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Post by Vincent on Nov 7, 2016 15:06:15 GMT -6
Cornwell, it was a strange place these days, it broke off from Lycia and yet they met no retribution for doing so, and further still they became, perhaps as best he could describe a business nation. But not just businesses, guilds. Lycian soil, or Cornwellian rather was pleasant beneath his feet. It was not the crisp crunch of Ilia's snow, nor the thick grass of the plains. It was good land, soft by his standard, and it made him feel at home. In fact it raised his spirits.
The market was bustling as he maneuvered the crowds and stalls. He stopped at one to buy a quick meal. It seemed as though no one here knew who he was, it was nice. No Heelcutter, or noble killer comments or looks, he was just another guy and he would build a new reputation. If he was going to find Burt then he needed to be where the monsters are, helping others and making money would just be a nice bonus.
As he was leaving the stand with a bit of food he noticed something flash out of sight from his peripherals. It was white. Was it his imagination? Or perhaps it was not. He decided to ignore it for now as he looked for a place to register or join an official guild.
Suddenly things got crazy in an instant. A ragged man came screaming through the streets talking about monsters. "They have come for us! They were on the bridge! They came from below and ambushed us!" He was weeping with frantic fear. Crawling on the ground pleading for someone to help him and even grabbing at the tail of a woman's dress for attention.
"Hey!" Vincent called to get his attention. Someone had to calm the man and from what he was saying it sounded like there was trouble brewing for everyone. The man let go of the woman's dress and looked at the young mercenary. It was not a look one would give their savior but rather a disappointment.
"You? Why have the gods forsaken us?" What did he mean by that? "The only one that will hear my plea is a boy! A child!" He began sobbing. The irritation at being looked down on hit its peak.
"Quit groveling and explain what happened in detail! From the looks of it I'm the best help you're going to get crawling on the ground looking pitiful as you are, and as they say beggars can't be-."
"I know the saying!" The man snapped. "Its just. There were so many of them! They came out of nowhere and they just started killing indiscriminately! We all scattered and I don't know what happened to the others!"
"No time to waste then. You came from the bridge yeah?"
"What? I don't even have any money."
"Then I'll do it for free since you doubt me so much. Oh, but if you find my work satisfactory then maybe you can consider some sort of payment. Send me aid if there is any available to you." With a dismissive hand wave the young mercenary turned his back to the man and began to leave for the mentioned bridge. He hurried in a run fairly certain that if he was to save any of the others he needed to be quick. One thought nagged at him though, how many monsters were there?
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Inese Ozols
Troubadour
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Post by Inese Ozols on Nov 8, 2016 23:12:39 GMT -6
Inese tried her best not to look at the abomination as she made her rounds around the bridge, patrolling for any sort of survivors. Most of the people who had been on the bridge at the time were now nothing more than sloppy piles of... inhuman parts. She shuddered slightly, though she was not certain if it was at the gore or the beast perpetrating the slaughter.
She had been tracking it for days, now. It had emerged from the border of Laus and simply wandered mindlessly for quite some time. Inese planned on informing villages on its path to arm themselves and prepare for combat.
So much for that plan.
It was a Bonewalker, but unlike any Inese had ever actually seen. Well, to be quite honest with herself, she had seen very few. You generally only saw them when they were about to end your life. She had only seen two of them with her own eyes, both during raids of villages. They were... nothing. Nothing as in despite being the literal remains of humans, they were nothing like them. They held... nothing. No emotion. No remorse. No hesitation. All they were was skilled with weapons and calculating as strategists.
But even to those standards, this thing was different. It was somehow stronger. The way it wielded axe, bow... it was terrifying. She prayed beneath her breath to every god she knew to keep her alive. Please, please, please...
... Inese stared at a rustling spot on the grass. It seemed there was a survivor. She made another round. Perhaps a dozen meters from the fiend, from what she could guess. A terrible distance to be. How she was supposed to reach the human was beyond her.
