Argus
Knight
A young knight from Carrhae, currently in charge of the Order of Maltet.
Posts: 51
Profession: Mercenary
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Affinity: Light
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Post by Argus on Dec 28, 2016 20:16:20 GMT -6
(guess it's my turn then?)
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Inese Ozols
Troubadour
Posts: 21
Profession: Wandering Troubadour
Affiliation: N/A
Guild: N/A
OoC Alias: Inese
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Post by Inese Ozols on Dec 28, 2016 23:54:32 GMT -6
Inese winced as she watched the knight be thrown to the ground with only the slightest bit of effort from the wight. Cringing as the armor gave way with a terrible sound, she only barely managed to steel herself. When Vincent pushed the thing away with an explosion from his sword and got the skeleton's attention, she moved in to the fallen Argus, once more lowering her staff.
If she was bad at working with flesh, then it would come as no surprise metal was unworkable. The massive dent that caused the knight's inability to move his arm could not be removed in any way by the troubadour, but she poured healing magic into him anyways. It was likely that the wight's assault had left at least a few marks, and she wasn't going to let her guardians die her-
The healer ducked her head as an arrow flew over it, covering herself with her arms as she buried her face into Caliburn's mane. "Kill it, kill it, KILL IT!" She shouted, glancing at Garrett as he charged one of the bonewalkers. Watching the thing with the bow turn to dust, she sat back upright, looking down at Argus once more. She jumped off of her horse, trying her best to pull the man up. He was heavy, and the steel plate did not help, but hopefully their combined efforts would be enough to get him up.
Whether or not it succeeded, she mounted Caliburn once more, looking out at the current battle. The hero was engaged with the wight, the two about to begin their fated duel. Nether was striking out at the nearby ground. She'd be killed by the crossfire alone if she went anywhere near there. And the man named Garrett... well, he was already surrounded. The sword and lance-wielding bonewalkers had moved in to try and finish him off. She wasn't going to risk her own safety getting anywhere close to him.
"K-knight! Help him! The cavalier! Go! GO!" She said, her horse beginning to gallop quite a few meters away, putting as much distance between herself and the fighting as she could without outright retreating. With the archer dead (again), she should be safe. She was confident she could outrun the two bonewalkers if needed, and their leader... well, she hoped. After all, it was on foot. It did have a bow itself, though...
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Argus
Knight
A young knight from Carrhae, currently in charge of the Order of Maltet.
Posts: 51
Profession: Mercenary
Affiliation: Order of Maltet
Affinity: Light
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Post by Argus on Dec 29, 2016 0:38:18 GMT -6
Argus stood, picked up the healer and tucked her under himself to shield her from arrows. Not like he'd be of much other use at the moment anyway. Not with only one arm usable. So he decided to keep the healer safe, at least then they'd be able to recover afterwards. Plus... She was cute. But that wasn't important right now. What was important was getting the troubadour to safety, and the horse. He never really understood why but everyone who rode one seemed REALLY attached to their horses. So he led it with them as far from the battle as he could, he'd return to the fray soon enough.
.... Until he noticed the archer was dead... Again. And let her go, blushing before a pologising... "Sorry..." He said before moving to go assist the Cavalier in battle. He couldn't use his arm. But he could use his head... And he'd already used it this battle so... It should work again! He thought before finally reaching the bonewalkers and screaming before attempting to headbutt the first one in reach. Keeping an eye on the healer, he would keep his footing steady, head on straight, and hopefully live through all this. He hoped he would. He kept looking at the troubadour more than the others. Perhaps it was the blood on her clothes? No, the others had that. Ah! It was probably the combined facts that A: She was cute. And B: She was the HEALER. Of course he would keep an eye on her! Why was he even explains this to himself, he wondered before refocusing on the fight at hand.
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Post by Vincent on Dec 31, 2016 17:16:41 GMT -6
Vincent shifted his stance so that his blade was high beside his face like he had seen a myrmidon do once long ago. He liked this stance, it felt silly but he used it a lot back in his early days. Now was not the right time for it but it somehow eased his mind a bit and that was worth a whole lot at the moment.
The wight did not seem to tire however and it began to charge him in a sprint. Bringing his blade forward Vincent disrupted the monster's momentum but it evaded spinning around the obstruction swinging at the mercenary. Quickly as he could Vincent ducked beneath the weapon falling and rolling backwards. As he began to rise he was met with the beast's bony knee and he fell back flat on the ground. "Ugh..."
