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Post by Plot Device on Sept 15, 2014 19:44:18 GMT -6
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Tamaya
Nomad
"When will the killing end? When will we live in peace?"
Posts: 155
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Ambassador of the Cathecassa
Affiliation: Sacae
Guild: None
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Tamaya
OoC Alias: Ryu
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Post by Tamaya on Sept 20, 2014 20:54:40 GMT -6
All was quiet on the Western front. Tamaya and Shikoba were resting in the shade of a tent, watching with Tamaya's father, her two brothers, and the Chieftain of the Cathecassa as the tribesmen assembled for battle, sharpening blades and filling quivers, saddling horses and slipping on battle garments.
There was a sense of calm before the storm. There were no bandits charging, although their ragtag forces, led by a paladin, were still clearly visible preparing themselves as well. The battle had progressively grown more and more skewed in the defenders' favor; Tamaya was steeling herself for a final vicious push to drive them out of the sector entirely. She was ready. Her bow was polished and her quiver full; she was prepared to fill all who dared attack with the bolts of justice.
"Are you ready, my father, my brothers, my chief?"
Looking at the chieftain and her father sharpening their lances alongside her brothers, who were oiling their swords, Tamaya felt a slight sense of misplacement. She could not boast that she had the skill of her father or brothers, who had become proficient in both melee and ranged combat. And her chieftain was a warrior of high renown, his famed strength and wisdom making him an effective leader. But here, in front of the City of Heroes... Here, Tamaya could let that go. Here, she was part of something much larger -- a battle for the ages. Here, she could lead her kin and her tribe to victory over the brigands and barbarians of Hargus's army. Here, she would form herself a legacy as a protector of the plains.
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Edrick
Shaman
Even in darkness one can devote themself to the light.
Posts: 114
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Jack of all Trades
Affinity: Light
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Post by Edrick on Sept 20, 2014 21:12:28 GMT -6
Wow, day 8 already. It has been about 10 days since he arrive here and offered his help to the city; starting with helping the setup of the defenses and the distribution of water and food around the village so that in the weird case the bandits actually did manage to set fire to the town it all wouldn't have been lost. It was pretty needless so far, the bandits hadn't been able to set a standing fire in the village for the whole siege, that he was aware of. Most of the time he spent his days out on the battle field leading troops that would listen after he helped lead the north to protect the breach in the wall. Occasionally they had to force him to take breaks, which allowed him to ask his friend Valcrist to forge for him his new awesome claws, as a chain of command was properly set up by a man named Richter. He had the same name as one of the biggest traitors to Kraft, that he found funny.That Richter person could lead troops quite well, as well as you could lead multiple groups of Sacaens that were basically separate. The one quarrel he had was that he felt like he was demoted by this man. He went from leading a multitude of troops at the north to leading archers in the west.It was pretty rubbish, all he really did was point out to the archers where they were most needed, which was usually any group of bandits that approached.
The battles had slowly winded down over the days as the defender's strategies were shown to be superior to the bandits, duh, and as even more Sacaens came from around the plains to bolster the defender's numbers even more. Recently however the bandits seemed to have gotten an influx of new people from somewhere, and they could fight better than the others. Where they had found them he did not know. But the battles looked to soon be continuing as the bandits looked to be readying for another go at an attack soon. Finally more action would happen, it was a bad thing for him to think but he just kind of wanted it to be over so many lives were lost already and he was stuck back here, safe with the archers. He wished he could be up front and lead the charge that would break the siege like in tales of legends. That would be cool. But again, archers.