It mattered not. It was her duty. She closed her eyes as her prayers changed to obscenities. Within a moment, she loosened her grip on Caliburn's reins, the steed beginning to dash forward at breakneck speed towards the shifting patch of foliage.
She heard a sound that almost made her fall off her horse. A whizzing sound. An arrow. She jolted down into a hunched stance; she was damned if she was going to meet her end today. Reaching her hand down as she passed by the survivor, she found the arrow that had just been fired now lodged into the woman's back. Oh.
Leaning back up, she held herself from vomiting. What horror was this? Death she had seen many days, but delivered by this monstrosity? She went back to her previous path, making half-circles around the bridge. At least the thing seemed not to be moving.
Certainly someone was on their way... right?
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Argus
Knight
A young knight from Carrhae, currently in charge of the Order of Maltet.
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Post by Argus on Nov 9, 2016 11:21:09 GMT -6
Argus was heading to Cornwallis? He thinks it was called, anyway, the soil seemed... Good here, that is until he saw a woman on a horse that seemed to be praying for some reason. He foolishly drew closer, the clanking of his armor making his appearance obvious to everyone and thing, nearby. The man seemed to be woefully underequipped for the 'Thing' that was nearby.
He waved to her and started walkinh towards her whilst saying "Hello there madam!" He never noticed the rustling grass nearby. He DID notice the fear on her face. Walking up and tapping her back with a finger. "Ma'am. Are you okay? You seem startled." He says. Observing her, and then trying to follow her gaze before seeing the rustling grass and readying his lance and placing his helm upon his head and stepping towards it, lance held closely to him when he yelled "COME OUT NOW! REVEAL YOURSELF!" He yelled before thrusting his lance at the rustling grass.
'The air was clear and crisp, the sky blue and empty of clouds... It seemed like a perfect day... But the monsters there... They would ruin that in an instant. Spreading the red tide of blood throughout the lands and making every farm burn to solumn ash. The world would fall to these creatures only if they had any semblenace of intelligence. Luckily for Argus. He, and the other warriors here, had that particular aspect in spades. So he would fight, and fight, and fight, until he could fight no more. For the world, For Family, For Friends, and for the Helpless. May the good fight continue forevermore.' Argus thought as he thrust the spear, happy he had found something to do despite the ominous atmosphere around them.
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Post by Vincent on Nov 11, 2016 13:24:08 GMT -6
By all normal means it was a beautiful day; the sun was high in the sky with nary a cloud in sight. The world had a way of being ironic like this. Despite the horrors and atrocities the world around them did not match. A lone wight stood in the center of the bridge, almost like a lone sentinel keeping watch. It was unmoving and if not for the recent attacks and reports one might think it was a decorative statue.
Unlike the more common bonewalkers, that were eerily nowhere to be found, its body was not white but dyed purple. It was a thing empowered by the nether and the physical effects of it were quite clear. The stone beneath its feet seemed to sway and shift if one were to look at it. In fact the area around it did. Perhaps the world itself rejected the abomination. Its bones were exposed except for the places where it was covered in armor. Once a warrior of the land and now a dead soldier, it carried with it trinkets from long ago. On its back was a Quiver and short-bow, by its side a scabbard and blade, but in hand, it held the mightiest axe of improbable size.
The axe was not a trinket of its old life, it was something it had adopted since its fall. The handle was curved and mode from decaying oak, but imbued by the dark, it was unlikely to crack. The axe heads were as thick as a man's torso is wide and as long as a femur. It would take a great deal of strength to lift, let alone wield properly.
Fallen around it were carts that blocked most of the bridge. Three to be more exact, and a fourth that had been sent into the river below, too shallow to carry it away it was smashed beyond use and stuck. They were torn apart and slashed with wheels even cracked purely in two. By one was a horse, slain while still pulling the cart, but it looked as though the other beasts managed to flee. Unfortunately the merchants were not so fortunate.
Even beyond the bridge the scene was a grizzly one. The dead were lain about the sides of the road. Trails of blood were left by those that managed to run and more than a few limbs were hacked away and left behind in odd places. The bodies that were the furthest all had arrows sticking out, clearly not allowed to escape.