The two bonewalkers were far more cautious now, displaying almost intelligence even. The one with the lance faced the rider head on jabbing at him with its spear. The one with the sword however slunked around to the rear in an attempt to grab and pull him right off his mount.
The wight stabbed his blade down trying to end Vincent swiftly. With a roar Vincent forced himself to roll aside but the wight remained unfazed as it blade's magic took effect. Linked to the mire spell it began to spill forth with muk like nether. Spilling out in a wave all around it Vincent found himself enveloped by it. It did not hurt but it felt like thick mud and it was heavy, suffocating. Someone, anyone, help. He felt his conscientiousness slipping.
'Come boy! Hold out! Just a little longer!' He heard the distant voice but it felt so truly distant and foreign to him now.
'I, I don't know if I can!'
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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 Jan 1, 2017 20:28:41 GMT -6
Garrett looked back at his allies to see how they were handling things. He smiled when he saw the Knight and the Troubadour were safe now that the bow wielding bonewalker was safe, but then gasped when he saw the hero on the ground fighting the wight, clearly in trouble. He then looked back at his situation. The lance wielding bonewalker was clearly trying to attack him. Garrett held up his lance and tried to push the lance bonewalker back, when he suddenly felt a force from his back, clearly trying to dismount him!
Taken by surprise, Garrett tried to knock the sword bonewalker off his back, but wasn't able to. Krystal then kicked the Bonewalker in the back. It fell on the ground, but managed to get up. Garrett looked back at the hero, then back at the lance bonewalker. He then faced the knight that was aiding him and said "Knight, I know that your in a disadvantage due to the dent you've got there, but can you handle these monsters on your own? I'm going back to help the hero since he looks like hes in trouble"
He then made Krystal gallop in the direction of the Troubadour and quickly grabbed his sword that was on the ground. He nodded at the troubadour, seeing that she was safe. "Keep an eye out our flanks alright? Don't hesitate to holler out if you need me or the knight to come back. I need to help out the hero right now so be careful"he said to her. He then made Krystal gallop at the wight with his lance pointed out in a charge at the wight. Wights are much more powerful than their lower bonewalker counterparts, but even a distracted wight can be at least easier to take out. I don't think I can kill it, but I can at least relieve some stress off the heroGarrett thought as he continued to charge at the wight, lance pointed out.
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Inese Ozols
Troubadour
Posts: 21
Profession: Wandering Troubadour
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OoC Alias: Inese
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Post by Inese Ozols on Jan 10, 2017 21:03:02 GMT -6
Oh, gods. The cavalier was trying to kill the wight in a single blow? With simple iron? Inese watched, silent, before turning away. He was dead. The thing would simply glance off of the fiend and it would retaliate with a single swing to kill him. That's all there was to it. Or, more likely, he'd be struck down by the Nether before the wight even realized he existed.
She turned away, moving her gaze back to the knight. He was the one who was easier to assist, even if it was still dangerous to do so. Inese's aversion to danger did indeed manifest itself -- Caliburn trotted in half-circles quite the distance away from the armored figure, not going anywhere near the walking skeletons. He was fine. He still had one arm to use the lance with. She presumed that was enough.
In any case, she simply watched on, unable to help without putting herself at risk. "Just kill them! Stab them! Can't you just use the spear with one hand!? Aren't you trained to do that?" Inese's words were once more back to their calm, detached demeanor, if a bit loud due to the distance the two were from one another. She held her staff close, the magic still flowing through it with an emerald hue.
The cavalier had made a terrible decision. He left the knight to die only to go and die himself. She hoped the man with the holy sword was at least somewhat more intelligent, or the nearby town would indeed fall this day.
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Argus
Knight
A young knight from Carrhae, currently in charge of the Order of Maltet.
Posts: 51
Profession: Mercenary
Affiliation: Order of Maltet
Affinity: Light
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OoC Alias: Argus
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Post by Argus on Jan 18, 2017 19:50:41 GMT -6
Argus looked around the battlefield, there was so much going on, the healer, the cavalier, the swordsman, so many people who needed his help, he... He... Would not be able to help them all, so he decided to help the one without whom they have no chance.
Argus looked at the individual in need and started to move towards them as fast as he could, his armored feet crushing the grass beneath them as the world seemed to slow.
