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Post by Vincent on Jun 25, 2017 18:30:37 GMT -6
The call went out weeks ago. A desperate message to the lords and commoners alike. A cry for help to save their town, to save their people, and to repel the onslaught of horrid monsters. All consuming beasts known as baels. Many had received this plea for aid but few answered, a handful of mercenaries and those acting as such. The lords however had decided to turn a blind eye to their desperation and keep their soldiers where they could be kept safe in turn.
A black haired soldier slammed open the double doors of the tavern. "How much longer do we have to wait for the villagers to get moving and out of here!?" The man addressed his fellow militiamen as he stormed his way to the gathered meeting. Slamming his hands on the table he looked at them each in turn and then to the map they were using to lay out the mission. "Its too late for battle plans! Don't you get that? The lords have condemned us to death and no mercenary is crazy enough to take this job for what we can offer them!"
"Drake," A blond haired soldier addressed him calmly. "Please calm down. They are clearing out as fast as they can. As long as our scouts reported correctly we have until at least nightfall before the monsters reach us here." Drake did indeed seem to calm down to this but as he stepped back he still crossed his arms disapprovingly. "There are a few mercenaries that arrived just recently actually. They are out by the walls learning the lay of the land as we speak. Once we have the plan concluded we will bring them in on it."
Vincent peered out at the woods from the top of the rampart. The town was not a popular one but the defenses still intact were proof of its historical importance. A real shame to see it in the shape it is now. Leaning on the wall with his arms on the structure he analyzed the area. A river lead into the town from the north and on the north-western and north-eastern sides were gates. These were the places the monsters were expected to enter from but Vincent could not get past the simple fact they were still spiders, and spiders could climb like no other. Rolling over so is back leaned against the wall he looked to the rest of the volunteers that had arrived for the mission.
"I'm curious, what brings the lot of you here?" He smiled at them with as much charisma he could muster. He recalled the last he fought a bael and two of them nearly killed him, Duma, and a whole host of others.
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Post by Sigma on Jun 26, 2017 22:33:12 GMT -6
Hold on... Why did he sign up for this again? Oh right, guilty conscience is one heck of a downer if you don't try to repent in some way. When Sigma saw the request for people to come help this small village, he decided to join in the hopes that he would feel better after that time he had inadvertedly brought a gang of bandits into a town leading to ransacking and murder. Me and my conscience... Now I'm gonna fight spiders the size of siege weapons... Welp, at least I'm not alone if I die... Looking around him as he was leaning on the stone wall, he saw a couple other people who were here to help. He was glad to see that there were some competent looking men and women amongst them. Teamwork would be essential in this task, especially if they were going to seperate themselves into two groups to protect the gates.
Personnaly, the thief felt a bit scared. He had never fought monsters of any kind before. He did trust in his speed and agility at least so dodging wasn't what scared him. What did however, was the venom. He had heard stories of peopel being bitten by poisonous snakes before and it wasn't a pretty sight. The poison those baels produce must be the stuff of nightmares if his reasoning that bigger things were normally more dangerous was sound. Also the general sense of unease and mild panic around town showed that these things were not to be triffled with lightly. It's in moments like this I wished I had proper leather armor but nooo... I prefer to stay as light as possible in case I need to make use of my climbing and running skills! Ugh, it's as if i joined this without thinking, simply coming because the angel on my shoulder was guil-tripping me into doing it...
He then heard what seemed to be the leader of this group talk (or at least the one that exuded the most leader-like charisma...) With a small push, he stopped leaning on the wall to stand upright and looked towards the white haired hero.
"Oh, well I guess I couldn't let this place get overrun like that. I wasn't able to ignore their shout for help. Now that I see first-hand the situation, I can say I'm glad that I didn't pass up this request."
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Post by dimino on Jul 1, 2017 13:40:06 GMT -6
Dimino stood outside the group as he looked up at the person that spoke. His shield was strapped to his back along with his lance. What was his reason for being here? He honestly wasn't that much interested in money considering that he took quite a bit from the bandits that he fought in the past. Was it his pride as a warrior from his tribe? Maybe it was the fact of how the village looked now. Either way, here he was, helping defend the village from monsters, likely more powerful than the simple Revenants that he along with another soldier and mage defeated some time ago.