Among the gore was a woman who had been rendered unconscious and somehow overlooked by the first assault. She had to use everything within her not to scream, to cry, or to puke. The sight was only slightly worse than the smell. She crawled out from underneath her husband who died protecting her and slowly rose to her feet. Aside from the bridge the other monsters were not there. She staggered a moment as she took in the area, nearly breaking her mind outright but she resolved to get away, for her daughter if not herself. As she moved she thought of only that one thought and then she saw a woman on horseback. Was it perhaps an illusion? She began to weep aloud and ran faster.
The sounds of her sobs and the movement in the grass did not escape the wight's senses. Wordlessly, through the nether it called upon the bonewalkers to come and finish her off. It only took one. From the riverbank it crawled up fro below with a longbow in hand. In its skull shown a bright red like a flame from beyond. It drew back the bow and with one swift motion it fired. Vvvvish! The arrow flew. Thunk! The woman was struck into her spine, falling forward, paralyzed and bleeding out.
Face first the woman fell. Her tear stained face contorted by pain and fear. She could not move, it was the end. But what of her child she wondered cruelly. The bonewalker stood over the woman's corpse only long enough to draw a blade and end her. When the life was satisfactorily snuffed it left, the only sounds being of its bones rattling as it stepped and its blade returning to its sheath.
As the walker came to the bridge it was about to descend back into its waiting place when suddenly the sounds of a horse trotting became cause for it to return to work. It did not feel joy, glee, or even irritation. It was not a sense of duty that continued to drive and spur the walker to go back, it was just what it was there for. The wight had not moved, it was true, but the walkers below were stirring. Two survivors already? It was time to begin killing again.
The bonewalker drew its blade and began to approach the woman and her horse. Its rattling ought to have made its approach obvious if not for the other man that had unwittingly come upon the scene. His armor allowed no stealth and even masked its approach.
Had his opponent been more human they would likely have berated the man for stabbing at suspicious noises as he made a demand of someone. His actions allowed no time for a man to reply before they met with a skewer to their bodies. It was something someone should inform him of but in this case it would prove to save his life. As the unwitting knight lashed out with his lance, the approaching bonewalker took a mighty blow to its chest. The force blew open the bones and shattered its ribs piercing where the heart should be. A normal man would have been struck dead before he could reveal his intentions. But the bonewalker simply staggered back a step. It paid the weapon inside it no mind, if anything it made this next part easier. It grabbed hold of the lance's shaft and pulled itself forward breaking open the bones of its back and stepping in to slash at the knight. It made no sound save the rattling of its bones. The knight would not be able to retract his lance and fight, he would have to abandon it or possess immense strength and lift it walker and all or prepare for the blow.
The wight on the bridge came to life now turning around to face the direction of the living. It raised up its axe and slammed it back down onto the stone bridge to call to arms its remaining walkers. In little wasted time four more skeletal soldiers began to climb out over the riverside preparing to join the first.
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Vincent rushed out of the city and onto the road. If there were undead at the bridge he could afford to waste no time or energy in dealing with them. He undid the case on Phoenix Heart and drew out the blade. It was shining brightly ready to fulfill its purpose since it was first forged so long ago. It was unfortunate however that he was ready to fight but such a ways off yet.
He cursed under his breath hoping that if there were survivors left he may be able to make it yet. If not, he would let loose everything he could muster and destroy them all outright.
Was it close? Was he simply running that quickly? Or had time moved far faster than he dared to believe? He could see the bridge in the distance but he was still too far off to help anyone yet.
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Inese Ozols
Troubadour
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Post by Inese Ozols on Nov 12, 2016 21:37:11 GMT -6
As the Wight stood to full height before summoning its minions, Inese sat frozen on her steed, unable to do anything but stare at the sight. She had never seen this many Bonewalkers in her life. One alone was enough to decimate an unprepared village; but five, especially with the leader being as strong as it was? Whoever walked away from this alive would prove to be the luckiest person on this continent.
