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 Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 8:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 9:57 pm
Ahkiliz It's not as polished as I'd like but it gets a lot of information out in the open quickly  Jaclyn Windrite
For as long as any elder telling the tales of these hills and forests could recall, something had always tried to impose its will over the land and those people that it embraced. Be it the earth itself, illness, or invaders, there was always something and the Windrite tribe had weathered all of it! Their homes had stood against the great quakes, sprawling fires, and long floods. The Healers had stopped plagues of Yellow Eye Fever, Pox, even Spirit Grip! Invaders had never been able to hold more than a single village worth of their land for more than a month due to their army. True the force was small- 500 men strong against 1500 enemy forces, but they had ponies and archers to advantage while most of the invaders came with only a basic infantry.
However, this new invader had come with a greater ambition than just to tangle with the unconquered barbarians. They had brought their own Calvary, their own Archers, and tacticians that learned and copied the barbarian's moves to use against them! In the 30 years that the barbarian's had been pushing back on the invaders, the foreign force had gotten a better foot hold than any predecessor in their history even going as far as to bridge the Mountain Scar-an enormous canyon and the barbarian's most important natural defender! Many had thought the bridging was a travesty and the invader's way of mocking the land, but Jaclyn's heart fluttered for it! To her it was statement of promise that when she had her turn to lead her garrison against the invaders that the fight would be at it's most brutal and most glorious. Even if she and all her soldiers died in that battle, there would be immortality in legend waiting for them on that bridge!
She had begged the chief for three days for him to consider her as commander for the raid on the bridge-as a father he didn't want his baby girl anywhere near the invaders but he couldn't ignore her accomplishments. She was undefeated among the swordsman in the tribe and held the record for shot accuracy with the bow! In the process she even revealed that she had snuck into the raiding party that squashed the invader's navel force on the sea coast! If she hadn't been there the raid would have failed with 6 other's singing praises of the mystery warrior that had sprung out of no where to save the battle. So with a positive but daddy still being over protective, she had been made to where silly oakwood armor over top her metal plates! He even made her put on a horned helmet that covered her face and halved her vision. The extra protection had been the terms of the agreement that she could lead the bridge raid so she kept her word and would only remove it if it had been wrenched from her cold corpse!
The raid consisted of 150 men, a quarter of them were meant to set the top of the bridge ablaze as a distraction for the second quarter that would sneak to the underside and set the real fires with minimal security to avoid detection while the larger half of defenders to focus the invader forces on the bridge itself. At first it had gone smoothly, with the invading forces breaking apart to stop the fires under and over the bridge leaving the defender forces to slash away at the bridge but one lone soldier had remained and hacked down her soldiers by the handful until he got to her. Over burdened with the wood armor, the heavy useless helmet, all she was able to do was slow him down enough to call a retreat! She had gotten a good look at his face that day, it burned into her memory by the pure need to prove what she could do and thrill of having found a swordsman that might match her-if only it wasn't for that stupid Oaken armor!
She had scrapped away with her life that day but now, she stood in line with the basic infantry garrison while her double in the oaken armor perched on her pony silently with the rest of the leaders and tacticians. The invader's had crossed the bridge and assembled in the fields, this was to be an end all battle-even the enemy royal had showed up to direct the battle in person! Today, Jaclyn told herself thinking of him and the fight to come, she would claim her immortal legend and his head!