"I was wondering that myself...though I'm but a simple soldier from Nabata, my lance belongs to the defenses of this village. I will give up my life before I let any of those abominations enter this place!" Dimino spoke out. He honestly felt both excited and nervious at the same time. His excitement being from his willingness to gain more combat experience so he can bring it back to his tribe in Nabata. Yet his nervousness being from the fact that he'll be facing monsters, and not simple revenants that were easy to take down. But spiders that are supposedly the size of most small buildings. How he would love to bring one of their dead carcasses back to the tribe to show off...assuming that he lived of course. Though he meant it when he said he would give his life, he hoped that it wouldn't come down to that.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 2, 2017 15:11:55 GMT -6
Vincent offered a slow nod of understanding toward Sigma. Suddenly he smirked knowingly and offered, "Well, I am glad to have the champion here on my side for this job, I know you can handle a good fight. By the way, how was that peele kick? Looked painful." As he mentioned his previous match the hero was reminded of his own loss. It was one thing to be beaten on a buzzer, but still he felt a knot in his gut after that swordsman withdrew from the battle. It was not just his loss, but now it was his insult, next he fought that man he would let him have it without limitations.
As for Dimino, "A Nabatan?" Well that was a surprise, this soldier was in fact the first Nabatan he had ever met, but best not to make a big deal about that. "Well, glad to have you with us," the man had a very clear lack of stake in this battle, one that earned him the hero's respect just by being here, he and Sigma both.
Vincent rubbed a hand through his thick mane of hair and sighed. "Good to meet the both of you, I only hope that local militia can get it together enough to tell us what they want us to do during this whole thing. Last I checked in they were still having a screaming match." He shrugged, "So I am going to suggest we get comfy for a bit." He appeared to be relaxed for all intents and purposes but in truth there was a gnawing anxiety growing in him.
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Post by Sigma on Aug 3, 2017 23:07:45 GMT -6
"Please don't remind me of that freaking rock throwing kid... I don't even understand how he made it into the tournament to be honest! And what even were those moves? Climbing a rock, hoping you can then jump fifty feet to attack your opponent without breaking your ankles? Urg, ok I'm done... At the very least winning this tournament by not even having a real fight is going to be a great story to tell later on." He then realised that the hero was also a participant in the tournament. He may not have won, but at the very least he had gotten an incredible fight! Sigma remembered hearing all about itthe next day for the reason he had decided to leave earlier, definitely feeling irritated by his first fight. Good thing that we have him on our side... Apparently his sword even holds magical powers!
Looking at the soldier, Sigma was surprised at his show of devotion towards the people of this town. While he himself had signed up for this out of mainly compassion and a desire to help, to hear him say he would lay down his life was definitely surprising. Wow, that's a pretty serious claim. I mean, I don't think I'd ever let myself die for something like this... Live to fight another day and so forth. Strange, I find his determination both impressive and courageous, but also quite stupid.
Turning to look at the outside of the city, Sigma chuckled a bit thinking about the town militia. "Nothing good is gonna happen if those guys keep on being scared. I mean, if nobody is able to stay calm in this, we might as well say this place is doomed already!"
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Post by Mila on Aug 8, 2017 20:57:15 GMT -6
No sooner had she helped Eturia deal with a cyclops problem, she was dropped off in Lycia, only to deal with another giant monster problem. She hadn't really told too many people about that encounter with the cyclops. But, she did have a journal full of details about the monster that she pieced together from memory. Her two accomplices in that adventure remained anonymous in all her writing so as to protect their identities. She was one hundred percent certain that the world was NOT ready to hear that dragons still roamed the earth. Eturia sure as hell didn't want to hear that they were sort of saved by a Pirate, a Dragon, and a Deserter.
But, she was delighted at the prospects of helping a village with a spider problem. Mila KNEW her baels. And after that cyclops, she needed a monster she was comfortable with. She preferred to fight an army of those fuzzy eight legged bastards then deal with another Cyclops. Upon her arrival to the village, she was greeted and then thrown into the group that would help deal with the spider problem. She was happy to have reunited with Vincent. And she was relieved to know that she would be working with him in this sort of job. She knew the young man to be a great fighter and a good friend.