Her attention was only barely brought back by the voice that echoed in her mind. It took well over a few seconds for the sentences Argus had said to have any meaning to Inese, but when they did, she quickly snapped back to reality. Her head spun to see the knight's current predicament; lance stuck in a Bonewalker's chest. Wait. Another!? There were six!? Inese cursed her father for setting her on this path.
"Knight! Leave the lance! Bash with your shield!" She shouted, quickly falling back to put the armored figure in between herself and the skeletal foe. Assuming she was not slain (a rather likely outcome considering the foe), she could perhaps offer a few scraps of aid to the knight, healing some of his wounds. Her work was far from what most would call adequate, but in times of need one took what they could get.
After all, beggars couldn't be choosers, no?
Whatever Argus did, he didn't have much time to do it. Inese was already on standby for her services as a healer, the stave she used already in hand and pulsing with a blue-green tint that identified it as healing magic. "And do keep me alive!" She shouted again at Argus. "I'll keep you alive in return!" She quickly added, almost as an afterthought.
She hoped this man was at least somewhat capable as a warrior. She didn't wish to see more death. Not at the hands of... these things.
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Argus
Knight
A young knight from Carrhae, currently in charge of the Order of Maltet.
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Post by Argus on Nov 16, 2016 7:02:58 GMT -6
Argus removed the shield from his breastplate, moving it in front of the attack, moving the force of the axe away from him, causing sparks to fly everywhere. Right after however, he grabbed the axe's handle with his right hand and pulled with all his might. Hoping to disarm the bonewalker.
The metal on the shield was scratched from the bonewalker's axe. But he was alive. That was all that mattered. That and keeping the healer safe. Which reminded him. "Don't worry! I'll take care of this one. You just keep out of harm's way okay?" He asked the Troubador, obviously concerned for the healer's safety. He looked around him. Seeing all of the Wight's minions rising from the ground he could only think of one thing to say at this point. "COME GET ME YOU DASTARDS!" He screamed, attempting to headbutt the bonewalker nearest him.
Clouds began rolling in, rain was coming soon, and with it slippery ground and startled horses. They would have to be extra careful if it even got here. Argus was making sure to keep himself between the bonewalker and the troubadour. He looked back to her occasionally. He did have to keep her alive after all.
He kept an eye on her at all times he could. He wasn't going to let another of these things hurt someone. Especially not a healer. So he stood his ground between her and the bonewalkers nearby. "Stay safe madam! And keeping me alive would be appreciated!" He said.
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Post by Vincent on Dec 3, 2016 10:36:24 GMT -6
[Very sorry for the wait]
The pierced bonewalker closed in on the knight striking with its axe and met with a shield sending the weapon sideways. The force of the strike was enough to shake a man and topple a lesser one, but the knight stood fast and perhaps unconventionally retaliated in an unexpected way. The knight brought his face crashing down into the hardened bones of the walker's own. The force of which reverberated the air with a crunch and cracking sound that gave way to sickening snapping.
The bones that made up the skull of the beast had caved in and broken into sharp shards, likely cutting the knight lightly but it was enough to extinguish the coal-like light in it's no longer existing eyes. The monster collapsed, the bones falling to pieces about the man as they were no longer held together by magic. An unorthodox victory but victory all the same.
There would be no time to relish in it however as the other four began to circle the two defenders. There was another with an axe in hand but the other three were diverse with bow, lance, and blade, and they had no interest in honor as they moved to strike in unison.
Vincent could see the monsters and the defenders that remained. The horrible scene sickened him in his gut and his blade flared to life with swirling holy fire. "You two! Get out of here!" With a cry announcing his approach he let his blade launch a small blast of divine magic as he pierced into the axe wielding bonewalker. He plunged into its chest toppling it as the magic from the blade consumed the creature outright leaving not even the markings of fire behind.
