Shard
Cavalier
We need disguises... -puts on cloak- Perfect!
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Post by Shard on Sept 8, 2014 15:42:02 GMT -6
Shard felt his heart catch in his chest as he rode at a canter, his red steed Jasper clipping along at a good pace. It had been a week since he'd left his home, and here he was, still putting around Ilia looking for the road under all the snow. Shard looked down at his horse, who almost seemed exasperated at the fact that they were going in circles. "Don't look now buddy, but I think we might be lost." Jasper shook his mane as if to say, "Ya think?"
It was still snowing lightly when Shard rode over the top of a completely white hill, the frost covering the blue mountain flowers that were native to the region. His map had blown away in the wind on the fourth day, so he hoped that he was somewhere close to the border. Peering closely at the ground in front of him, his sword rattling against his saddle and his lance in hand, Shard saw footprints leading east of his general direction. Curiosity got the better of him, and he urged Jasper onward. Maybe the tracks could lead to a village, or perhaps a warm campfire. Or, thought Shard with a twinge of apprehension, they could lead to a group of armed bandits. Who knew? Still, better to try and have to fight his way out than to never try at all. The horse paced onward as Shard kept his eyes open.
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Marshall
Hunter
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Post by Marshall on Sept 10, 2014 22:00:28 GMT -6
Snow and more snow. What a fantastic sight. For at least a couple of hours, that was the only sight that greeted Marshall's eyes. It wasn't like he expected anything different, he just thought that seeing something different once in a while for a change. Marshall wasn't one hundred percent sure where he was heading; before he left for who-knows-where, he'd just asked some random guy where the nearest village was and started wandering in that general direction. Perhaps that was pretty foolish, but Marshall didn't really want to speak to random people for longer than he has to. Besides, he wasn't going to grow if he didn't learn to find his own way once and a while.
Sigh.
Marshall started to wonder just how long he had been out for. He couldn't have been walking for that long, but it was long enough that he didn't have an accurate guess on when he had left. However, just before he resigned to another hour or so of walking, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. It seemed to be a line of indents in the snow. Marshall presumed they were footprints of some sort, as he couldn't think of what else they could be. Perhaps following them wasn't the greatest idea, but Marshall was dying for a change of pace. Quickening his pace, Marshall cautiously approached the trail of footprints.
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Shard
Cavalier
We need disguises... -puts on cloak- Perfect!
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Post by Shard on Sept 10, 2014 22:22:23 GMT -6
Shard had been following the trail of footprints for around half of an hour, and it seemed like whoever was making the tracks was closer now. The footprints were fresher, and it seemed as though they were leading to a specific point. Coming over another windswept hill, Shard could vaguely make out the shape of what looked like a village in the distance. He also immediately noticed several things that stood out immediately to him: The village was around a half mile away from where he was on the hill. Also, it appeared to be under some sort of attack! Even though it was early morning, signal fires had been lit from the top of what appeared to be a church, and though the wind threatened to whip the sound away, the peals of an alarm bell reached his ears from where he sat atop his mount.
Shard's eyes narrowed as his gaze followed the tracks from here into the village. Whoever had made this trail was there now, and he had the sinking feeling that the person who made the tracks was also responsible for the danger, whatever it was. Most likely bandits, perhaps some local warlord? It didn't matter; Shard spurred Jasper onwards towards the village, eager to see for himself what was going on, as horse and rider flew over the distance in a whirl of dark and light reds.
As he drew closer, the alarm bells grew louder. Shard could see the telltale glow of fire seeping out from behind the simple village walls, and he knew that some of the buildings had been set ablaze. Visible outside the village were perhaps a dozen rough looking men wielding chipped axes, attacking a motley crew of villagers armed with pitchforks and billhooks. Shard grit his teeth in anger as he saw an old man knocked senseless by a brigand's fist; these were simple folk, not fighters, and their farm tools were hardly effective against the invaders. Deciding that his arming sword would give him the most advantage against axe-wielding foes, Shard drew his blade from the sheath at his hip as Jasper brought him into the fray. In the back of his mind, Shard hoped that reinforcements would come in some way or another, as the odds were still very much against him, and the villagers.