Mila had just finished her shift of sorts. She was busy helping the people with the evacuation. A whole lot of people moving out of a crowded place tended to make for a lot of people getting hurt. She was busy using her staff to heal those that got hurt. Mila was glad she got a ton of practice with her staff. Meant she could be a more efficient member of what ever team of fighters she came across. She arrived in the area where Vincent and the others were. This was the first time she was meeting those who have volunteered to help fight the horde of approaching arachnids.
"Hey Vin, sorry I'm late." She spoke to Vincent, then waved to the group.
"I'm Mila, Sage and Monster researcher. Nice to meet you all." She smiled softly. Then noticed she had a bit of hay in her hair and plucked it out.
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Post by Vincent on Aug 9, 2017 14:06:11 GMT -6
Vincent covered his face and masked a chuckle behind a cough. The state of Mila's dishevelment was humorous but it would be rude of him to point it out, especially as she was clearly all too painfully aware already. "Don't worry about being late, we all have been afforded plenty of time to get here and what not already," he grinned. Standing lazily he brushed himself off and stretched, first his back and then with trunk twists. "Sigma, this place may very well be doomed regardless... its why they keep fighting."
After a bit more talking amongst themselves a pair of soldiers from the militia arrived to greet them. There was a stark contrast between the two men, not only did one have dark long hair and the other trim striking blond, the two carried themselves differently was well. The blond man spoke up first, "I thank you all for answering the call to help us evacuate." He smiled at them charmingly. "We asked you to wait here not only for us to finalize the planning but also so you can become familiar with where we are expecting to fight from. We have agreed to focus our efforts on the safe evacuation, once everyone is out of the city we too will be falling back with the convoy," he explained.
The dark haired soldier merely snorted incredulously. "We fall back ONLY if we can't hold off the enemy indefinitely!" he argued in retort.
"It is hardly possible for our ragtag lot to manage such a feat. Once the civilians are out so too are we."
Vincent watched as the two soldiers' argument went back and forth. After a moment he crossed his arms and began to ignore the two, clearly they never reached an actual agreement.
"If we retreat and leave this land to fall then what happens when the hordes come to the next village's doorsteps?"
"Look, even if we hold them off then what? We aren't a defensive force of warriors and they're only a small handful of sellswords."
A defeatist attitude was already enough to grind Vincent's gears, and he detested an employer that wanted to talk ill of him, but to talk ill of the rest of his company and those that decided to aid them when all their best chances were down was more than he would permit. Drawing his blade a pulse of power could be felt, enough to draw the attention of the arguing soldiers.
"Alright, that is enough!" He pointed the blade's tip at the condescending man's chest. "If you utter one more insult at these men and women that have opted to risk their lives for your PATHETIC payment then I will not hold my sword back." The blond soldier's face twisted into a mixture of fear and anger. He appeared to be moments away from speaking more when Vincent spoke further. "Seal, RELEASE!" suddenly the blade came to life roaring with crackling energy, a bright and solid blue.
Holding the stare he lowered his blade after a tense moment. "We must fight as long as we can. If you wish to run, then run, and know that the good men and women forged of better steel stayed and either died cursing your name, or won glory for themselves this night."
The man stammered a moment before looking to the other mercenaries as if to stay bring this madman to heel.
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Post by dimino on Aug 9, 2017 15:03:49 GMT -6
Dimino could only stare out as the men argued as to what should be done next. He couldn't help but let out an annoyed sigh at the warriors constant bickering. He was about to say something when the Hero, whom the newly arrived sage called Vincent released what looked to be a powerful blade. It looked like it shut the defeatist man up when the blade came to life. To be honest, Dimino was fairly impressed himself! Granted, his warrior-tribe had their treasured lance that he hopes to inherit, the GiraiĆ” Lans, which lays sealed in the temple in their tribe, he has never seen another powerful weapon outside of that.
