The prisoners' escape from the Oban base was unexpected by all in the Oban camp - along with the destruction wrought by the rampaging Arwa. Eventually, the massive beast was calmed - but not before the Oban forces suffered numerous injuries and loss of supplies - not to mention the escape of the 'slaves' brought with the advancing war party, and the kidnapping of important nobles.
It was to this disarray that the General was greeted, having arrived after a long ride from the camp where the king and other leading nobles had assembled. Expecting a calm camp, and a full night of rest before battle began the next day, the General was instead met with a half destroyed camp, loss of important bargaining tools, and an incompetent captain clutching his bleeding thigh.
Ridiculous.
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First the appearance of a stranger with a beast to aid in battle - then the success of the scouting party in the unimaginable - the release of the captured Tendajians. Well, to be more accurate the escape had started from the inside, but surely without the support of those joining there would have been no way they made it out alive - and with captured Obans to boot! If only Freya and Besian had been found...
The captured were tied up and placed in the safest place that could be found - a guarded tent near the leaders of Tendaji. While the majority of the leaders reveled at the news that an Arwa had decimated the camp, the leading opinion was that there was no way the Obans would be stupid enough to attack them any time soon. Just like they'd done after their first victory, the Obans would wait for instructions - biding their time. There was little expectation of an attack coming anytime soon.
Naria, however, was not convinced.
It is nighttime, the evening following the daring escape from the Oban camp. Are you preparing for battle? Or are you, like the others, convinced that the damage of the rampaging Arwa will delay an incoming attack?
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 2:31 pm
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Ruelash – Ice Knight Resistance, Tale Camp, Weapons Tent: With Iroia
Ruelash hadn't wanted to return, exactly, but he understood Iroia's reasoning. She had, after all, lost one of her knives, and those were important. Without a second weapon, what would happen if she lost her other one? And he wasn't giving her one of his again – she'd shown that she didn't want that... she wanted her own claws, and Ruelash could respect that.
So he had left the chaos and turmoil of the Oban camp behind, and normally this would have bothered him, existing as he did in a chaotic state himself, but it did not. After all, he could taste the blood in the waiting air. Battle would come soon, proper battle, and he would be back in his element, where he belonged.
”Hey, Iroia.” he asked, as the girl chose her knives. He set himself nearby with a whetstone to sharpen his blades to a fiercer edge, ”Ya think they'll attack?” he hoped they would. He wanted to make them bleed, ”Or do ya think we've spooked them?”
Hijil – Shifter Guard Resistance, Tale Camp, Around: With Bhima
Hijil looked at Bhima, her eyes concerned. Yes, right, war was upon them and Bhima could be hurt. She knew this: was this not why she had decided to seek out the alkidike now, instead of later? Because of this danger.
She nodded meaningfully. She would not surrender, not to the Obans, not to Xilarn, not to the Jungle itself. She gave Bhima's hand a squeeze...
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That night, she allowed herself to think about the danger more, now that she had no more distractions to escape to. The return of the imprisoned Tendajiians and the reports of the successes of the sneaking group were heartening, but Hijil still felt a tension building inside of her.
”Bhima?” she said, turning to her more-than-a-companion, ”I won't stop fighting if you are wounded.” She promised again, clenching a fist, letting the plates of the gauntlets slide over each other... They had been polished and varnished and oiled so that they would move as if they were her own skin. They were an extension of herself, and she needed them to be fluid. ”But I don't intend to let you get wounded at all.” She swallowed, ”Because... Because if something happened to you, Bhima, I don't know...”
I don't know what I would live for. I don't know what I would do.
”So I will try to not allow it. If...” she paused, ”If thats all right with you.”
Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 2:48 pm
Bhima - post 4 /1
Bhima smiled, gripping Hijil's hand back. It was a meaningful gesture, and not one she was sure she could put to words. She pulled the Shifter's hand closer and kissed its back.
"Of course," she said, letting their hands fall, "and I have no intention of letting harm come to you. It's been so long, Hijil. I'm not giving up now." The swords of the Obans were not enough to make her give up what she had found again, at long last.
"We will come out of this together, and the world will be a better place for it."
Biroki – Shifter Sage Resistance, Tale Camp, Around: Warming up
Biroki had assisted the healers upon the return of the prisoners and scouts, assisting in the treatment of anybody who needed it. Nobody was too injured, so major healing wasn't needed, but it was enough to drain his limited reserves of healing magic for the time being. Or, more accurately, his destructive magic wanted to play. He had felt it shifting under his skin, heating, blazing, wanting to burst forth and consume his patients.
So, he took a break – a long one. He intended to get some sleep later, too. Quite literally, though, he had to first let off some steam.