These beasts had killed before, and they were sure to do it again if he let them, so he wouldn't let them. He'd kill them all. Every last one on or around this bridge. The Wight, the Bonewalkers, all. Will. Die. Maybe not by his hand directly, but his name was not Argus if he wouldn't save someone who could kill these things! His shield left behind, the healer as safe as she could be under current circumstances he was okay with doing this. After all, what's life without the risk of death eh? He thought as he kept running towards the wight, the cavalier, and the swordsman's direction. If he could, he'd crash into the weight at top speed and topple it, hopefully. Worst case scenario, he dies, best case? The biggest threat would be trapped beneath his armor.
Of course that would make it so the thing could kill him but... Too late for second thoughts now, he was already barreling at the thing as fast as he could. This. This is why he had his armor modified for manueverability. In case he had to pull a Stunt like this once in a while. He smiled and yelled. "GRREWEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Hoping to distract the thing so the others could recover a bit.
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Post by Vincent on Jan 19, 2017 6:49:24 GMT -6
The chaos of battle fogs and clouds even the sternest and clearest of minds; a desperate life or death struggle even more so. The desire to save others and to find glory had distracted them, blinded them to realities. The Hero had gotten in well over a fight he could win alone it was true, and for that he profusely would thank the two for saving him later, but with the bone-walkers no longer distracted by anyone what more should they do than to find an easy killing target?
As Garrett bore his lance to the wight it reacted with inhuman speed. The weapon made impact into its chest cavity but unlike the bonewalkers this one did not pierce through its body as should have been expected. No, it hit directly and yet was little more than a grazing blow to the beast. [Pavise] The impact was jarring more to the rider than the wight but it did remove its hands from the blade ending the suffocating magic.
The wight took hold of the lance and ripped it away pulling it and the rider along with it. Where it had tossed its axe and was removed from its sword it made up for it with its brand new lance. It prepared to skewer the toppled rider and just before the lance fell the knight came in with a war cry it so foolishly ignored. The heavily armored man toppled the beast underfoot and armor. In an almost comedic moment despite the grim and dark battle he crushed it as one would in a dog pile.
The mire had lost much of its weight suddenly, was he merely at his end or did something happen? With a last and desperate effort for air Vincent shot himself forward out of the mire gasping for breath trying to bring the world back into some form of sensical focus. Everything seemed to spiral about him and his head swam as he collected himself using Phoenix Heart to help stabilize himself.
He saw the rider and knight bravely facing off the Wight and felt a wave of gratitude. They had saved him, and that would mean- he looked to the healer to see her safe in the distance, or, so he thought. The other two bonewalkers still well, walked. "I appreciate the help but..." Blast, what should he do? He could barely contend with the wight, let alone theses novices. But the healer was doomed without aid and they were held down.
His mind continued to race faster and faster as though time were stalling for him. 'Please Phoenix Heart! Give me everything you have! Take from me if you must! Just let me save them all!'
'You must save them on your own power, not mine boy!'
He had to decide how to act now or never and he decided. "You two better not blasted die!" Rushing for the healer's side he weakly took the wight's mire blade along with him. He dared not tap into it for he could feel the spirit's hostility toward him just from a mere touch, but if the beast retrieved it then the other two would have no chance of holding out.
The two bonewalkers were headed straight for the healer, their rattling from their chattering teeth sounding like laughter. The sword wielder had bones that were cracked and a rib that had broken in two, the lose piece dropping from its body onto the ground below by the bridge. If it were living the horse would have easily put a man down for the fight, if not killed him outright.
As Vincent rushed to the healer's side the Wight grew enraged at seeing his blade stolen by a mortal. The nether seemed to respond most favorably to it, but not so much to the defending knights. [Smite] In a show of force the monster slammed its fists into the knight's chestplate cracking the plate and throwing Argus off of it. It continued to stand brandishing Garrett's lance despite smashed and cracked hands. The nether began to leak from its body wildly and violently dancing around it. The nether seeped from it into the lance darkening the shaft and the spearhead alike.
It cackled from deep in the nether as it corrupted the weapon making its own. Just before it prepared to fight the young warriors two on one the nether around it shot out sending a paralyzing chill. [Daunt]
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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 Jan 21, 2017 13:42:14 GMT -6
Garrett made a slight yelp as he was forcefully removed from Krystal and lost grip of his lance. When he got up, he saw the Wight now wielding his own lance. Damn, this thing really is tough just as the rumors said... Garrett thought as he drew his sword from the sheath. He looked at the knight beside him when he was suddenly hit with a wave of energy from the Wight.