He gripped his lance as he looked out over the fortifications that lay between them and the monsters that will soon attack the village. "Well...my opinion still stands. I will not retreat." he said bluntly. Though honestly, Dimino is starting to wonder if he'll actually make it out of here alive. But he'll keep on fighting regardless of his odds. After all, he was trained pretty much his entire life to fight. "So...how about instead of bickering at each other-" he said eyeing at the militiaman whom had the defeatist attitude. "-does anyone have any estimated counts as to how many of those abominations are going to be arriving and when? I feel that if we can set up an appropriate defense in time, we should be able to keep them back with little, or more preferably, no casualties inflicted" he said. Though realistically, there will very likely be casualties among them, heck, HE might be one of the casualties considering how strong Vincent and the Sage, whom introduced herself to be Mila whom sounds like she had experience dealing with monsters such as these, when compared to him. His only real experience was defeating a few Revenants on his way here. "...If anyone has any ideas as to what defenses we should take, I at least am all ears"
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Post by Althea on Aug 9, 2017 18:13:52 GMT -6
Out of the frying pan and into the... lava...
Man she needed a beach episode or something.
Althea wasn't entirely certain what had possessed her to stay anywhere the f**k near Bael territory after Ereshkigal and Remus's little... adventure... with that gigantic Bael and its ravenous brood, she had been quite alright letting them handle that and calling it a day, but she had apparently suffered an attack of poor judgement in deciding to see if there was anything she could do to help here. N-not because she cared about these people, OBVIOUSLY. It would be a pity to see a historical site go to waste was all, that was her story and she was sticking to it. If she happened to accidentally help people along the way, well, that was an acceptable outcome.
Ah, the famous soon-dayray in its natural habitat!
Pointedly ignoring the obnoxious spirit's meaningless contribution, Althea's brow furrowed slightly when she came upon a group of people after her haphazard walk throughout the town to inspect it. She... wasn't much of a people person, never had been, never would be, so rather than link with the defenders immediately she had taken her time to study the defenses personally. See if the walls would actually protect against an Elder Bael, how easy they would be to climb for the horde, defensible locations, chokepoints, possibly even makeshift fortresses if any reared their heads.
Althea was no genius tactician, but even she could recognize that they were kinda fucked.
There were clearly not enough defenders and no high caliber weapons, the sort of thing needed to actually stop one of the larger beasts in its tracks. A wall of ballistae might have raised her mood for example. Or a fine trebuchet, capable of launching a 90kg projectile around, say, three hundred meters or so. Especially if the projectile exploded. Given her recent... 'training,' Althea was far more confident in her own abilities than she had been previously, but not to the point of fighting off an entire swarm by herself. She had seen how well that worked out for Ereshkigal, and uh, Ereshkigal was a LOT better at area-effect magic than she was.
What bothered her more though was not the identity of anyone here, or the lack of defenders, or even the Baels themselves. It was that these idiots were already at each other's throats. Threatening each other's very lives with their blades. Typical military brashness, she thought, but this was neither the time nor the place for it. Not when they would all be soon relying on sword and spell of those at their side to survive.
"At this rate, the Baels will have nothing left to kill when they arrive," Althea spoke sardonically as she approached the group, an inkling of displeasure writ on her usually impassive face. She tried to stay in perfect control of herself, but - this was probably Ereshkigal's fault, really, it blaming the dopey spirit for her increased emotional outbursts was definitely easier than accepting they were her true feelings. "Why wait for death by fang and venom when we can all simply leap on each other's blades, mm?"
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Post by Mila on Aug 12, 2017 18:57:53 GMT -6
Mila watched as Vincent used the magic in his blade to quell the masses. She had arrived too late to hear the argument, but she had a good idea of what it was. She had heard it all before People were afraid to die. People didn't want to fight. People wanted to run away and leave this bael problem to others. But, in reality, they couldn't leave the bael problem alone. People NEEDED to band together to deal with the monsters not turn against one another to avoid the greater problem. Mila waited for the people to stop their bickering before talking about the baels themselves.
"Baels, while ferocious, aren't known for openly attacking villages like this. They generally act like most spiders. The build a nest of webs and wait for food to come along. Something must have happened with in their nest to force them out." She spoke out loud.
"There are a number of possibilities as to what causes a bael to move. These baels could be roaming males. Forced out of their brood due to a greater need to breed and search for females." She shook her head.