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Roland "Wolf" Wymond
Wyvern Rider
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Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Wandering Knight
OoC Alias: Wolf
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Post by Roland "Wolf" Wymond on Oct 3, 2014 1:23:03 GMT -6
Wolf and Leo could see The City of Heroes in the distance, but something was unnatural about it. There seemed to be a dark living storm cloud assailing the city. As they approached they could see clearer that the cloud was actually an army of Gargoyles. "Oh, great, Hold on Leo!" Wolf shouted. He had Maelstrom fly low to try and avoid most of the gargoyles. Wolf readied his lance because he knew they would not get to the city unnoticed. As if on cue a squad of gargoyles started to descend on the lone wyvern. Wolf decided to charge the gargoyles head on hoping to catch them by surprise. Leo held on to wolf tightly, as Wolf's lance connected with the front gargoyle's face. "We just have to get far enough ahead, and then maelstrom's speed should get us to the town safely!" Wolf yelled as he continued his trajectory past the gargoyle squad who charged him. He glanced back to see the gargoyles still giving chase, but wyverns were more streamlined and would be able to out-fly them. The more pressing concern was the new squad charging straight at them. "Leo! Lean as far forward as you can!" Wolf yelled as he did the same while leveling his lance out in front of them. "We can't fight them head on. Our best bet is to shoot past them and get to the city!" he continued. As they sped towards the oncoming gargoyles, Wolf suddenly had Maelstrom slant down gaining speed as they followed gravity. Using this boost of speed they boomeranged under the approaching gargoyles and back to their starting altitude. As Wolf impaled the last of the gargoyles between him and the wall, he felt the rush of an arrow zoom past him. "They have bows?" wolf asked mostly out of shock and to himself. Luckily, they had made it to the city. Wolf and Leo just entered the western part of the city. "If I never have to do that again, it'll be too soon," Wolf panted as he took in the city's situation . As they descended from the skies, Wolf was amazed at the damage done to the city. He could see a gap in the northern wall, but luckily it looked calm at the moment. As he got closer to the western section of the city, Wolf could get a better picture of the defenses that were still intact inside the sector. "So this is the City of Heroes?" Wolf said as Maelstrom touched the ground. As Wolf checked his surroundings, he saw a mounted archer and a shaman nearby. "Maybe I should ask about the current situation?"
As Wolf was scanning the area, Leo, his younger brother, asked, "Brother, are we going to help the people here?" Leo looked to the damage taking it all in.
Wolf replied, "Yes, we are, Leo." Wolf looked to the female nomad closest to him who was apparently resting under a tent. "Excuse me, miss?" Wolf asked as he and Leo dismounted Maelstrom and approached the Nomad. "We just arrived here and were wondering if you could update us on the tide of the battle. Also, is there someone we should inform or go see for an assignment?" As Wolf neared the woman, he could tell that she was uncertain about something, but at the same time determined. Wolf figured it would be better not to pry into other people's affairs.
"Hi miss," Leo said politely with a short bow. "We're here to help the the city." Wolf also gave a quick nod in the nomad's direction.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
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Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Oct 3, 2014 14:23:40 GMT -6
Elias was is as Elias does. He was in charge of general helpingness and taking careosity, basically a cleric who can and will kick your butt if you so cross him. It wasn't an active hand in the battle like many others had, but it was damn important in it's own right. In fact Elias was sort of... overwhelmed by it. He had many delusions about himself, as that was simply how he was, but among them was not the delusion that he was a good leader. Or organizer. Or anything in that general branch of things. He usually took solace in the fact that even if he messed up, usually only he was the one that was affected. Oh well, time to learn to deal with it. Anyways, his position had him darting all around the city, there wasn't many mages or clerics to speak of, so they had to split them in each section with only him mostly in charge. It wasn't like archers, where there was a ton in each area that each needed to be watched separately, so it left him running from place to place all the time. Luckily he had a horse, so it wasn't too hard.
The fighting hadn't quiiiite started yet today, well outside of the scattered skirmishes and whatnot. He was in the... hrm... He looked at the sun in the distance, west. He was in the west. West side of this city, in the middle of sacae. Hrm... He wondered if Bulgar was near here, he had some memories of that place. Maybe that Sage's tower was nearby? Nah, wasn't the time for that. There was people dying and junk, geez Elias get your head into the horrifying bloody game of death. You need to feel all bad and junk, maybe have an angsty episode about how you can't help ever- Hey that's that one guy! Y'know. That one guy. The one with the... stuff. The guy! Yeah! Geez. He really needed something more interesting about him, Elias couldn't go for the rest of existence calling him the guy. Still there was the guy, in all his guyish splendor, probably reading dirty books and doing situps in tea or whatever the guy does, and being all shamany. Elias waved, but he was turned towards the battlefield so he was sort of waving at the back of his head well whatever. He was in charge of the archers over here. Ewww, archers. Elias had a general understanding of each of the 'captains' or whatever in each other, since it made his job easier. Did you know there was ANOTHER super strong mage? Just like over there in that general direction? He wanted to flag him down and talk, but there were busy not dying and stuff. Gosh bandits, why were you such jerks?