He closed his eyes and let the flames pour from his hands, searing the ground beneath him. Slowly, he began to turn, letting the flame follow his hand. He opened his eyes and spun faster, the fire dancing with him.
For the moment, encased in what became a golden-helixed cage of magical fire, it was him, and he was the flame. It was a practice 'dance' he had come up with, a way to exercise his ability to release and control the powerful energies within him, without the damaging effects of throwing fireballs at targets. While doing it, his magic was everything, and he could forget things... like Zuri, like the missing Ikuri, like life itself. He became the flame, and he mastered it...
He did not notice he had an observer.
Ikkio – Shifter/Ice Prentice Resistance, Tale Camp, Around: Watching her father warm up
Ikkio's face gleamed in the light of her father's flame. Her eyes glittered a hellish gold as she watched him wreath himself in his immense, raw power. She wanted that power, and Ikuri had as well. It was a shame about her sister: That the other girl was missing was something Ikkio did regret. It was lonely without her sister, in a way she hadn't realized was possible.
”Very nice, daddy.” she called encouragingly, clapping. Her father was an idiot. But he was a powerful idiot, one she needed to be able to manipulate. She had to convince him that she was the sweet young lady that Ikuri had been...
Was she corrected herself. She didn't want to believe that her sister was dead.
Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 4:18 pm
Kaalnia – Alkidike Blade Resistance, Tale Camp, Sleeping tents: Trying to rest
Kaalnia was confident in the scouts reports that they'd rattled those Obans good. Things had gotten confused, and the Oban had gotten mixed up in the crowd, and thered been people to carry. Kaalnia had gotten right on that, and she wasn't particularly gentle with the prisoners. If they found themselves treated like sacks of grain, too bad for the Oban bastards.
At some sister's request, though, Kaalnia had turned in. Good thing, too – when her excited buzz faded, she had realized that she was tired. As in, really tired. She wasn't going into battle – be it tomorrow or a few days after – without some shut-eye.
But, despite how her body felt after working hard emotionally and physically, she couldn't seem to get to sleep. She tossed and turned and grumbled, but somehow, she just never managed it... ”Damn it.” she mumbled, she'd impress none of the ladies like this.
Iroia: Resistance: Post 13 Weapons Tent ...gleeful
Iroia plucked a likely looking blade from the pile of mismatched creations and tossed it back having spotted her prize on the other side. Crawling over she got it and slithered back to ruelash to take up her own whetstone to her new aquisition. "If they are smart they will fight back, look how well that happened for us!" She smiled gleefully. Her eyes glazed a bit as she saw herself on a pile of groaning vanquished enemies. Ahh the spoils of war. She squealed. "Pitched melee, is there nothing more glorious Rue."
Some snotty female walked past her and gave her and her companion a look. She growled. The chick moved along..smartly for her. What was she doing in the weapons tent anyway? Snooty females belonged with the makeup and the knitting where they could chatter about girls like her who couldn't stand the stuff blegh. "You think she wanted a toothpick?" She twirled a blade suggestively. "These are a bit big for digging scum out from between teeth."
Drat her musings had been interupted. "Now then...wonder where on the front we will be placed. North, South, East West, its all awesome."
Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 7:02 pm
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Kiyelt: Resistance: Post 11 Weapons Tent
Kiyelt yawned and walked into the weapons tent, he was tired all that nocturnal work seemed to get to him in this warmer environment. Poking around he noticed a leaf girl and a familiar Iceling snickering in a corner...something about whether or not Oba would attack. "Hey Ruelash, er long time no see, do you know where they keep the leather soap? I have to work on my whip for battle. Hello," he said to Iroia. "My name is Kiyelt. I believe we fought together last time."
One of the others in the tent handed him some of the leather soap that he had been looking for, he nodded his thanks and turned again to the pair. "I hear you two did great things on the raid. My congratulations, I admire your spirit." He blushed a bit embarassed at himself. But they were pretty awesome. He had been...well preocupied for the most part. "Er, thank you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 5:27 pm
N A E V I U S O B A NXXXC A P T I V E
The way had been hard and long but before she knew it she and her companions were shoved into a tent and put under heavy guards. She supposed they had learned by from how they had been treated and decided they didn't want their captives to escape. Naevius began to pace in the tent, walking from each corner to the next, in an endless circuit around the tent. She didn't really care at this point if she was driving her friends nuts. Well, that was a lie, she really did. After all, it was her fault they were there in the first place. If she just hadn't been so nice they wouldn't be here. Of course, they had been treated far better than the Tendajian captives had been in their camp. And there was no creepy captain coming and giving them weird stares. She paused in her pacing to look at her friends. "I'm sorry I got you all pulled into this mess."
