icy magic enveloped his body. Then came the blade of the axe. In one swift motion the Giant's head flew off his shoulders. His upper body chipped away like glass. A loud thump filled the air as Orland's lifeless frozen corpse hit the ground, and the grim reaper had himself a new soul.
[dead]
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Post by Plot Device on May 30, 2014 14:41:02 GMT -6
"Damnation! Where are those siege weapons!?" Georg called above the din of activity before shouting out orders for a cavalry group to saddle up. Damnit, that knight was attacking too soon! This rush to action would get them nowhere! A group had followed with him and Defenders of the City of Heroes had rushed out to meet them, ready to clash with the group that had moved in before. What the former soldier turned Bandit Leader was not ready for however did not come from the Defenders. It did not come from the Bandits that had foolishly rushed in.
It was the red rider that came as if from nowhere, his imposing visage outfitted with an axe that brimmed frost and not only completely encased the giant, but also severed head clean from neck. In one blow, the rider had begun to strike down the morale of the attacking Bandits, the Defenders shouting rallying cries upon seeing the crimson warrior's dynamic entrance.
"DAMNIT! GO! GO NOW! RIDE HIM DOWN!" The Paladin shouted with fire and fury, the cavalrymen riding swiftly after the crimson warrior, a mix of swords and lances drawn, ready to strike him and his steed down.
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Minerva
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Post by Minerva on May 30, 2014 17:24:26 GMT -6
"Orland...?"
The man had already left. Minerva turned her head, trying to get up, but fell in exhaustion, the small exertion too much for her to bear. However, the effects of the elixir began to become tangible, as she felt strength beginning to seep back into her veins, starting as a trickle, but accelerating until she felt energy steadily flowing back to her. As she lay on the ground, she kept breathing shallowly as she tried to regain her strength. As she prepared to stand, all of a sudden, a chill came through the air, and she saw a man with an axe come flying out of nowhere, his horse thundering out, and, before she could even react, his axe swung, Orland turned, and his head went sailing off as a blast of wintery frost enveloped the rest of his corpse.
Minerva was speechless. She hadn't even gotten to thank the giant for helping her live... And now, he was gone, cut down like chaff by this new man. She felt upset. Angry, even. But not suicidal. She stood no chance against one of his skill, or even one of his wingmen. So, she did what the smart mage would do -- she lay like she was dead. Her breaths, shallow as they were, barely moved her tight dress, and her eyes, which were slightly open, seemed to be still as well. She was the picture of death... Hopefully they wouldn't kill the dead twice.
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Elias
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Post by Elias on May 31, 2014 17:00:30 GMT -6
Well this was boring. It was basically just a bunch of bandits. No monsters, none of them seemed particularly undead either. Hargus was supposed to be snooping around here too, but he was just one dude and there was like thousands of them here so it wasn't like he'd be easy to pick. Elias didn't even know what the guy looked like either. Whoops. That must have slipped under his radar. Probably be big and stupid looking though, if he was a 'bandit king' because bandits totally have a structured monarchical governing system. They were coming from the... uh.. Elias muttered to his self and pointed up, right, down, then left. East. It was east they were coming from, which means they were to the west of the town. He was good with maps but he didn't always have the best sense of direction.
To the north there was like a little shanty village of tents and junk, to the south there was nothing important looking as far as Elias could tell and to the east he couldn't tell because a city was in the way. How inconsiderate. The town was surrounded by a flimsy looking wood fence, that's not gonna last long. If they had even a single competent mage, that was gonna burn down to the ground. Maybe if they were in some fantastical setting in which people didn't shoot fire from their hands, it might last a bit longer but he put the chances of it not burning down at like one in fifty. For now it did it's job though, and it certainly made it look mysterious since he couldn't see inside. All he could see was a bunch of dudes hanging out on houses. Probably hanging out, shooting the breeze. Get it? Shooting the breeze. Because they were archers. Elias was hilarious.
Now Elias wasn't one of them fancy tactician mages, he was more of a 'anything can be solved with enough explosions' mage. Unfortunately he didn't pack enough explosions to solve this problem. So he assumed Red2 knew what he was talking about, with the whole 'there's a break' and 'we need to get in' and 'no Elias, you can't kill everyone by yourself, you aren't that awesome' okay maybe that last part was more inferred, still it was a slight on his ego. He had ego to spare though, so it didn't bother him for more than half a second.