Y'know, Elias had been thinking this whole time about something. Apparently this was all being caused by Hargus, right? There wasn't time to confirm it the day they got here, but since there's been a ton of people going 'ayep, that's Hargus alright' even Kenshin who was like right there when the guy bit it. Or something. Regardless, Hargus was pretty decidedly dead. Now he's back to life. That wasn't impossible, far from it, since it's been proven that the dead can be raised in the past. Heck there was a whole gosh darn war about it. However, outside of Hargus himself, there's been a strange lack of magical silliness. It wasn't a good thing actually, if there was a ton of stuff right away yeah sure it could be dealt with. In the world of magic trickery, taking your time was usually far more dangerous than just getting it over with. So he's had that sort of "oh crap something bad's gonna happen" feeling for the last few days, and it's only gotten worse each passing day something crazy didn't happen.
Of course, as we all know Elias is always right. From his hat to his boot, fashionable without a fault (outside of the countless ones in his personality) so the universe decided that it would prove Elias right today. In a most stupendous way! Thanks universe, you didn't need to. No really, you shouldn't have. It would have been better if you just let Elias be wrong this time. He wouldn't have minded being wrong about something like this.
Even in the West it was impossible to ignore the torrent of magic. The overwhelming... darkness that seeped into his very bones. Elias had been on the ground but he was quick to abandon that as he warped right up next to where The Guy had been standing. He needed to be higher up to see, to know what he was feeling. It wasn't a good feeling, it was one that made him sick to his stomach. It wasn't a silly 'Oh it smells like onions cuz it's dark' type thing, it wasn't.... He couldn't place it. Obviously it felt like elder, but different. Almost like it didn't quite... fit. Like a book too big for its bookshelf, and you have to turn it on it's spine to slide it in. It would be called elder simply because there was no other word to describe it, no other magic that could compare.
Elias stared into the sky at the plume of magical energy, a vortex of... unnatural energy. He could feel the spirits of nature, the anima spirits cringe and cower almost in fear of it. It wasn't right, it wasn't of this world. He was not a man to consider things 'holy' or 'evil' but if he was... well that was probably as close to 'unholy' as you can possibly get. "Crap. I didn't want to be right." Elias muttered. He didn't know 'what' it was, but he DID know that it was bad. It looked like a... flower of purpley blackish smoke, as odd of a descriptor that was. It wasn't just smoke however, there was magic in there. Foul magic, black magic. He's never felt anything like it really, but he could hazard a guess it wasn't very good. Probably for the best you don't breath it in.
The magic had a foul effect on the air, and the mage could only guess what sort of effect if might be having on the men over in the southern part. He couldn't see it from this angle here, but he could see bits and pieces. Too far to really see too much, it reminded Elias of something. So he reached into his bag and pulled out his spyglass, looking through it in the distance. He could see... something, he could see a figure. Not just a figure, many many figures. Countless almost. It was like a cloud. Their silhouette, their shape, their size, their weapon... He's seen them before. Not in person, but illustrations. Gargoyles. Countless gargoyles. Their spears where almost ebony black, but he couldn't see them well enough even with his spyglass, but he knew they weren't simple lances. It reminded him of the envenomed blades that the undead sometimes wielded. Seeped so deeply with darkness and corruption, their very edge caused sickness in the body. If these spears were seeped in the magic that had just been used...
"Edboy." Elias turned to the shaman. "Gargoyles. I don't know how many. Try to shoot down all that you can. We need to let as few in as possible!" Elias splayed his arms apart, his staff Matrona in one hand of his. The spirits were still freaking out, understandably, but he needed them to cooperate. Now more then ever. He moved his free hand slowly, gently as if he was guiding something, guiding the spirits about him. He took a deep breath, focusing and concentrating. As he did this he slowly raised his staff in the air as static electricity in the air began to spark and make his hairs stand on end. With a sudden thrust up with Matrona, the top of the shine blazed a bright yellow sheen. Magic blasting from the very skies darkened with the foul magic, bolts of lightnig blasted from the heavens into the distance. Many bolts bombarding and blasting away at the approaching gargoyles. Elias wasn't sure how many he hit, it was too far away, but it barely put a dent in the numbers no doubt.