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Marshall
Hunter
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Post by Marshall on Sept 13, 2014 21:31:08 GMT -6
After a little while of following the trail of footprints, telltale signs of action started to present themselves to Marshall. Despite the ever-present snow, Marshall could just barely make out the dull color of smoke felling the sky further along the path. He could also hear the faint ringing of a bell in the distance, mostly obscured by the sound of the wind. It seemed that there was civilization up ahead, along with a fire. Marshall couldn't tell whether the fire was intentional at this distance, but he couldn't exactly sit idly by while some village burned to the ground. Taking a few seconds to muster his courage, Marshall began to sprint down the path.
After a few moments of running towards the commotion, Marshall had reached an area where he could clearly observe the situation while not having to get involved just yet. It was more dire than he had expected; a band of about a dozen rugged-looking men had launched an attack on the town. It wasn't an overwhelming amount of invaders, but it was an army compared to the villagers and the simple tools they had to defend themselves with. There was also some guy riding a horse charging into the battle. He looked pretty put of place- perhaps he had arrived here the same way that Marshall had? Either way, he probably wasn't going to stand a chance against a dozen men with only the simple villagers to assist. Deciding that he would have to intervene in the situation, Marshall readied his weapon and approached, doing his best not to attract attention to himself.
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Shard
Cavalier
We need disguises... -puts on cloak- Perfect!
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Post by Shard on Sept 14, 2014 13:23:54 GMT -6
Shard quickly drew within range of the first bandit, who had set upon a young boy, no older than 10, and was about to cleave the boy in twain with his axe. As the man drew his arm back, Shard had a perfect opportunity, and he slashed with his riding sword. Simple iron though it was, it was still more than capable of lacerating the bandit, who yelped and dropped his weapon as blood poured from the long slash on his arm. The brigands who plagued villages like this one were often very strong, but most were none too fast... or bright. Turning Jasper with a shift in his saddle, Shard dashed around to stab with the point of his blade, catching the bandit in the midsection and dropping him to his knees. One down, about a dozen to go.
Some of the villagers had formed a rough semicircle, attempting to keep the bandits from surrounding them. Primitive tactics, but they were semi-successful, for the moment. Eventually, Shard knew, the bandits would break through and decimate them. Fortunately, it seemed that the arrival of a professional fighter had captured the brigands attention, at least for the moment. As the only combatant on horseback, he had the mobility advantage, as well as the boon of using a sword, which was quicker in his hand than the axes of his opponents. Still, unless he did something to unify the unorganized villagers, it would be a hard-fought battle. Rearing his steed and raising his sword, Shard called a battle cry aloud as he rallied the peasantry. "To arms, Ilians! Fight for your wives, for your children, and for your homes! Push them back! Hiyaaa!"
At this, he whirled his horse about and charged the line of bandits who were attempting to break through the villagers' defensive line. The brigands weren't the brightest lot, but one didn't last long as a bandit in Ilia if they didn't have a strong sense of self-preservation. Many saw him coming and retreated momentarily, some shifting their hands to the hand axes that hung from their belts. One was unlucky, and was preoccupied with trying to hew the shaft of a farmer's spade in half when Shard's blade crashed into his back, sending him down with a lucky strike. The Cavalier had no time to celebrate though, as he felt a sting of pain lash across his right shoulder. A hatchet thrown by one of the invaders had impacted his pauldron, bruising his shoulder but thankfully not severing it. It sobered Shard's thoughts, and he knew that he couldn't recklessly charge their lines any longer if he wanted to avoid getting picked off. Fortunately, his rallying flourish had some effect on some of the more able-bodied villagers, who were yelling battle cries and cursing at the bandits. At the very least, morale was up, though morale would not win the day entirely. Riding back to reinforce the villagers' line, Shard could see that between the dead villagers and the dead bandits, the bandits still had more than a third more manpower than they. Not impossible odds, but definitely disadvantageous.