Garrett was practically paralyzed from the energy that was shot at him. He could barely move as he turned his head and looked at the knight that was beside him. He looked really beat up, especially with the giant crack on his armor from the Wight. He looked at Krystal who was also stunned from the energy wave behind him, clearly looking concerned for Garretts safety. "It's ok girl, I'm fine..." He said to his horse. Of course even he didn't know if what he said was the truth, or if he was really lying to himself. It'd take a miracle of some sort to get out of this mess... Krystal moved slowly back toward Garrett. He then petted her side, then said "Hey girl, I'm just glad your ok" He then weakly climbed back on Krystal.
He then turned back at the Wight and glared at it. He knew that it was going to be a tough battle, even with an ally to back him up. "Knight, we're going to need to work together to defeat this monster, I hope that I can count on you" Garrett said as he struggled to move after the energy wave hit him. He could only tightly grip his sword in his hand as he and Krystal glared at the powerful foe standing in front of them. He would make sure that he took the Wight down...or die trying. After all, he knew that if he and his new allies failed, it would possibly mean the destruction of the nearby town. "No way are we going to fail twice girl...we may have failed our village, but we won't fail this one..." he said softly to Krystal.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2017 1:18:04 GMT -6
Appius was already weary simply from the mundanity of needing to travel back and forth between Worde and Cornwell each day, simply to trade furs. But it had worked well in keeping him alive for four years so far, so why stop now? He hardly knew of any other towns or villages within Lycia aside from that of Worde and Cornwell, but he saw no purpose in traveling. As long as he survived, nothing else mattered. But this simple trip turned into a rather peculiar one as, atop his camel Zaahid, he would notice a handful of soldiers fending Cornwell from some form of undead forces.
He had seen little of the undead and fought even less, fearing the idea that something could be beaten and broken but still stand strong. In a way, it reminded his mother, but she was no horrid creature such as these monstrosities. Though others who knew her would disagree. Regardless of his inexperience with this type of enemy, they blocked his path to Cornwell, meaning no money and no decent food for him. So with that, Appius dismounted from atop Zaahid and drew his iron scimitar from its scabbard at his waist. The saracen gave Zaahid a pat on the side as if saying 'I'll be back' before advancing towards the struggle now with both sword and shield in hand.
Appius spied both a healer with two undead advancing on her with another engaged with a knight and cavalier. Figuring the two men could easily defend themselves against a single bonewalker, or so he thought, Appius pushed on towards Inese to come to Vincent's and her aid.
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Inese Ozols
Troubadour
Posts: 21
Profession: Wandering Troubadour
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Post by Inese Ozols on Jan 29, 2017 14:47:21 GMT -6
T-they... left her to die?
Inese sat there, dumbfounded, as the knight made a half-run towards the wight as well, leaving no one to fight the bonewalkers. This was more than just losing one's cool in battle. This was more than being overcome by adrenaline. This... this was stupidity. As the fiends turned their head to the nearest thing to them, the troubadour shuddered. No. She wasn't going to die here.
If they left her, then she supposed she would grant them the same favor. As both Vincent and Appius approached to try and protect the woman by killing the things, they realized the one they were going to protect had already begun to retreat. Under no circumstances would she ever risk her life in such a hazardous situation for others. Why she had even stopped to help them in the first place was beyond her. She couldn't figure it out, but now that her senses had apparently found their way back to her, she was making sure to remove any threat from near her.
Pulling back the reins on Caliburn, Inese directed her horse towards the nearby town, moving at full speed. "I'll warn the village! Hold them off until we can get an evacuation!" She shouted, absently throwing an excuse as to why she was leaving them to die. It didn't really matter, anyways. They'd do the same to her if their lives absolutely depended on it. Anyone would.
The troubadour lifted one of her arms as she raced towards the entrance, shouting all the way. "H-hey! We need to move! There's monsters near here! Abominations! Grab whatever you can and move!" Inese repeated over and over as she approached the settlement. She doubted anyone heard her. Oh well. Once she reached the village, she'd race through the streets to deliver her warning before leaving herself immediately afterwards. The safety of the village was not her concern. It was her excuse.
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Post by Vincent on May 1, 2017 23:35:28 GMT -6
NO! No one was going to die on his watch! Not for an arrow! Not for a magic blade! And sure as Hell not to some lousy monster! The healer fled the battlefield. He could not fault her for it even if it did sting his pride. So long as she was safe.