"Don't let those spears stab you, whatever you do!" Elias shouted as loud as his voice could carry. What would happen? He didn't know, but he was sure they were going to find out soon.
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Edrick
Shaman
Even in darkness one can devote themself to the light.
Posts: 114
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Jack of all Trades
Affinity: Light
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Post by Edrick on Oct 3, 2014 17:55:13 GMT -6
He had sent the order for the troops, well, his archers, to ready themselves earlier and they were just getting into position to fight the enemies. It was taking much longer than it should have because apparently the mix of Sacaens couldn't just realize they were fighting for the same cause and work together for that cause. No, they were thinking of politics and what they might be able to gain from the situation, and they didn't want to be told what to do. That would explain why he had almost gotten attacked by a few earlier, because they didn't want to be taking orders from someone not of their tribe, or as young as he was. If only they could all get along, then it would go much more smoothly.
From his point overlooking the troops he began to feel something, something others would consider bad, really bad. It was a sort of darkness that he had never felt before, it was a great darkness much more than when he had hit himself with his own magic, it was so massive he couldn't really find something to compare it to. This was bad, really bad. And if almost on Que a giant plume of darkness began to rise from the south as well, this really didn't look good. "ARCHERS READY!" he shouted down to those under command expecting the worst of this situation.
Sadly the worst was happening, only a few minutes later something began to blot the sky and began to move towards his location, not good at all. But suddenly a wyvern flew in, avoiding the things flying in from no where and began to try to talk to the archers, who in their right mind would do that with what was happening in the south hopefully he would get a clue. "WYVERN RIDER, GET OUT OF THE ARCHERS WAY! ARCHERS AIM TOWARDS THE FLYING THREAT FROM THE SOUTH!"
Then smaller pulse of magic, this one less ominous, happened right next to him and poof, Elias appeared out of no where; he began to inform him of what was happening although most wasn't really a surprise at this point "I'm already on it Elias. ARCHERS FIRE!" A volley of arrows flew towards the flying beasts taking down multitudes, but more came to replace those that fell. He turned to one of the messengers that he kept close at hand just in case. "You there, go and find Richter, tell him I am requesting to be moved to the south to better apprehend this new threat." The man quickly ran off to try and find Richter, hopefully he would find him quickly, this was bad and the closer he was to the problem the better he could think of a plan to stop it.
"ARCHERS AIM!" He yelled again, the best way to do this was in volleys, they stopped the enemies from dodging in these situations. "Elias, what is wrong with those weapons? And aren't you supposed to be commanding the mages?" He really had no idea what the man was talking about in this case, but he was really skilled in magic so if he thought something was wrong then it probably was. "ARCHERS FIRE AGAIN AND RELOAD!" Edrick prayed these monsters wouldn't cause all of these people to die, maybe they should start planning an escape way just in case?
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Tamaya
Nomad
"When will the killing end? When will we live in peace?"
Posts: 155
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Ambassador of the Cathecassa
Affiliation: Sacae
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Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Tamaya
OoC Alias: Ryu
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Post by Tamaya on Oct 18, 2014 13:56:53 GMT -6
A voice? It was a young man who spoke, and he had a young lad with him as well. The elder couldn't have been more than twenty or twenty-two, and the boy seemed like he was around eight. Why would anyone bring a child to such a place? This was a battlefield, a nest of death and sorrow...
"Hello. My name is Tamaya, of the Cathecassa. If you seek to aid the City of Heroes, as you say, you have come to the right place. Your skills, and the skills of your mount, will be greatly appreciated. You will help our effort greatly. However, I am afraid that this is no place for young children... I fear for the young one's safety in the chaos of combat."
The nomad slowly rose and got onto Shikoba.
"The battle has been raging for many days now. I believe the precise number is around eight or nine. We have thrown back the forces of the attackers, but have not destroyed them completely in this sector. That is what we wish to do."
Suddenly, there was a strange and eerie silence, and then an explosion of sound. What? There were things flying in, terrible things... Demons. Monsters. Things that Vaan of the Fog spoke of.
"Wyvern Rider, lend us your aid!"