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Marshall
Hunter
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Post by Marshall on Sept 15, 2014 16:29:08 GMT -6
As Marshall took up a firing position and waited for a good opportunity, he listened to the horseman's speech. It was pretty standard, but that didn't, in any way, mean it wasn't inspiring. Already the villagers were starting to rise up with renewed purpose, ready to defend their families and home with everything that they had. It also gave Marshall that one extra push that he needed in order to confirm that he would act in defence of the village. After all, it would give him an idea of what a real battlefield would be like, and who was he to deny some helpless villagers his aid when he was perfectly capable of doing so?
Marshall was quickly brought back to the present by the sound of the horseman charging into battle. The bandits quickly took notice of this and started to back away, some opting to switch their main weapons in favour of their hand axes. It might not have been a favourable outcome for the village defenders, but it opened up a window of opportunity for Marshall. He caught one bandit letting his guard down, fumbling for his hand axe. Seizing the chance, Marshall quickly took up his aim and fired.
The arrow planted itself into the bandit's shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain and frustration. Finally retrieving his hand axe, he frantically searched his surroundings in an attempt to find his assailant. Unfortunately for him, another arrow was quickly fired from Marshall's bow, this time striking him in the chest and putting him out for good. The victory was short lived for Marshall, though, as another enemy caught on and managed to locate Marshall, tossing his hand axe towards the hunter. Marshall barely managed to avoid getting his leg taken off as the axe landed in the snow in front of him. He was alright for now, but he was now in a much more vulnerable position now that his location had been revealed.
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Shard
Cavalier
We need disguises... -puts on cloak- Perfect!
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Post by Shard on Sept 15, 2014 22:30:40 GMT -6
Shard's armor was now slightly dented and scratched from turning aside glancing blows and ill-aimed axes. As he rode towards one brigand, the brute's mighty axe almost ended Shard's life in a single, unfortunate stroke. Shard didn't see the way that the man had turned, swinging his axe in an unfamiliar pattern, almost up and under his sword, nearly cleaving the Cavalier from chin to crown. Lucky for Shard, the man's axe-head was rather bulky, and managed to get stuck in a rivet in Shard's breastplate. This saved Shard's life, and ultimately deprived the brigand of his weapon, but at the moment of impact, it lifted Shard up and out of his saddle, dumping him unceremoniously in the snow with a -WUMPH-.
Jasper whinnied in surprise as Shard rose, gasping with surprise at still being alive. At that moment, one particularly opportunistic brigand rushed blindly at Shard, hoping to take out the professional soldier before he could recover. Surprisingly, his haste in getting over to Shard to finish him is what caused his downfall, as a farmer wielding a billhook took the bandit through the back from behind, giving Shard a thumbs up as he turned his attention elsewhere. Shard stood, a bit shaken from his brush with death, but determined to not die here. Not when my legend has yet to even begin!
Wrenching the axe head from the riveted riding armor, Shard could see that it would need some repairs later on. Right now, he had to worry about getting back in the fight. It seemed that the villagers were holding up a little better now, giving as good as they got. This was most likely no special fault of Shard's; the bandits were more than likely not used to this level of resistance when raiding a village. Shard whistled sharply above the din, the unique note that Jasper was conditioned to hear and respond to, even under the stress of battle. Most untrained mounts will run when frightened, especially by warfare. Not Ilian-trained, war-bred destriers like jasper. As Shard engaged a nasty looking specimen who appeared to be a Pirate, locking his sword with the tattooed sea-dog's hooked axes, Jasper turned as he galloped by, aiming a kick at the Pirate's back. With a mighty -CLOP-, the man's elbow was now splintered in two, and he flailed in agony until Shard's blade found his throat and stopped his wailing forever. Pulling the blade clean with a dirty -SCHLICK-, Shard grimaced, but then his disgust turned to curiosity as he saw a bandit who was about to charge him, only to find his sprinting be turned limping as he came down with a sudden case of "arrow wound". He continued on a few steps, only to be hit by another arrow with a -SSSHOCK!-, collapsing him into a pool of crimson snow.