"I doubt this is the case. As the baels.. from what the scouts have told me to seem to be a mix of both males and females. I think they are attacking because well.. at least when it comes to these particular set of baels.. they are being driven out of their territory. There might not be enough resources to sustain them anymore.. so they have to move. And destroy everything in their path in a never ending quest for resources.." Then realized all this information was probably useless to the Militia.
"Point is, they aren't going to stop here. We are probably the first and only line of defense if not for this village than for the other villages down the line. We cannot afford to get cold feet." She sighed and shook her head. Perhaps we can contain them some how so that they are forced to cannibalize themselves like other spiders do.
"I do know that Baels don't like cold, smoke, or fire." She counted on her fingers.
"What sort of defenses do we have to work with? Walls? Balistae? Arrows? Oil? Fire? Underground tunnels?"
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Post by Sigma on Aug 14, 2017 1:43:18 GMT -6
Tensions... were definitely high. The two soldiers's bickering seemed to show how well the plans were being made back there and Vincent didn't really seem to help the situation by quite litteraly giving one of the two a death threat, with his magical sword nontheless!. Sigma remembered seeing the sword back in the tournament, but now that he was closer, he could definitely tell just how powerful the damn thing was. He had actually felt a wave of energy crash into him as the sword was released. Man, reminds me of Orcleous's club... Well less powerful than that of course. But it still that sort of "presence" if I had to put it into words...
Looking at him, Sigma was about to try and calm him down but before he was able to say anything, a familiar face showed up. Seeing Althea appear out of nowhere was definitely a nice surprise, not only that but she was also quite disapointed by the lack of calmness the guards and Vincent were showing. Giving her a half smile, he shook his head a bit to say "hi" to her. It'd be nice to fight with someone he knew if she really was here for that (which was probably true.) Smirking a bit at Vincent, he said in a joking tone, hoping it'd at least make hi msheath his blade: "No kidding, keep that repressed anger from losing at the arena for the Baels, it'll be of much better use then." Also he felt that he needed to get back at him for that comment earlier.
Hearing another of the newcomers talk about the incoming Bael invasion, she definitely seemed to know her stuff. The woman had probably a fair amount of experience with fighting monsters if Sigma had to guess. Hearing her mention their weaknesses, he made a note to use his smoke bomb smartly during the fight.
Hoping to bring his ressourcefulness into the mix, he added: "Well actually, we could also get by with simpler ressources. Alcohol could be used to make makeshift firebombs while we could also build bonfires to try and bottleneck the spiders and make them enter only at strategic points of the village."
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Post by Vincent on Aug 17, 2017 11:55:45 GMT -6
Well, the masses have spoken and it would seem he was the villain in this scenario... perfect. Vincent resealed the blade a feeling of air pressure changing as it quieted and was sheathed. Vincent was far more a better organizer than tactician when it came to leading and seeing as his little 'outburst' had successfully shied their eyes away from him and onto Mila, as well as thinking for themselves in the matter, he was satisfied with the results.
Turning his back to the blond soldier and taking the few paces he needed to stand behind the rest of the volunteers he pulled his head back toward the sky and suppressed a grin behind a silent chuckle. "Right, right, right. Lucky so many disagree with me, alright, I'll take it out on the baels." He turned back with a wide grin.
The black haired soldier lightly nudged his comrade with his elbow before addressing all of these... revelations. "Well, the tavern is still plenty stocked with alcohol, we weren't able to include it in the evacuation process so if there is any potential uses beyond cleaning wounds and the like we can afford to do it."
The blond soldier snorted derisively. "If we are to stand here to the end we ought to just drink our fill into unconsciousness. At least then we won't have to be aware of how we die painfully." Vincent merely scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Drake, the black haired soldier, ignored him and then addressed Mila, "You seem to be a researcher, if you have the time later I... we would like to address some potential theories about these baels we have as well as get all the know-how you have. But as for defenses we have the river that flows through the center of town from the North and the walls that surround it. We have nothing heavier like ballista or trebuchet I fear. Worst this city has seen prior was threats from greedy bandit lords."