The Nomad woman raced forward, and her clan fell in behind her, fanning out into a great wave that moved forward to confront the enemy. There were traditional forces following the beasts, and her clansmen formed defensive lines and engaged them as the archers of the plains formed their arcs. Bolts of death showered upon the beasts, and Tamaya let her arrows fly with the seeming strength and resolve of the great Hanon.
The red-cloaked mage was shouting something, and after hearing it, she too passed the word on.
"DO NOT LET THE BEASTS' SPEARS STRIKE YOU! SLAY THEM FROM AFAR!"
Seeing a dark-cloaked figure yelling orders to other archers, Tamaya raced over to him.
"You, wielder of shadows! I am Tamaya of the Cathecassa. If you have need of my clan for any certain area, call upon me, and I will move my people to your aid!"
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Roland "Wolf" Wymond
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 18
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Wandering Knight
OoC Alias: Wolf
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Post by Roland "Wolf" Wymond on Oct 22, 2014 22:42:45 GMT -6
As Wolf looked around, he noticed a couple of prominent figures other than the nomad with whom he spoke. He saw a Mage Knight and a Shaman. The Shaman seemed to be directing the archers on the wall nearby. Upon, hearing Tamaya comment about Leo's well-being, Wolf responded, "I wish I could have left him somewhere safer, but I would fear for his safety anywhere with the current set of events. With Ostia's fall and the horde of monsters- I couldn't leave him back in the village we have come from. I figured the safest place is where I can keep an eye on him, perhaps this is a selfish view, but one I cannot help but have."
"Don't worry, Miss Tamaya, My brother is strong and so is Maelstrom, his wyvern. I'll be okay!" Leo said enthusiastically. "We got through that horde of gargoyle things on our way here so we'll be fine!"
Wolf gave introductions, "By the way, I am Roland, but I go by Wolf. The enthusiastic one is Leo, my little brother; and my wyvern as Leo said is named Maelstrom. It is a pleasure to meet you and we'll do all we can to protect this city, but my main priority is Leo's safety. As much as it would pain me to leave a battlefield with comrades on it fighting, I will do what I must to protect Leo. I owe it to the ones I fight with to say this now."
There was no time for Wolf to thank the Nomad for the battle update because right afterwards there was a blast of noise coming from outside the city. The winged Monstrosities that Wolf had flown through to get here were now swooping down to the city wall beginning their assault.
Hearing Tamaya's call for assistance, Wolf replied, "I'll follow your lead Lady Tamaya!" Wolf then called to Leo as they mounted Maelstrom, "Hold on tight Leo!" Maelstrom gave a loud roar and lifted off the ground. The wyvern took off after the nomadic archer. Wolf lanced a gargoyle that was approaching Tamaya from her blind side. "I'll cover your blind spots, Lady Tamaya!" Wolf yelled as Maelstrom air dodged a thrown javelin.
Wolf saw the shaman's archers shooting wave after wave of arrows into the horde in the sky, and Tamaya's nomads were either shooting at the nearing gargoyles or fighting the ground enemies with other weapons. Wolf then heard that Mage knight yell something, followed by Tamaya clarifying to her nomads. "So we can't get touched by those spears, huh? Got it," Wolf said to himself. "This is going to be a long day."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
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Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Nov 10, 2014 18:51:02 GMT -6
"Healers, actually." He corrected him, thought it was scarcely the time. "Monster's weapons have been known to be enveloped in such blackness that their very edges cause poisonous symptoms in the ones hit, these weapons... don't look envenomed but they look BAD. I don't know WHAT they'll do, I just know it isn't good." Elias quickly explained, call it a hunch. His hunches were usually right. For better, but mostly for worst. It seems Edrick was mostly on top of things, for the time being. His words of being wary of the spears were being carried on by others, which was good. Of course that left him with a dilemma, should he travel to the south end to see the face of this magic first hand? Or should he stay here and try his best to aid these men? On the one hand, he might be able to do more help overall if he got a better idea what was going on, on the other, that might leave this end of the battlefield without assistance. Though he scarcely believed he was the one to make or break their victory, every little bit helped.
He cast his staff up once more, directing the magic into the sky where it came crashing down in a bombardment of bolts of lightning and thunder crashing through the sky and striking into their lines. Once again he wasn't sure how many, or if he hit any at all, but he hoped that he did and that he helped in his own small way. It was hard to hit moving targets with this spell, especially airborne ones, they weren't as densely clustered together like he would like, and that meant he couldn't be sure if he would hit anything let alone everything.