Pulling himself back onto Jasper, Shard pulled his steed in the direction the shot had come from, wondering who his new ally was, seeing as how none of the villagers had ranged weaponry. He had only just covered a slight distance, dodging hurled knives and hatchets when he saw a young man with a simple bow, loosing arrows on the brigands from a slight distance. Perhaps a villager who had been outside the village hunting when the bandits had attacked? Or was he an outsider, like Shard? Regardless, it seemed like he was about to be in danger, as a hand axe flew through the air and narrowly missed the youth. Seeing an opportunity to intervene as the bandit who threw the axe began to fumble with his belt for another one, Shard kicked his heels and charged the bandit, swinging for his arm. It didn't connect with flesh, but the jarring reverberations knocked the throwing axe from the bandit's rough hands, and he looked puzzled before ducking and running towards the main line of bandits. Shard called out to the young archer as he checked his sword's edge for damage after that huge strike. "Thanks for the assist, keep your head down and stick to the underbrush!" Shard then turned his horse to face two brigands who were approaching him, axes drawn as they moved cautiously. They didn't appear to have seen the Hunter yet, so Shard mused that he might have some ranged backup to follow up on as he fought in the future of this conflict.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Sept 17, 2014 1:41:40 GMT -6
A purple cloaked villager stood behind the rest, a field scythe in hand. It looked rather auspicious as if he were the grim reaper himself; Death personified and standing among men. In all cases and purposes, it was one of the few bladed weapons left. The villagers had a motley combination of axes, swords, lances and bows and the unlucky ones got miscellaneous farm equipment, broken bottles, or even large birch branches. The men and boys were able to hold off the bandits somehow as the cloaked Ilian drew them together, but they weren't warriors. They knew how to cut down crop, not men. Regardless, they had good strength, endurance, and a willingness to obey his orders.
A knight on horseback joined in the fight and quickly crushed into the enemy lines. Arrows were finding their mark... had the villagers caught the hang of using their hunting weapons in the stress of combat? Regardless, the knight rallied the townsfolk and turned the tide quickly. Running forward with the rest of the villagers, the cloaked man's hood blew back revealing oddly styled snow-white hair and red war-paint of some kind. Bringing the scythe up, he used it as a command tool of sorts. "To the stone well! Push onward! Kill! Kill! Kill!" he cried, urging those more timid to draw blood to get into the fray and start routing the bandits.
From behind him in a corner of a dwelling one of said men ambushed Synkkis. With the hard crunching of snow and the splattering of the slushy mud, he heard the man coming but was only able to block with his awkward, crude weapon. The long blade of the scythe clattered against the man's pair of knives. An archer who was moving along to reposition saw the melee and fired a shot to hit the attacker. However, it found its way in the Ilian's left forearm. The shock of the missile impaling his flesh caused him to cry out as he dropped his scythe and stumbled back. Another arrow came quickly, but narrowly missed the bandit. "Help! Damn, help!" he said as he tried to reach into his satchel.
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Marshall
Hunter
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Post by Marshall on Sept 17, 2014 20:03:49 GMT -6
Well, it looked like that bandit wasn't going to be a problem for Marshall right now. The mysterious horseman quickly rode up to him and disarmed the bandit, stopping him from continuing his ranged assault. The horseman then shouted something about getting to better cover before he rode back into the fray. Marshall, quite relieved and thankful at this turn events, decided that it would probably be best to heed the rider's advice. Staying low to the ground to remain unnoticed, Marshall trudged along the snow until he came across a rather large tree and a few bushes. Not fantastic cover, but it would do for now. From here, he should be able to fire off some arrows while remaining in a safe area... In hindsight, maybe he should have done this in the first place. Oh well.