As they spoke Vincent observed the white haired newcomer, she was quick to show her derision of him and she appeared to carry no blades, either hidden well or a mage of some sort. If she was any good between her and Mila they would surely be key to whatever strategy they held.
"And as good as walls are mam, I fear a spider can climb them with at least minimum issue."
Vincent then spoke up, "Well, Mila is a practiced Earth mage." Addressing Mila directly he added, "Would it be possible to create jutting spikes atop the walls? block out most if not all climbing? Between that and Sigma's proposed bonfires we can keep them enclosed to the north and focused on the gates."
Drake appeared to perk up as he imagined the scenario. It seemed sound enough, however the logistics of it were questionable. "I do not know if we have the time for that, even if we all turned our focus to it."
"Make your barriers and your fires, it won't matter." The blond soldier despaired. "And why must we be the ones to stop them? Hmm? They overran the other villages in a matter of hours prior to us and why not let them come to other villages and cities? The lords will have to take notice and aid them eventually!"
"By then it will very well be too late. If they have the space to expand and breed, numbers will continue to swell, and besides, your 'lords' HAVE noticed, just enough to pull back to lands they perceive as safe." Vincent was tired of the running argument and was determined to shut it down.
The blond soldier silently glared at the hero but let his focus return to Mila and the others proposing the ideas. "Alright... I will... tell the men what the plan is... I suppose. Drake, be sure to help us coordinate with the sellswords since they are SO KNOWLEDGABLE AND POWERFUL. Why," he was descending the ramp of the wall now, "Clearly they are all gods among men and slayers of hordes." He mocked.
"Forgive him," Drake asked in his stead. "But he is not wrong that odds are against us, even if we survive the night."
Vincent merely crossed his arms beginning to contemplate an idea in silence.
"I thank you all for coming to our aid and please, any and all needs for tonight shall be addressed. If you have no more thoughts or concerns to address I believe we all have work to do?" He lingered to give everyone a moment more to make any further alterations to the working plan.
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Post by Mila on Aug 20, 2017 9:37:13 GMT -6
been 3 days -- "If we survive this I'll sit down and tell you all I know about these monsters. As well as probably write out a simplified copy of my notes." She nodded at the black haired man.
As the men spoke their peace. The gears in Mila's head were turning. She was slowly formulating a plan that would try to maximize the number of survivors. Buildings and property can be replaced lives cannot.
"A river that divides the town.. hmm. Then that's where we shall make our stand. Baels are hesitant to cross water but they will do so out of necessity. If the baels come from the south, east, or west... We should try to booby trap as much as we can. Place barrels of oil or alcohol and light them in strategic locations. Use fire and smoke to heard them northwards towards us. That will deter them from going after the evacuees. If we can separate them as they come northwards.. that will help. We stand a better chance at picking them off individually than facing the whole swarm all at once." Mila spoke out loud. Her gaze was towards the floor and her crook of her thumb and index finger on her chin.
"Walls, Yeah.. I think I can do something with the walls. Not all of them though it will take too much energy out of me. If you've got other sages to help out we could do a bit more. As it stands though.. looks like I'm the only one here presently. But, certain walls.. yeah.. I think I can manage.. at least the two walls on each side of the gate? It depends on how big the wall is and what sort of material they are made of." She shook her head.
"If the distance is far enough the baels might not try to jump at all.. especially if they are already spooked by flame. We could prevent them from jumping if we light some large torches on top of the wall. Like maybe where the watch towers are? If they cross and try to climb.. I can alter the walls to make it harder for them to do so. We could pour whatever oil or booze we have left and light that. Heavy boulders, mines, or flares could also do the trick. If you have any archers they could probably pick at their eyes from either a high vantage point. Shadow or Dark magic could also be used to a similar effect. They also really don't like getting hit hard in the mouth." She kept thinking.
"Silver weapons if you have them work well against the body. If not do your best to defend with steel." She sighed softly.
"I'll help to work out the finer details but I need to know what we are working with. How many people do we have who are WILLING to help us stave off death. They will need to be divided into groups and assigned specific tasks. What skills and talents do you all have? What sort of alcohol? Oils? Gear? How many baels were reported? And is there a map I can use?"