He was afforded no time for more words or an introduction. He could not even take a good look at his allies before he was met with something terrifying. The wight had recognized the danger, not posed by Vincent, but by the weapons he carried. Two blades, one of wretched silver, and the other one of divine magic, pure anathema to their existence.
The wight moved with a speed that Vincent had never witnessed before and with its axe crashed the blade against him with a force that felt reminiscent to the cyclops's own. Barely able to react in time Vincent lazily raised his blade to defend and was met with such force as to throw him violently through the air, knocking the wind from his lungs and rolling him several feet after touchdown.
The wight's body grinded and shifted unnaturally as nether leaked from its mouth and it cackled, a sound from beyond. It paid the two no mind, allowing them an escape from the three other walkers if they would seize it.
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Inese Ozols
Troubadour
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Post by Inese Ozols on Dec 7, 2016 19:32:04 GMT -6
Did that man... just... headbutt the daemon into oblivion? Inese looked on, dumbfounded for a second as the bones crumbled down onto the ground, lifeless. Quickly regaining her focus, she strode up directly behind the armored knight, raising her stave into the air. A green hue washed over Argus, enveloping and cradling him in a glow of light.
Luckily, the cuts were superficial. It wasn't much to care for. Finally, a wound Inese could treat by herself. No gashes left by swords, holes left by arrowheads. Just a few scrapes and bruises... was it really this easy to take down a 'walker? She had never seen them for that long, and she obviously never fought back against them. Were they all this weak? Could she take them on, even unarmed? If so...
Inese's head snapped towards the sound of shouting, a warning for her to flee. The woman's eyes locked onto the figure with the two blades, a man whose swords gleamed in holy energy. Light magic? Tuned to a weapon? She had not seen it before, but she could not have mistaken the magic of the gods. She had grown up around it, been accustomed to it since her birth. Even if she couldn't wield it, she knew it well. It had to be.
"Knight! Towards the fallen man! There!" She commanded, her steadfast tone undermined by her trembling appearance. This wasn't safe. If she was put into any more danger, she would run as fast as she could. There was no way she was going to die here, to these... things. These abominations, these eldritch nether spawns. "If you can get me close, I can..." What could she do, to be honest? Her work took time that she did not have and it was shoddy at best. "... I can keep him alive as well! He has light magic! Go! Go! Now!"
Still hiding behind the armored figure, she looked out into the distance at the man who now lay on the ground. Get up. If she was going to risk her neck and lie to the knight just to try and save this idiot, he wasn't going to die on her way there. "HEY! YOU! Hold it off! We're coming!"
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Argus
Knight
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Post by Argus on Dec 7, 2016 21:19:53 GMT -6
Argus smiled. He knew that what he was about to would either make him a hero, or a corpse; but he'd do it anyway. He nodded to the healer before saying. "Indeed. You are to run if you are in danger, understand?" He said before readying his shield and running at the axe wielding bonewalker, his shield positioned to ram it like a bull. Made of metal. Just before he reached the walker he shouted. "BEAST! I HAVE A QUESTION FOR YOU! DO. YOU.WANT. TO. LIVE. FOREVER?!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The resulting yelling came out as loud as it possibly could, mainly servjng as a distraction for the man and the healer to regroup, not to mention the fact the he thought that it'd look pretty cool. {I think I'll call that technique the 'Steel Bull'... Yeah. That fits.} He thought, keeping his eyes on the healer and the swordsman.
He'd save more this time... This time, he wouldn't have to run. This time he'd stand his ground, and be just as vicious as his enemies. His armor was heavy, as usual. But his spear seemed to demand attention. It seemed close to breaking, not too soon, but possibly during this battle, luckily he hadn't used it too much so far. He'd mainly used it to distract the first bonewalker, and used his face to finish it off, and now he had just charged at a second one with hus 'Steel Bull' move. He was proud of the headbutt though, the healer seemed astonished, so he assumed that was a good thing. He turned hus attention back to his allies once again, hoping to keep them safe.