Only a few seconds had passed before Marshall's attention was drawn back towards the battle. A desperate voice had started to call for assistance, and Marshall quickly traced the voice to its source. A rather odd-looking man had been ambushed by one of the bandits and had dropped his "weapon" into the snow. He also had an arrow buried in his shoulder- strange, as Marshall hadn't seen any of the bandits carrying a bow. Perhaps he had been hit by an unlucky shot intended to hit the bandit. Whatever the reason, he clearly needed help, and Marshall couldn't see any reason not to offer it. Quickly stepping out from his cover to take a shot, Marshall fired his first arrow. Unfortunately, he managed to miss spectacularly despite having a pretty good position to take the shot from. Crap. Hastily, Marshall prepared another arrow and fired his second shot. This time, he managed to hit the bandit at the back of his leg. Not an ideal shot, but at the very least it would impair the bandit's movement.
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Shard
Cavalier
We need disguises... -puts on cloak- Perfect!
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Post by Shard on Sept 17, 2014 21:25:29 GMT -6
Shard's mind was in a million places at once, as he frantically spurred Jasper on from target to target. His first real melee, and he wasn't even getting paid for it! He felt the fear that all men feel when death is close at hand, but years of training under his family's harsh regimen had made it easier to swing his sword anyway, parrying one blade here, hacking at an errant limb there, reacting to the danger instead of trying to make a conscious decision to attack. Shard briefly thought back to his training with his sister, Sharon. The blonde Falcoknight's advice had often come at the end of a training lance, with him knocked on his rump and her standing above him, admonishing him: "Don't think, feel. Don't act, react."
His senses crashed back to him as he reflexively ducked a thrown hand axe that came from his peripheral. A hairsbreadth slower and he'd be missing his jaw. Shard shed the thought from his mind as he mentally checked in on how they were doing as a whole; surprisingly, many of the villagers were putting up an impressive fight, substituting battle-readiness with sheer intensity as they worked to defend their village. "No more! No more!" Cried one elder as he and a group of other older villagers managed to cause one bandit to flee the scene of battle, reconsidering the target he'd picked. Taking in the situation at a glance, Shard could see that with one hard push back, the bandits might be pressed into fleeing. Perhaps if Shard could find their leader...
As he considered this, he looked around to locate the young bowman who had been targeted before. There he was, shooting at a bandit who seemed to be attacking one of the villagers. Good shooting. Although, the bandit wasn't down yet. He was still slowly advancing on the villager, who, as Shard turned his steed to ride at them, seemed to possess a rather odd and distinct visual presence. He somehow didn't look like an ordinary farmer or laborer. But Shard refused to dwell on such thoughts, as the man in question was injured, an arrow in his arm. Friendly fire, perhaps? Shard passed by the staggered bandit, and Jasper turned sharply as Shard's sword snuffed out his life.
As the bandit dropped, Shard waved in thanks to the young bowman who had slowed him long enough for Shard to aid the strangely-attired man. Turning to him, Shard raised his voice above the din, struggling to make his voice heard. "You're injured, try to stay behind me! We can-" but he was cut off by a sudden, terrifying, and... familiar noise: the -WSSSH- of an incoming Fire spell. Dread arced like lightning through Shard as he turned Jasper hard, only to feel a blast of force and a terrible burning sensation spread across his right leg, from hip to thigh. He'd been found by the bandit leader. In a haze of pain, Shard saw that the bandit leader was striding forward, apparently desperate enough to engage them directly now that his forces were on the verge of losing. He looked like a hedge wizard, not terribly skilled but brutal and cruel, and clever as career criminals learn to be. He was obviously targeting Shard, and the Cavalier had just been hit by a Fire spell. Just like that time... when I was a child... Shard found the strength of will to look down first, and was relieved to see that aside from the pain of the heat and the force that had badly bruised him, there was no melted armor or spontaneous combustion to be seen. Still, he couldn't eat very many more attacks like that and walk away from this looking pretty. Shard then looked around, making sure that the strange-looking man with the arrow in his arm had been outside the blast radius, and he had. Good. The enemy leader was holding a red-leather bound tome, and his sackcloth cloak began to flap in the winter wind as he began to charge another Fire blast. Shard dropped his sword and drew his lance, preparing to charge the dastardly Mage if no one intervened soon. Blasted witch-fire, I'll not let anyone burn me again!