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Post by Althea on Aug 22, 2017 13:47:23 GMT -6
OOC: it's been long enough I'm just gonna go ahead and post, screw post orders
"Bael attacks seem to be a common phenomenon in this area," Althea noted somewhat obliquely in reference to the massive assault that she - well, Ereshkigal - had aided Remus in handling so very recently. Which was, in fact, why the irascible spirit was now more or less entirely asleep aside from the occasional snarky comment. Certainly the titanic monstrosity they had fought was larger than anything Althea herself had ever seen before. She... didn't really want to meet more. "As I understand it they breed endlessly, so your guess at the likelihood of this being an unending hunt for resources is likely correct, miss." She didn't know who the hell this green haired chick was, but Althea found herself tentatively liking her already, even if the realization that she apparently 'liked' people now repulsed her almost enough to add something snarky just to keep a distance.
It was also nice to see Sigma again, even if their last little... adventure... had gone about as well as any of her adventures ever did. He had been a pleasant individual to debate and work with at least, quick of wit and likable enough. At least it was someone familiar, eh? Seemed that the green haired magician, an anima user apparently, talked quite a bit. Much wordier than she was herself, but years as a researcher had definitely exposed Althea to more than enough long winded individuals that it didn't bother her exactly. "Though if I may. Tuscanan Baels tend to be more aggressive and willing to sacrifice themselves for the hive. Fire and traps will aid in scattering the swarm, but I believe there is a guiding intelligence in play to consider rather than simply mindless monsters. ...Perhaps a target to weaken the horde. Slaying the guiding creatures may stem the tide to a degree. If we are offered the opportunity for an assassination mission of sorts."
She wasn't entirely sure on the idea of these... synapse creatures... but the monstrous mother she (well, Ereshkigal) and Remus had fought had seemed to offer a certain coordination. Monsters hadn't exactly been real for much of her tenure, so actually studying the beasts was fairly new to her.
Oh, yeah, and normal people introduced themselves didn't they?
"...I apologize. My name is Althea. If I may be of some aid in defending this town, my elder magics are at your service." Speaking to the group as a whole rather than Mila, the typically stubborn Althea unwilling to cede her free will to an individual or accept that one was 'better' than her, but accepting of the fact that they would need to work together to survive. Not even Ereshkigal would be able to fight off an attack as large as rumors held it might be, and even if she could it would undoubtedly lead to the annihilation of the village and many of its defenders in the process due to the spirit's notoriously poor control. Althea certainly didn't have the firepower and infinite magical reservoir of her counterpart, but liked to think she was at least more efficient at using what she had.
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dimino
Soldier
Posts: 37
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Dimino
OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by dimino on Aug 25, 2017 12:04:33 GMT -6
Did...did that soldier just insult Diminos honor?! Dimino was furious! If it wasn't for the fact that Baels were going to attack soon, Dimino would have challenged the soldier to force him to recognize the honor he and the rest of the group held. But nevertheless, he decided not to since they need as much help as possible.
The spell castor, whom introduced herself as Mila suggested they make a last stand at the river in the middle. Honestly, he was perfectly fine about that...but eventually, not even magic would be enough to keep the spiders away. He gripped his shield in his hand as he thought about what should be done. On one hand, he could assist Mila and be a "shield" to her and keep the Baels off of her while she cast her spells. But on the other hand, he was fairly certain that she could handle her own and he would be better defending at the river in case they do make their last stand there.mDamn...makes me wish I could have proved myself back at my tribe earlier so that I could use GiraiĆ” Lans to aid in this fight. he thought.
"I for one don't have much to offer in terms of skills or tactics, but if you need anything that needs to be done, I'm certain that I'll get it done. After all, in my tribe, a warrior never runs from battle if it threatens the innocents" he said. "Just tell me what needs to be done. My lance and my shield will be at your service" he then finished. Though in honestly, he wasn't sure how much help he'd be since he looked ill equipped, but he is a warrior from his tribe. It will take more than overgrown spiders to take him down! So long as he worked with the Hero, Mila, the druid, whom introduced herself as Althea, and the thief, he was sure as hell was not going down without a fight!
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