"I'm heading south." He decided as he told Edrick. "I need to see the source of this magic first hand, maybe I can learn something about how to fight this. Or... what it is. This isn't normal, so many gargoyles from nothing? How could someone summon so many?" He explained to the shaman. "I'll be back. Hopefully. Be careful." He also needed to organize the healers to be ready, and plead for some guards for each one, they can barely defend themselves, they were prime pickings for flying foes such as these.
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Edrick
Shaman
Even in darkness one can devote themself to the light.
Posts: 114
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Jack of all Trades
Affinity: Light
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Post by Edrick on Jan 19, 2015 15:51:44 GMT -6
Edrick couldn't even fathom what was going on. There were so many things happening at once that he was having trouble thinking straight. That was a bad thing. Some archer just ran up and asked for orders now. NOW? Why didn't she listen to the ones he gave out earlier? Those Sacaens were going to be the death of themselves at this rate! And that guy on the wyvern was still around, apparently following the oblivious archer, and disrupting the shots of any one with ranged attacks. There was a reason why there weren't any other flying units in the Archer's lines after all! Was the man really that oblivious? Gah! He needed to sort everything out. With the addition of all these monsters everything was getting really bad! The city wasn't going to fall on his watch!NO matter how many people, or monsters tried to mess it up. Time to sort it out.
"ARCHERS READY, AIM!" He yelled out across the field. In response his archer's bows began to bet drawn back, with varying kinds of arrows in each one.
Edrick's hands rose to his temples and his fingers began moving in a circular massaging motion as he dealt with all of. . . this. His eyes opened and he turned to the Sacaen woman that was followed by the wyvern and her clan. Her whole clan!?! Why weren't they doing as he said earlier? "Okay, you go back and follow into the rhythm that the other archers are firing at.In Volleys arrows are much more destructive. It is many times harder to dodge. Take the melee members of you clan and protect the archers with them. the archers and mages need to be defended at all cost. They will make it much easier to beat the flying monsters. Almost as if on que, one of the Gargoyle esq creatures began hurtling down towards him with a bunch of arrows sticking out of it. Edrick jumped backwards as the creature hit the ground where he was standing, writhing around like a person in pain. Edrick just stared at the creature, unsure of what to make of it before another soldier ran over and plunged his lance into the creature's head, ending it. "Now go!" He said to the woman on the horse. "Don't die out there."
"ARCHERS FIRE!" He yelled out across the din of the battlefield and his men replied. It sounded so weird, the way that every archer out there let loose their arrows in a deadly maelstrom of wood, feathers and iron. But no matter how awesome it sounded the effects were even more deadly. The monsters began to drop from the skies like flies, multiple arrows protruding from each one. Some of them on fire, affected by magic as well. So very effective. "KEEP THE TEMPO UP!" he yelled as he sent one of his men, a healer, to go and try to keep up the volleys with the archers. He couldn't keep doing it himself he had other things to do.
He then turned to the Wyvern rider who was going to be grounded. "Now you, Wyvern rider, stay OUT of the skies. The only thing you'll do up there is be a hassle for the archers and other range units. Go fight on the ground and protect the archers, just stay out of the sky, you'll get more of our people killed that way." He didn't like having to take on such an accusatory tone with a random stranger but this situation was starting to call for some extreme measures. Mainly like him joining the battle.
At that point Elias came up and told him something, that he was going to the south. Why? Summoning? That was possible?So many questions. "Eli, be safe.I may join you after I stabilize things here." Stabilize? since when are battles truly stable?