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
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OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Sept 18, 2014 0:05:29 GMT -6
The bandit made a gamble in attacking Synkkis, but it didn't pay off for him being so far removed from any support. The arrows whizzing by his head made him duck and shy away from the fight. Then the one that found his leg made his jolt with pain and terror as he reeled back and braced himself against the wall of the dwelling he sprung out of. With a considerable distance between the two opened up, the cavalier Synkkis saw earlier dashed in and slew the bandit not giving him a moment to react.
The shaman was able to pull forth his tome, but now he was more focused on his arm. He took a moment to inspect the wound, the blood dripping from both sides of his arm. The arrowhead went clean through his arm, saving him the trouble of a complicated wound. As he figured this, the cavalier spoke to him and was interrupted by a flash of flame that crashed against his armor and nearly tore him from his horse. The jerking motion unnerved the horse, but it had steeled nerves and did not flee. The Ilian only felt the heat that radiated from the blast and saw where it came from. Knowing he was in the line of fire, he snatched his tome with his good arm and bounded behind a cart and some sacks of feed.
With the time afforded him, he broke the arrow and pulled it out from both sides, wincing from the pain. Realizing the mistake of not pulling out his vulnerary and other medical kit, he fetched the dressing from his pocket. A young woman who saw his plight ran over to him and assisted him. She was rather attractive and her calm nature soothed him in some regard as he did what he could with his right hand to assist the bandaging.
The odd man was now about 10 meters from the cavalier, but he saw he was doing OK with only minor wounding. Once he allowed the bandage to set, he had to get back into the fight right away. He had no idea if the villager's attack was succeeding or not. It may have stalled or crashed against any temporary defense the bandits put up. Even now, the Shaman's tactical brain was running overtime on the smallest of details. He was determined to start casting in only moments.
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Marshall
Hunter
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Post by Marshall on Sept 18, 2014 22:33:48 GMT -6
Once again, the horseman had stepped in to intervene and finish off yet another bandit. Quite honestly, Marshall wasn't really expecting him to do that well, and he had definitely exceeded Marshall's expectations. It was pretty amazing to see how far someone could come in terms of both physical and mental strength, having the willpower and durability to constantly be in the heat of battle. Perhaps that would be something that Marshall would never feel, due to the way he fought and the weapon he used. As such, seeing it from afar may have been just as exhilarating to Marshall as it would to a seasoned soldier up front. It seemed as if the horseman could just keep fighting forever... well, that was until what happened next.
Suddenly, a ball of fire appeared from seemingly nowhere and managed to land a direct hit on the horseman. Marshall couldn't actually see the effects if the attack until the smoke and fire cleared, but the surprise alone has enough to startle Marshall into losing his focus. Dropping his bow in his shock, Marshall had to take a few moments to pick it back up and brush some snow off of it. After he had done so, though, he was able to locate the mage and take up a firing position. However, the effects of the battlefield were starting to get to him. He had so much stress built up at that moment that he couldn't steady his bow for a clear shot. Luckily, though, it seemed that the cavalier had recovered from the attack and would be able to keep fighting. Marshall would simply have to wait for a better oppurtunity to take his shot once he had managed to calm down a bit.
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Shard
Cavalier
We need disguises... -puts on cloak- Perfect!