Richter charged on his horse, and Elias horsed on his charge. The guy took out that Chillaxe, and just chopped some dude's head off. Man that was cold. One guy dead, though he was a bandit so he barely counted as a guy. He was like a third of a guy, at best. This one might be half since he was FREAKISHLY HUGE. Point was he doubted anyone was going to be crying themselves to sleep tonight about it. If they did, they probably had bad taste in friends anyways, so whatever. Of course it caught the attention of... someone. So people were charging forwards toward them because, y'know, who wants to live forever and all that right? Anyways, they wouldn't get very far. Not if Elias had anything to say about it. Actually Elias wasn't saying anything, so he didn't have anything to say about it but whatever.
He held his staff up, the tip crackling with magical energy. He used the staff as a focal point of his magical energy, like most mages use their hands. It was a somewhat unusual technique, but by no means rare. It's said Athos himself used a staff to focus his magic, if he could do it so could Elias. He lined things up, the targets were moving quickly on horseback so it required precision. He needed to aim ahead of where he was actually shooting, he took in a deep breath and focused before unleashing a torrent of magic into the air. The staff flashed as though something had happened, but where the magic was being unleashed wasn't near Elias. High in the sky above, the clouds crackled and growled as a giant bolt of electricity fired down from the heavens like an act of god Elmine god whatever itself. It didn't look like magic, it looked like judgement, it made Elias a bit giddy. He always liked that about the spell. He wasn't done though, while one man and his horse toppled to the ground (bullseye by the way) he cast the spell once more. This time he missed, but just barely, the bolt crashing in front of the horse and spooking it, sending the rider flying off as the horse bucked and wildly thrashed about. Probably blinded from being so close to such a powerful bolt of lightning.
Elias took a deep breath, it took a bit out of him to use this spell, more than it did for most his other spells. A cost for how awesome it was. He fired again, killing another horse riding bandit, but in the time it took for the third bolt to hit they had gotten closer. Close enough that Elias wasn't entirely comfortable with using this spell, it wasn't exactly... reliable in close range encounters. Especially if Red1 was going to go meet them and take some out, he didn't want to ANNIHILATE WITH HOLY VENGEANCE him.
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Post by Gabriel Zobek on Jun 1, 2014 17:07:32 GMT -6
Hooves thundered as three late arrivals to the battlefield began to file in, arriving in the bloody west. Arms and armor rattled as their steeds beat hooves into the ground, starting to close the distance at last. They briefly paused, taking in the sights of the area. Tents, armaments, those manner of supplies were everywhere around the city, or at least so it could be assumed for the eastern potion given that the city itself blocked view. For the time being he decided to follow Richter's lead on where they went, splitting up would only get the three men dead after all.
Richter was the first to hit the battlefield proper, frosted axe making short work of a giant of a man. His body covered with ice from the fatal and horrifying blow. That was one threat down and judging by the calls of the Defenders upon seeing it, a good first move. A group of riders began to hurtle toward Richter soon after, two being taken care of quite handily by Elias' mystical firepower. Gabriel began to ride by now as well, chain whip in hand before it lashed out at one of the distance riders' horses, lashing itself around the leg of a steed before the force of Gabriel's own stallion brought the horse down, chain unwrapping.
The horse began to turn end over end, the rider screaming bloody murder as he pitched forward before being crushed under the weight of his own steed. Another of the horses began to pitch over as well, tripping upon the sudden obstacle and sending another of the cavaliers flying off to collide with the ground in a brutal thud. Two more were left now coming at Richter.
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Edrick
Shaman
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Post by Edrick on Jun 1, 2014 21:35:02 GMT -6
He just stood there and watched as his magic hit, doing more damage than he thought it would. Was he getting stronger? The mage went down, but they were quickly picked up by the armored man that he'd hit earlier. The man also gave the mage a drink. The one that he downed earlier? Whatever it was it worked for him. The armored man then ran off to do battle once more.
Before the man could get too far however a group of men rode into the battle. The one in the lead pulled out an axe and with one fell slash he cut the man's head off. . . and froze it? What? Was it another one of those magical weapons? He needed to get one of those, but it's not like he'd ever get luck enough to get those. Only 'heroes' and 'master villains' ever got those, and he wasn't either of those. Hopefully that guy with the axe and his friends were 'heros', especially since one seemed to be a skilled mage. Quite apparent at that.
He turned his attention back to the mage he was fighting earlier and watched as they fell to the ground, dead already? Oh well, it wasn't him, that's for sure. He didn't really care for looting corpses, but leaving a magical tome out for another magic adept bandit to pick up was too great of a risk to let fly.