As Edrick contemplated on where to jump into the battle he noticed something very strange. The monsters began to attack the bandits as well as the defenders. Wait, then just whose side were the monsters on? Did that mean the bandits in the south were dead? Well they had to be at this point if they were sandwiched between the defenders and the monsters. AS he looked over the strange behavior of the monsters his eyes widened in first shock and then fear. After men would fall they would rise again as monsters. What was causing that? Was it the weapons that he warned about? That was a big disadvantage! Whenever they lost a man the monsters gained one? Is that what happened in the south? Oh no, that was terrible! Just how many monsters were there? He saw another volley of arrows fly over head and strike monsters
The bandits at that point seemed to be falling apart at the seams. They devolved into small cells of people, each trying to do what they could to survive. Some tried fleeing into the plains, and were some of those few were pursued by the gargoyles. Others tried throwing themselves against the Sacaens even harder, but why? Couldn't they see that the more people killed the more monsters would appear? Were they that stupid? Was he the only one that could see this happening? What was causing them to be turned like that? The monsters themselves or was there something else at work? There were other bandits as well, these ones seemed more composed than the other ones, that were turning their blades against the monsters. Interesting. Those must be some of the more experienced ones. They were much better than the few that were trying to fight each other, stabbing each other and the like. What were they trying to gain? Did they think that they could escape like that? No, the monsters were much to fast to get away like that. This was either a fight or die situation. Maybe he could get the more composed bandits to fight FOR them instead of against them. Not that the bandits were much of a threat anymore with how they were falling apart.
That was his chance to improve the odds. He heard that the enemy got reinforced by some Ilian mercenaries. Those men and women would only be there for the money. They probably were just desperate now to get out of this alive, they were probably some of the small groups fighting against the monsters. Maybe he could get them to join forces with the defenders? Yes yes, it just might work. It may be the only chance. And with that he dove into the chaos of the battle field.
He deftly dodged around the troops and monsters, avoiding attacks left and right, until he got to the point where the lines used to fight at. Now practically no bandits were trying to fight the defenders, most having fled out, to the north or the plains. And those that didn't flee were either fighting the monsters or were dead. Not exactly in the position that most people would like to be in That could be a keen edge in winning them over to their side.
"People!" He refrained from using the term bandit as that might make some of the Mercs Or more sensitive bandits mad and that was something he DIDN'T want. "We must unite against the monsters! With every person they kill They only add to their ranks and get stronger! If you continue fighting against the people of this city then we shall all end up in the monster's ranks! The monsters show no mercy! We must put aside out differences and fight the monsters at hand! If we don't we will all end up dead and no one will be left. We can not let this become another Ostia!" After he said that some of the bandits that were still attacking the defenders stopped, even though some continued to do so. It seemed that the bandits saw some merit in his words through their fear ridden haze.
With the little speech he gave the bandits, or at least the mercenaries, began to redouble their effort against fighting the monsters and even the other bandits going crazy along side of the Defenders.The only problem was that the lines kept getting pushed away from the south and towards the town. It was very slowly but it was still happening.
As the fighting raged on, with Edrick shouting encouragement and persuasions to get the mercs, bandits and defenders to fight harder, against those that still wanted to be bandits, and the monsters that were now plaguing the battlefield, something weird happened. He felt a sort of darkness begin to amass. He couldn't tell what it was but it felt sinister. And powerful, more powerful than he could remember feeling. It made him uneasy, yet it also stirred up something inside of him. It sort of felt like he did when they were researching in Ostia, but worse. What could this be?
However he soon got his answer, and he was regretting asking it. Over everything he saw something raise up from the south side of the city. But it was facing them! It had one single eye and Arms bigger than tree trunks. It looked like. . . It looked like the cyclopes that He had read about in the past. They still existed? B-but that was impossible? They were either just a myth or all dead! There was no way that something like that could still exist without people knowing about it! It would be impossible to hide anywhere! What could possible make that thing? He was both curious, scared and. . . excited? The prospect of learning from it was amazing, but that was impossible. There was probably no way that he could talk to whatever did that. More importantly, what could that thing do to the wall? If it got there then the city was doomed! "Men! Fight harder! It is the only choice! If that thing reaches the town then there will be no safe place in the plains! Everything will die! There will be no hope! SO Fight Harder!" The bandits that were throwing themselves at the lines still trying to get to the city calmed down at that point as they stared for a moment at the monstrosity that now loomed over the battle field. There was almost no hope if they didn't keep fighting.
Almost as if to emphasis his point something else happened. He felt another surge of dark energy and saw a ball of dark energy fly towards the wall from atop the Cyclops. It could shoot magic too! How could they possibly defeat the thing? If they were going to defeat it they would need everything they got. That included both sides. The magic shot produced an explosion where it hit that rang out across the battlefield. No! There was smoke too? Did it hit the wall? If something that powerful hit the wall then there would be no chance of the wall surviving that! That would allow all of the monsters an easy way to get in, they needed soldiers there quick! But he was way out here. . . No matter, he must get there, he was needed more in the south now than he was here. Anybody could lead this part now. It didn't have to be him, no matter how much he hated leaving his post, but Richter never sent a messenger back. For all he knew that meant he was dead. That meant that his orders didn't matter. Perfectly logical reasoning. Okay, not really, but it would have to do.