location: In Captured Tents | Post count: 11
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 5:37 pm
E T H E L F L E A D E
Fleade was outside the tent with the oban prisoners. She had been somewhat worried about them. Even though she brought them in didn't mean she wished any ill upon them. She was just glad to have a sword on her hip again and free of any fences. Fleade had been met with some praise as her plan had been told from some of the people who had escaped from her. "Can I go in to see them?" She asked the guards but got a strict "No" from them. Instead, she settled on waiting around in front of the tents.
location: Outside Captured Tents | Post count: 11
Idk who's around, anybody can interact with her. <3
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 6:12 pm
Sebastian - post 6 /1 oban captive
Really, there were worse things in the world than being treated respectfully. Granted, Sebastien had also been allowed to walk with the group under minimal guard. They probably all thought he was an idiot and he had begun to believe it when they'd bound him. Now he was simply standing, watching Naevius pace, glad that she was safe. There were also worse things in the world than watching over three pretty women who were safer here than they likely had been back at the base.
He wasn't going to lie, though. Naevius did sort of cause this whole kerfuffle. It had been an honest mistake, though. She clearly had a soul that wanted to help, and she had been taken advantage of. All was fair in love and war. Mostly war.
"Don't beat yourself up about it," was his only comment, and he offered her a little nod. Worrying wasn't going to help any of them. They were a handful of bargaining chips, or at least the noblewomen were.
Ichil oban captive
Ichil had struggled minimally, but she had made sure her captors knew she wasn't so fond of them. Her jaw was set, her eyes locked in a death glare. They had tossed them in a tent and called it good, although she could see the shadows of the guards lingering outside and heard them deny a visitor here and there. At least they were being treated reasonably. Had her people really been abusing and torturing? This was all too much. The war had rumbled up and stood on her toes. She was not afraid, but she was angry.
At the moment she sat on the floor, ignoring the dust.
"You didn't pull us in. They did," she said, nodding toward the side of the tent, "Don't blame yourself."
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 7:37 pm
K R E S I M I R
He felt sort of guilty after talking with Ime so when she suggested that they go find his momma he nodded and walked along with her. Kres just smiled and swung their hands as they walked. They didn't make it too far out of the tents before he noticed familiar gloves. He started bouncing up and down. "There's my momma Miss Ime! I'm gonna go to her. Thank you!" He said excitedly, barely hugging her waist, or what he could reach anyway, before running off towards Kelina.
location: Healing Tents | Post count: 3
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 7:40 pm
F I N N L E Y
Finnley smiled shyly at Natsu before hearing the call for healers. With a hesitant smile, she stood up once more. "I-I'm sorry. I have to go. I'll catch up w-with you later." Finn said apologetically as she made her way back to the healers tents. She was almost to the healing tents when she saw a familiar face again still with the young shifter boy. But the shifter boy darted off moments after she saw them and Finnley smiled at the ground. If her plan with Natsu and Viveka went into play then she would have little ones running around too. Hopefully not in a war zone though. Walking up to Ime, she nodded her head to her in respect. They had both gained a rank and both had been excited. "Hey Ime! That's a c-cute little boy." She commented.
location: Healing Tents | Post count: 4
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 7:49 pm
Ime - post 3 resistance
She returned the hug in the form of an affectionate back rub and watched him go.
"Bye, Kresimir!" she called after the boy, grinning and watching him go. She spotted Kelina and waved, but when she turned to go back inside the healing tent. As she turned she saw Finnley, though, a welcome friendly face during this hard time.
"He is, isn't he? He's my friend's. He has a twin sister, she's adorable too," she said with a little laugh. Her expression turned to the pleasant worried sort of smile that graced so many faces at times like this. "How are you doing? Alright?" She seemed just fine, and that was good. Ime herself was having trouble staying positive knowing what they might see come back and now being in charge of more than just comfort.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 2:51 pm
X I L A R NxA T T L E E Location: Captured tent. =w= Posts: 11
This was why the Oban army thought they'd have such an easy victory over their opponents. The natives were thoughtless, rash, downright inconsiderate. That hefty bug woman just punched him in the head. Obnoxious creature. Even if he'd wanted to argue with her, having most of her weight leaning against his lungs not only made it ridiculously difficult to breath, but also threatened to shatter half his ribs.
Whether he wanted- Nay, whether he deserved to be or not, Xilarn still found himself bound and deposited in a tent. To his surprise, within hardly any time at all, he was joined by... other Obans. He didn't make a show of inquiring why or how they'd gotten there... or even what was happening on the Oban side of things, despite having a burning curiosity to know... what had become of both his siblings. Not out of any familial concern, of course, just... curious. Instead, he sat in the corner, silently brooding and listening to the other captureds' muttering of what was happening.
A part of him wanted to laugh at the comical atrocities happening to his fellow countrymen, buuuut humor at their plight still didn't change the fact that he was here. And basically no better off.