He sort of half rushed half strolled over to the body, dodging enemies and projectiles all the way. The enemies seemed to be slowly either dying or retreating after the appearance of the newcomers. They probably should have attacked in more force. When he got a little closer he noticed that the mage he'd been fighting was a woman. Oh well, he reached down and picked up her tome; The body appeared to have few wounds what so ever. It might be going out on a limb but oh well. "Get up, get up or die." Yeah,he didn't really want to feel for a breath or anything, he liked to keep his finger and such, but the body just seemed to. . . intact to be dead. He attack couldn't have killed her after all.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 2, 2014 23:25:32 GMT -6
Richter continued to roar as his horse galloped past the frozen remains of his victim, unceasing in its gait. A victorious axe was foisted into the air in triumph as the Ilian watched the giant knight's frozen corpse fall to the ground. An instant kill. That was the magic he had been looking for earlier! Nothing to worry about, it seemed. He and his weapon were starting to understand each other now. Hopefully it stays that way, thought Richter as he prepared to carve a path to the defending wall, his eyes searching out the path of least resistance, but as he circled his steed back around to prepare for another charge, the warrior found his work cut out for him: a cadre of brigand cavaliers charging straight for him, their weapons at the ready.
But before he could do much to respond, two bolts of lighting struck down in quick succession, killing one rider instantly while throwing another from his horse, and scrambling the remaining three in terror. But one of those three found his escape cut short, flipped from and crushed under a mount that had been tripped up by the long reach of Gabriel's chain whip. The two red riders that rode with Richter had masterfully made quick work of the opposing horsemen, leaving the remainder, who had now moved back into formation, for the pink haired warrior himself to deal with. Efficient and deadly. He couldn't have asked for better wingmen. So now with two riders left, and both of them heading towards himself, it was Richter's turn to contribute. He brandished his axe with anticipation.
Turning his horse to meet the enemy riders head on, Richter spurred his horse into full gallop, his wintry weapon held out in a perpendicular fashion. The first of the two riders barely had time to attack the pink haired rider before he found himself under a barrage of hail tossed from the blizzard that had been whipped up around the head of Richter's axe. The cavalier put an arm up to defend his face, but in blocking his vision and compromising his defense he made a fatal mistake. Unimpeded, the icy edge of magical steel tore into the bandit rider's gut, ripping its way through his flesh and into his spine before pushing him over the rear of his horse and leaving him disemboweled on the ground. The second rider was impressed by the savagery of the blow, but did not let it stall him, choosing instead to swing his sword at the pink haired assailant right as the latter struck his ally with a killing blow. But Richter was too quick. He ducked the attack, allowing the second rider to pass him by harmlessly. The enemy rider, realizing he was now the last of his squad, did not slow to turn to try for another attack, instead choosing to escape, but even so he found quickly himself set upon by a rapidly pursuing Richter, who had sheathed his axe and was now brandishing the ebony black steel of Damonzahn.
"Essen!" Richter shouted, thrusting the tip of the blade towards the rider. It immediately erupted with a spurt of familiar dark tendrils that rapidly slithered through the air before finding their mark in the brigand's flesh. He shouted, then shuddered, the fell limp in his saddle as Damonzahn's magic receded from him, returning to its home in the sword's steel. The pink haired warrior felt flush with the man's life energy as it pulsed from the weapon's handle, a rejuvenating burst of vitality that he had come to relish, but then received a nasty aftershock as a sharp pain shot through the base of his skull. Richter cried out, his free hand shooting to the source of the pain, but it quickly subsided, leaving the Ilian no time to comprehend what had just happened. There was still a battle to be fought! These damn bandits would pay dearly for attacking a city of innocents, and if Hargus was here, Risen from the grave, Richter would make sure he put him back in it. Him, his resurrector, and all his larcenous crew will die today.
"Forward!"
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Elias
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Post by Elias on Jun 8, 2014 1:16:17 GMT -6
There was something... wrong here. Outside of the garish attire these bandits wore, (seriously, half of them were lacking a shirt that was just basic clothing, no idea how to accesorize at all how did folk like this even consider themselves a threat?) it was something different. It was that icky black inky feeling, that smell of rotting onions, it felt wrong. Not that it was pleasant to begin with, but this one wasn't... It just wasn't right. Now was scarcely the time for this, since there was the whole not dying thing to attend to, but it definitely stuck out in his mind. It was something he'd have to bring up later, for right now though he'd probably need focus on making sure all these bandits were aware just how cool they were. The answer was very, very cool, so it proved to be a considerable challenge.