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Post by Vincent on Dec 11, 2016 21:03:40 GMT -6
Vincent's head spun as he was forced to regain his bearings. "Ugh," It was sound, and that was hopefully enough. As his breath began to return to him he realized that across his chest the axe had managed to cut him. It was shallow but the blood in his shirt revealed he did a shoddy job of protecting himself. Then again, he was lucky not to have been split in half.
He started by shifting to all fours before looking up at the abomination moving toward him. As it was towering above him it raised its axe and prepared to kill. Vincent was about to strike back when the odd knight came in from their flank completely taking the monster by surprise. The abomination was sent off of its feet and rolling across the dirt. He proceeded to gloat at his job well done.
Vincent would chide the knight but he really did just save his life. He was given time to get back on his feet but the knight however had brought himself under the attention of the wight as well as the other three. "Move!" Vincent shouted at the knight as the wight returned to its feet and rushed him.
The wight moved in and swung widely with the axe. It put all the momentum and strength it could behind the swing in order to cripple the knight. The bonewalkers walked towards the group readying to attack in unison as the archer among them took aim for Inese. Remove the healer and the others would be little more than a matter of time.
"I told you two to run! Blast!" He had to make a choice to help the knight or the healer. He decided to rely on the knight's ability to hold out and took the painful route. As the arrow was let loose Vincent moved into the way and tried to stop it without death, he succeeded, but as the arrow struck it pierced his left hand wounding him deep and causing him to drop his lancereaver outright.
His cry of pain filled the air, "BLAST!" He began to pant and opted to leave the arrow in for now, he needed to stem the blood as much as he could, he just prayed the healer could handle his wounds after well enough. 'One, two, three.' he counted the walkers and ignited his blade. "You don't want to run? Fine. Help me out, either, you hold off the wight while I handle the other three or you distract the three for me, and you. Just keep us all alive."
It was a tall order for all of them. If they could only have one more fighter things may have been simpler but as it was now he could think of no better alternatives. He waited only as long as it would take to get a short healing and an answer from the knight. Regardless of his decision, it was all likely suicide.
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Garrett
Cavalier
To fight without cause is one thing, fighting with a cause is another, I fight for a cause.
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Post by Garrett on Dec 12, 2016 13:02:46 GMT -6
Garrett rode calmly on Krystal as he headed toward town. "Alright Krystal, we're almost in town. Just a few more steps and we'll be in town and able to resupply-" He was suddenly cut off when he heard a loud BLAST fill the air.
Garrett looked over to see a group of fighters, a healer on horseback, a heavily armored knight, and what looked to be the leader of the bunch fighting monsters at the bridge. With the combination of a sigh and groan, Garrett then said "Well Krystal, seems we've got ourselves a little detour here. Hope you got some energy left in you, because we're going to have a fight and a half in for us." Krystal replied with a slight snort as she then started to gallop in the direction of the group.
A bonewalker then turned and raised it's axe at Garrett. Garrett in retaliation pulled his sword from his sheath and raised it. The bonewalker with its axe raised rushed at Garrett and swung at him. The sword collided with the raised axe as sparks flew from them. Garrett managed to pull his sword out from the grasp of the axe and glared at the bonewalker. "How about you be like the dead, and die!" Garrett yelled as he swung his sword at the bonewalker only to swing slightly to the left of it. The bonewalker retaliated and lifted its axe and swung at Garretts side. His armor managed to protect him some, but the axe still cut into him.
"Ugh...this really bites. But you will not defeat me!" Garrett yelled as he swung his sword back around and sliced at the bonewalker, tearing it's axe welding arm off. The bonewalker rattled its jaw at Garrett as he then finished it off by slicing the bonewalkers skull off, causing the bonewalker to collapse back into dust.
Krystal bought Garrett over to the group as he clutched his cut side with his free hand. Garrett pointed his sword at the other bonewalkers, daring them to strike...