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Post by Shard on Sept 19, 2014 13:24:54 GMT -6
Shard tried his best to keep his lance steady, but the pain in his leg was overwhelming his senses. He tucked his chin to his chest to keep his head from being an easy target as he spurred Jasper towards the enemy Mage, already regretting the charge. This was foolhardy, he had no plan and no way to guarantee that he'd be able to finish the man off before he was burned to a crisp, but unless the enemy leader was dealt with, the rest of the villagers wouldn't stand a chance. Already, Shard saw one of the villagers fleeing in fear at the sight of the bandit leader, who had a leering grin on his face as he chanted words from his spellbook. He was preparing another Fire spell, and it was probably aimed at Shard again.
They were far enough away that Shard needed to close the distance, but not so far that he was safe from the Mage's ranged attacks. As Shard charged, he felt the tip of his lance wavering, and as he bore down on the enemy, the magic wielder simply sidestepped his charge, ducking away from the lance. The spell was unleashed with a shout, and the dreaded sound of the spell homing in towards him shot Shard full of adrenaline. He reared Jasper hard right, and was rewarded by feeling the heat from the spell on the back of his neck as it barely missed him. Turning, Shard saw that the enemy leader wasn't giving up, charging another spell. Shard dutifully held his lance high, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to hit the Mage on this pass.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Sept 22, 2014 0:31:04 GMT -6
The young woman acted bravely by jumping in to save him as did the others. All he could do in the thick of the moment was to nod to the woman as he took off, still reeling from the loss of blood. He stumbled the first few steps, but gained himself when he was standing upwards and moving. Straining to hold his unholy book in one hand and draw the essence of the elder magic from the pages with his summons, he moved forward until he got to a good vantage point.
In front of him he saw clearly the battle as it took place. He was only able to quickly see that it was in stalemate, but the brigands were losing ground quickly. A lost chance could see unnecessary death, but a moment gained may push the bandits to scatter or surrender.
A dim glow of a purple haze was lit by sparks that bolted from the Ilian's fingertips. A large inky orb rose above him and caught fire in a color never seen conventionally. It dropped into the snow, disappearing from view.
Deep in thought controlling the flux of magic racing towards the enemy juggernaut, Synkkis could feel his strength perfectly fine, but he could not seem to control it so easily. Tendrils erupted from the ground around the mage, but the large collision missed him as the man dodged away. The explosion could kill, but he really wanted to off-set the mage to open him up for the Knight. By the Old Gods it should work.
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Marshall
Hunter
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Post by Marshall on Sept 23, 2014 8:58:11 GMT -6
Marshall observed the struggle between the Mage and the two mysterious warriors. The Cavalier started by charging towards the Mage, but he still appeared to be shaken by the fire magic that he had been hit by a few moments ago. His aim faltered slightly, and the Mage managed to dodge out of the way. Shortly after, the man who had previously been holding a scythe had pulled out a tome and begun to cast a spell. From the colour of the tome and the nature of the attack, Marshall inferred that it was a dark magic attack. To tell the truth, Marshall wasn't really expecting that the man would know magic, but that was beside the point. Anyways, the Mage was barely able to avoid getting hit again as dark tendrils erupted from the ground where he had previously stood. However, it seemed that the Mage was starting to lose focus as he constantly attempted to dodge attacks. Perhaps if Marshall contributed too...
Finally feeling ready to fire again, Marshall readied himself, took up his aim, and slightly stepped away from his cover in order to fire. As Marshall had expected, the Mage was able to sidestep the attack, but Marshall had gained the Mage's attention. He was paying less and less attention to the horseman that had attacked first. Hastily, Marshall fired off a few more arrows at the Mage, favouring the speed that he could fire them over precise accuracy from the shots. Once again, the Mage had to move around a little bit to avoid the arrows. At this point, it seemed that the Mage might be considering different targets for his next attack, something that Marshall hoped would give the Cavalier a good opportunity to attack and end the bandit attack for good.
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