Now was the issue of getting into the city, if that was what Red2 was still wanting. It was hard to tell, he shouted 'forward' though and forward was basically just a wall so it seemed likely. They weren't about to die or anything, at least as far as Elias was aware maybe there was a disease or something about to heinously murder one of them, but as of right now they seemed... relatively safe. Well as safe as you can be on a battlefield of poorly dressed brigands with axes, swords, spears, and bows, oh my. Not a whole lot of magic though, typical bandit mindset. He bet that if someone even had a bit of magical talent, half of these half-minds would just bow down and follow them blindly. Which is probably what happened now that he thought about it. Bringing back Hargus would be a significant magical feat, not something the average spellslinger could do. They were probably somewhere at the head of things.
Whatever, Elias lost track of his point. If he had one to begin with. Did he have one? Hrm... Oh yes, that's right. He didn't need to teleport them inside, which he could totally do, that was a one time sort or thing and he didn't really want to blow it on the opening move. It could be very useful in a situation like this, so he needed to save it until it was downright necessary. So if they could avoid it, he prefered to go that route.
Eias gathered what amounted to a big ball of ice and wind and junk in his hand, taking in a deep breath then swinging his arm in a wide arc around him in the area between the three and the other bandits. From the ground giant pillars of ice erupted from the ground and jutted up high, not injuring anyone but that wasn't the point. He created a wall of ice between them and any would be archers lining up to take a shot in revenge, of which Elias was sure there'd be. The clinging of arrows smashing into his wall shortly after it's creation was proof of that. Elias had developed something of a... distaste for archers. Which was a nice way to say KILL THEM ALL. Regardless it was an impressive feat of magical control, something Elias was very ready to pat his self on the back for, he's always had an easy time getting his magic (and the spirits that governed it) to do what he wanted it/them to do. "I'll cover us from archer fire." Elias said afterwards, looking at Red1+2. "We should hurry, we need to get into this town yesterday."
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Minerva
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Post by Minerva on Jun 8, 2014 12:17:36 GMT -6
"I can't. I can't get up..." Minerva coughed, her eyes focusing on the feet of the one addressing her, and then moving up to the robes... robes... Oh, damn. She allowed her eyes to rest on the face of the hooded figure, narrowing them and raising a hand. "If you're going to kill me, then why don't you? Otherwise, if you want me alive, help me up. Have you no sense of chivalry or respect? Even if we're on different sides, I am still a woman, and you are... I believe... A man. Your voice sounds masculine." Minerva's mind was racing. How had he found her tome so quickly...? She usually kept it hidden away, so it must have fallen out. That's unfortunate, since it had never happened before. But alas, it was no use now. Maybe, if she was smart and lucky, she could escape inside the city and allow the raiders in. That would immortalize her as the one who allowed the bandits in... The Lord Reaper would be proud. She would do her best.
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Edrick
Shaman
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Post by Edrick on Jun 9, 2014 11:18:52 GMT -6
Edrick looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow while extending a hand. "You should explain to me why a bandit, many of which wish to kill, loot, and even rape the women of this city, should be treated chivalrously?" He wanted to hear what she would say, of course he would help her up anyways he wasn't a bad person after all. Although a part of him wanted to just let her lie there, but that part was quickly quieted.
"Now I suggest you get out of here; I'll give your tome back after the battle if I'm still alive and you find me. And please don't rejoin the battle,for if I see you again I can't be as forgiving." Was there anything else he was forgetting to say? It seemed like it was all there so that is good. Hopefully she would just walk off and find him afterwards, but knowing these bandits she would rejoin again. Because that's just what bandits would do.
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Tamaya
Nomad
"When will the killing end? When will we live in peace?"
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Post by Tamaya on Jun 13, 2014 14:34:06 GMT -6
"Now! Force their retreat! Attack the foul bandits! The city shall stand firm!" With this encouraging yell, Tamaya spurred Shikoba forward, and the four Cathecassa spearheaded a charge toward a group of bandits who had forayed forward from the main bandit lines. The clan leader, lance pointed, uttered the terrifying Cathecassa war cry, and the other two men continued raining arrows. Tamaya picked her shots carefully, shooting steadily toward the enemy's center, and scoring a few hits. The men weren't dead, but the arrows would certainly help incapacitate them... Looking back, she spotted Marric, and called out to him, saying, "Come! Lead some men, and help us push back these intruders! We shall send them back to their caves!" Hopefully, the axeman would bring some troops, so that they could force the enemy into a retreat.
Meanwhile, the other members of the clan were still skirmishing near the other defenders when they heard the war cry. Their pride and passions ignited and inflamed, they began to fight with increased vigor, echoing the eerie call of the plains chief. Their voices melded into one harmony, as they screamed and roared, hopefully instilling some fear in the attackers and respect in the defenders.
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