"Come on!" Reaching the two bonewalkers he felt hot. With a spinning motion he threw the Mire blade through the chest of one of the walkers. Phoenix Heart blazed like a vortex brought the other to nothing. It was destroyed leaving no remains at all. He adjusted the blade in his hand momentarily and set his sights on the final wight. It was giving the other two a hard time and seemed to be taking the edge.
Steeling himself the young Hero knew he needed to change that. He moved at a break neck speed, each foot barely in front of the other before landing once more. He was exhausted and scared of this threat, but he wanted to save them all. He needed to save them all. His focus was blinding him to the world around him and his body continued to heat from the inside. At first it was a warm heat, but more and more it pushed against his body as though he were about to burst.
He was calling upon far more power from Phoenix Heart than he ever realized and in turn it was retaliating, testing his resolve. The wight soon took notice of the mounting holy power and found it optimal to ignore the others as not to get blown away. It took a defensive stance to ready against the Hero's onslaught, the lance aimed out ahead of itself.
"Just... Die already!" Vincent batted the lance aside with his blade and closed the gap between him and the wight. The beast was too quick however and ducked beneath the bladeswing, holy embers burning away at its dark aura. Vincent was not ready to let it go yet. So long as he was this close it would be near impossible to contest him with a lance. His swings were powerful and precise and the beast equally nimble and quick. Its agility was unnatural, likely in part to being not but bones.
The creature put distance between itself and the Hero. It seemed to have bonded with the lance, corrupted it. It was no Mire blade but that darkness was now a part of it. "Hurk!" Vincent's vision became black. What? What was this? This was no time for... for...
'You want to destroy this monster that badly boy?'
"Yes!"
'You can hardly contain this much of my power. There is far more to give but you can't withstand it. Your will to win, to live is too weak.'
"You claim to see my soul! You know nothing! If it takes all of my body I will save people! I will save Elibe!"
'Elibe? That is new. And my, how arrogant. One boy, all of Elibe?'
"You told me you were too powerful they locked you within not one but four separate weapons! I swore I would make your power my own, and I will!"
'Hahahahah! Yes! I like that spark, but do you want to live? Are you truly so hellbent on living?'
"Yes!" Suddenly pain like no other before overcame Vincent. It was the pain of fire, burning him from within. He tried to scream, he tried to breath, but all he could do was taste the charred flesh and smell the burning meat. The meat that was himself.
'Do you wish to live?'
Make it stop! The pain was unreal! His body spasmd uncontrollably, contorting in ways that only served to cause further agony. "Ah, ah, AHHHHHH!!!!!" The cry of pain came aloud.
'I SAID! DO YOU WISH TO LIVE!? I CAN END IT!'
"Yes." He managed weakly. The pain amplified tenfold to this.
'I SAY AGAIN! DO YOU WANT TO LIVE!?'
"YES!!! I MUST LIVE!!!" This time the cry was not weak or muffled but a clear note of unrelenting desire. Amidst the agony, he still would not quit.
'Then you will have your power'
The world returned to focus, Vincent held his blade back and the monster had not moved. Everything... everything was in his head? The heat he felt was gone, now a cool comfort swept over him and the blade roared with vigor. A holy heat he had never experienced before.
The wight seemed to sense the end as it stepped away from the young hero. "The second seal breaks!" The flames condensed into a single solitary beam of light, no longer wild and broken but condensed and pure. "RRRRAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!" He roared with fury and life. "This!" He rushed the wight. "Ends!" The wight tried to defend itself but as it did the holy blade rent apart the lance and arms of the beast. "NOW!!!" Raising the blade in a rising slash the weapon roared to life with divine judgement, cleanly splitting the wight up the center before the briefest of fires exploded from deep within the wight, consuming it outright.
Vincent dropped the blade and staggered back covering his mouth. He dropped to his knees and began to cough up blood. Even if he used the blade's power it nearly killed him just to get there. He hurt all over and needed a long rest but it was done. The beast was slain and he grew all the stronger for it. It seemed as though he burned through all the blade's allotted power in that attack however. Sheathing the blade he stood and gazed at the sky. His vision fading. 'No! I... I will not fall...' But he was too tired, too spent. It was just like the City of Heroes all over, pushed to the breaking point but alive. He laughed softly but ironically, unaware of the others around him.
Just before he slept he remembered himself and shook off the sleep. Right, he needed to get back to town. He could not save everyone, but he could at least avenge them. It was not enough, but it was within his still limited capabilities. Yes, he would grow stronger still, for himself, for his friends, and for all of Elibe.
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