"Men hold the lone steady and only retreat when you have to!" He yelled out as he began to run towards the city so that he could make his way to the impact zone of the magic. Along the way to the city he passed off the role of commander to the woman from earlier, the one that was of the tribe that seemed to follow her word, she commanded a chunk op people by default so she was already a decent choice. And with some more dodging over corpses and around enemy attacks he slipped inside the city and made his way south.
(Moving Ed to south)
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Roland "Wolf" Wymond
Wyvern Rider
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Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Wandering Knight
OoC Alias: Wolf
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Post by Roland "Wolf" Wymond on Feb 27, 2015 12:03:04 GMT -6
Roland noticed the archers about to send off a volley and just realized he would be an obstruction to them, "what a blunder on my part," he sighed. He quickly had Maelstrom fly low and out of the archers' path. he struck out a low-flying gargoyle charging at him. he also heard the shaman yell for him to stay out of the skies. He sighed again, it seems his blunder had caught attention of someone else anyways, "Time to make up for it I suppose," he hovered near the ground and defended the archers from oncoming gargoyles coming in low. After a few more volleys from the archers, he noticed the shaman looking off south, where he glanced also and saw a large humanoid shape in the distance with a dark sphere heading towards somewhere near the South wall. The South side was in trouble
As he fought, Roland noticed less and less bandits were fighting the defenders. He then started seeing the gargoyles turn on the bandits. Apparently the shaman in charge over here had noticed as well and rallied the bandits and mercenaries they had hired to fight with us against the gargoyles. He hadn't noticed earlier, but he realized that the Gargoyles' numbers were not dissipating as much as he thought they should be by now. He then saw a bandit stabbed by one of the Gargoyles' lances and after falling down, he got up and morphed into a Gargoyle. "No way, when we lose a soldier, they gain one," he said aghast.
Roland had decided to stick to a section of the wall to better protect one group of archers while others could protect other archers. He was doing quite well as barely any actually got through the arrow barrage, but what was worrying was the fact that their numbers were unknown, and they could get more by killing us.
"We can't let them overrun us! Fight hard and keep them back!" Roland shouted to a few men who had gathered to his spot to better defend the archers. Moments later he heard the Shaman guy yell to continue to hold out and retreat only when necessary. It seems he was heading elsewhere, probably the South wall if he had to guess. He heard through the grapevine that Tamaya was given command of this side while the shaman was gone. It seems the day will only get harder from here.
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Roland "Wolf" Wymond
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 18
Sacae Fame: 1
Profession: Wandering Knight
OoC Alias: Wolf
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Post by Roland "Wolf" Wymond on Mar 20, 2015 0:44:04 GMT -6
It was over. The hordes of foul creatures stopped swarming the city like a never-ending army but instead started attacking more to their nature- wild and uncontrollable. They couldn't let their guard down, but the real battle was over. Now was just clean up. The Archers sent wave after wave of arrows into the now dwindling horde of gargoyles. Without that dark presence to direct them, many just flew off into the distance. The ground troops reorganized themselves to round up any creatures on the ground and slaughter them.
"Brother, it's over isn't it?" Leo asked excitedly.
"Yeah," Wolf smirked. "It is." he stabbed a lone gargoyle who happened to get past the arrow waves. "We won. Perhaps we should head South to see if we can help with anything there. They had the hardest battle over there. I don't think we are needed here anymore. Tamaya and her clan can finish up the west side," Wolf continued.
"Yeah, let's go!" Leo agreed. Maelstrom roared his approval as well.
Wolf took note not to fly in front of the archers this time and ascended only after he passed the wall. He looked over the Western wall. He could still see smaller hordes of demons either charging the wall mindlessly or running away. "What a fight, what a war. Leo when this battle has wrapped up let's visit more of Sacae. Even war torn, Sacae has a beauty to it," Wolf thought aloud.
"Yeah, that sounds great!" Leo answered.
They flew off towards the Southern Wall now.
[Moving South]
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