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Inese Ozols
Troubadour
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Post by Inese Ozols on Dec 16, 2016 23:36:40 GMT -6
Keep them alive? That was a hard enough feat for someone with mastery of this magic. Healing in combat was different than healing in chapel or hospice. It was more than just time constraints and the dangers of being injured yourself, it was the stress that came with the ordeal, the terror and the fear and the anger that made concentrating on one's spells harder and harder until it became impossible to cast the smallest cantrip. "Y-yessir! As best as I can!" Inese shouted, Caliburn dashing to the side of Vincent.
The hero felt the warm embrace of healing magic as the light from before began to circle around him. The pain was fading, but the wounds?... well, they were another story. With enough luck, the bleeding would stop, but the injuries would still be there. The slash across his chest was still visible, and the arrow certainly wasn't removed. It was a temporary bandage at the very least. "Don't get hit in the stomach, legs, or your other hand! If you do, I don't think... well, just don't, okay?"
She didn't get a chance to hear a reply. Instinctively, she cowered behind the soldier as a new fighter entered the fray. Shouting, the clashing of blades, the almost silent hoofbeats against the grassy field... it wasn't helping her much. It did seem he was good enough at killing 'walkers, though. Inese turned her head to Garrett and his steed just as the final blow was dealt, the headless skeleton collapsing. She stared for a moment as he approached them.
He was injured too? Damn it all. She strode up beside the newcomer, raising her staff high into the air once more. The cavalier felt the same thing the hero did -- the soft, warm, soothing effects of the magic, and the fading away of the pain. Again, just like the hero, the injury remained. She wasn't a miracle worker. "Hey! Defend me! D-don't let them kill me, and make sure he doesn't get attacked by the smaller ones!" Inese pointed at Vincent, before returning to the center of their haphazard formation, preparing herself in case her services were needed once more. At the very least, they had someone else with them now. Their chances of death were dropping, even if it was only slightly.
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Argus
Knight
A young knight from Carrhae, currently in charge of the Order of Maltet.
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Post by Argus on Dec 17, 2016 17:58:01 GMT -6
Averican turned his head when he heard the yelling, starting to freak out when the arrow was shot at the Troubadour, only to be blocked by the swordsman. He saw the Cavalier approach as well, but decided to leave him be. If he tried to hurt anyone then he'd kill him. Simple as that. Now, while he was looking at what was going on elsewhere, the Wight swung it's axe at him, hitting his right arm, making the knight fall to the ground, as well as drop his weapon.
Argus could only see the world spin as a pain shocked his right arm, his arm instinctively dropping his lance and falling onto his back. He looked over to his right arm and saw that the axe had bashed the armor so that it dug into his arm, preventing him from moving the actual arm. This... Would be a problem, at least until he could repair the armor. But he'd have to do that later. Right now, he'd have to avoid getting killed by the beast. So he simply called out to the others, thinking of the fact that if the healer fell they'd all die. "KEEP THE HEALER ALIVE! I CAN HANDLE THIS! Maybe..." He said, his voice getting quieter at the Maybe. But in the end all that mattered was if the others stayed alive. Especially the healer. She had a horse, and as such could warn te fillage FAR faster than everyone else if they all fell in battle.
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Post by Vincent on Dec 19, 2016 1:26:10 GMT -6
[Just to clarify going forward, there is one Wight with the axe, and three bonewalkers. One has a sword, one a lance, and the other a bow. You guys can fight the bonewalkers freely but keep in mind they are far stronger than bandits and not a replacement to them.]
As Vincent received the hasty healing he was, relieved but terribly frustrated. Her skills were perhaps too little for this fight, but they were still more than he could ask for. While incapable of healing his wounds she able to stop the bleeding. He'd have to be cautious lest they reopen and waste her efforts. His left hand twitched in excruciating pain however as he pulled the arrow out through the other side. "AHHHHHH!!!!" It took all he had not to bite his lip to bleeding. He spasm and twisted awkwardly but with the soothing feeling of her heal staff he was functioning properly in short order, if heavily panting.
"Th-Thanks," he managed between breaths." Scooping up his second blade he gingerly held it unsure of his hand's strength to wield it properly and decided to drop it. He would use both hands on one. It was then that a young cavalier chanced upon their scene. Relief overcame Vincent as though his prayers were answered.
"You there! Take out that blasted archer! The rest will be much simpler then!" He shouted to the newcomer. It was much much easier said than done really.
"Healer! Don't worry! I'll keep you safe! I'm The Heelcutter after all!" He gave her a smile before moving to aid the knight, he knew he'd be over his head.
As the wight crashed its blade into the knight it toppled him, and as all the monsters it did not quit, it moved to strike the man dead. "I don't think so!" Leaping forward Vincent stopped the axe strike with his sword, igniting it in a holy blue glow. "Knight! Stand and fight! I'll handle him, you help with the other three!"
Pushing back against the beast he tossed the axe aside and began a complex pattern of movements and strikes. It was almost like a dance as the pattern remained near indiscernible due to the sheer length of it. The wight was stepping back and receiving light glancing strikes against it. When its defenses were utterly crushed Vincent stepped in to deliver a powerful ground based blast from the magic. "RAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" The power exploded dimming the sword and launching a light show, but to his horror the wight stood unfazed.
Its body twisted and cracked as the nether leaked off of it. It's axe dissolved from the attack, but there was some foul magic about it as it drew its blade. The sword crackled in the nether. It was an unstable connection that lashed out at random about the two combatants. 'I can't produce a blast like that for a bit kid. You'll have to carry this one on your own.' As if to taunt him of his situation the pain in his hand began to reawaken. "Urgh!" He had not been shot in the back yet, so he assumed the others were holding out. He had to have faith in them. He spared a glance to his blade to see its condition. It pulsed with a blue glow, he suspected it was about as strong as silver for now. He just had to last long enough for it to regain strength... or kill it with skill.
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Garrett
Cavalier
To fight without cause is one thing, fighting with a cause is another, I fight for a cause.
Posts: 24
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Garrett on Dec 19, 2016 12:29:35 GMT -6
Garrett could feel the pain start to lessen as the Troubadour started to heal him. The pain wasn't fully gone by all means, but he could at least raise his hand from his cut. "Thanks, I'll return the favor later" he quickly said to the healer. That is, if we survive through this somehow...he thought to himself. He looked down at Krystal, then looked ahead at the situation in hand. Garrett tightly gripped his sword and glared ahead when a yell suddenly brought his attention.
"You there! Take out that blasted archer! The rest will be much simpler then!" Garrett heard the Hero yell out to him. Garrett nodded at the command and made Krystal quickly gallop past the hero and wight. A bonewalker moved to intercept Garrett by moving and swinging its sword at Garrett. Garrett moved his sword in the way, but the bonewalker made Garretts sword fly out his hand and land back near the troubadour. "Dammit! No time to go back and get it, onward Krystal!" Garrett said as he pulled his lance from the side of Krystal.
He then charged right at the bow wielding bonewalker with lance facing forward. The bonewalker fired an arrow at Garrett, but it flew right over his head. Garrett continued to charge at the bonewalker with his lance facing forward. The bonewalker fired again, this time hitting Krystal. The horse grunted in combination of pain and fatigue, but she kept going galloping forward. Garrett glared at the bonewalker and with a very angry voice yelled out "Don't you DARE touch Krystal! You will pay for that!"
Garrett jammed his lance in the bow wielding bonewalkers skull as it then collapsed back into dust. Garrett huffed and looked back at the party that held firm. Gripping his lance, he petted Krystal on her head with his free hand, then made her gallop back only to be intercepted by the sword wielding bonewalker and lance wielding bonewalker. The bonewalker with the sword swung at Garrett right as he put his lance up. The sword came down and hit Garrett in the other shoulder. He in retaliation pushed the sword bonewalker back with the end of his lance and looked ahead. "Damn, I hope I'm not over my head here...Hang in there Krystal, hopefully we'll get some help here soon" He said to calm himself and his horse.
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