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 5:01 am
 Centuries have gone by since the start and formation of the empire, it started out as nothing more then as small as the barbarians, however unlike the barbarians it grew larger and larger till it had domain over most of the land and it's people. The kingdoms force's were not to be underestimated it was large in number and the campaigns were lead by Aragorn Darkstrider, Ezio's Father. With his help and the kings support he conquered most of the land until only 10 enemy force's were left. However it was time for Aragorn to strep down as he had grown older and older with age and could not be of use anymore as he once was. This was the time of Ezio his son who trained and trained his whole life for the one moment, to take over command and to bring these enemies to heel. In the war room back at the kingdom where all Prince and his advisors met to discuss the war and where to attack they planned for their next attack. They all argued and bickered like children trying to convince the Prince where to attack next, with him unable to do so. As Rodrigo's right hand Ezio stepped in and offered a step by step plan to take the bridge from the Windrite Tribe. He explained it's importance and how taking it would severely weaken the tribe and asked his friend to trust him with 50 men to complete the task. He would scout the area alone and resistance was less the likely, because no one would suspect and attack on the bridge. Rodrigo was hesitate at first because he only asked for such few of an army, but he could not deny his friend as his trust and accomplishments spoke louder then words. Ezio Darkstrider the son of a hero and legend took command of the kingdoms army and forged in battle and blood his own accomplishments which ranged in different forms. From his victory over Horsemen Tribe where he outsmarted the tribe by taking only a handful of his best soldiers and sneaked into the tribe at knight and captured the main village without a single drop of blood. To charging a battlefield with no more then 50 men against 300, surviving and holding the position for his Prince's men to arrive. But no accomplishment was more notable then the one compared to the ages. When Ezio with only a few men were attacked by the Windrite tribe the strongest of the enemies who sought to prevent him from claiming this bridge, which held a valuable strategic position to the tribe. All his men were slaughtered but Ezio stood tall on his own surviving and charging killing the barbarians one by one until the fateful moment where he met "The Warrior." As Ezio proceeded he met the warrior in Oaken Armor who was tougher then the rest and seemed to be in charge as it willingly attacked him. The battle was well matched with Ezio gleaming with excitement as he has never meant another warrior who posed such a challenge as this one, it even managed to place a scar on his cheek. Ezio himself was holding out with his last strength to hold the bridge till reinforcements arrived as the barbarians scattered back. In the end however this was all an distraction to help the remaining barbarians retreat as he heard the horn call of his army loud as day. Ezio would never forget the first and only warrior to ever scar him and pose a great challenge. After the retreat Ezio was praised with honor and glory by his army and friend, as they set up camp across the bridge to prepare for the next assault. When the next dawn arised Ezio washed his face looking at the scar, and being reminded of the Oaken Armor warrior ad how they would meet again sometime.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 8:19 pm
Ahkiliz Just so we're clear, I have no idea of what I'm doing here, I'm just doing it. If you want to save it with some sense please do. Jaclyn Windrite
The Windrite Chief, Brom, stoked his ponies neck to calm him as they rode out to meet the invading leader along with a 5 man entourage plus the false Jaclyn in Oaken Armor. This temporary cooperation was a universal tradition of War, a last chance effort between opponents to make compromise and avoid the destruction that would result from the full scale war. Brom knew there would be no compromise here-the empire had greater numbers and believed that was enough to stand against their superior steel and iron bark shields. Still as leader he had to see to tradition and hope that some kind of idea would come to him. He could always offer a challenge of two champions to take the place of the battle but they would likely send their fabled warrior The Knight Enchanter Ezio and the only warrior he had that could even hold a candle to him was...no way! Jaclyn was very good with the mock battles the warriors of the tribe gave her but that was just fun and games! This was real! He didn't care that more than one of his generals and battle instructors had tried to tell him there was no faking-they had to be kidding. She was only a girl! She was built for needle point child rearing! He only let her play with the idea of being a warrior because it made her happy and kept her quiet but it was never supposed to be an actual course for her future and he was not about to let them kill her.
From across the field, Jaclyn stood up on her toes to see over the person in front of her. They were from a different tribe and didn't know her so they didn't care who she was just that she was female, pretty and going to die unless she "stay behind them so they could protect her." She stayed quiet while they crowded her, sticking her tongue out at the guy in front of her when they weren't looking but now that the chief was leaving the meeting of leaders so rapidly these idiots were in her way! "What's going on? Let me see."
"No miss, it's better if you don't," the one to her left put a hand on her shoulder to push her back down.
The one in front gave her the real information, "Seems the enemy has challenged us to a dual of champions- their Knight Enchanter wants to fight that guy in the wood suit. It's going to be a blood bath so stay back-hey!"
All the blood had sense had rushed out of her head, Jaclyn forcing her way passed them. If that's what they were going to do it really was going to be a blood bath! That was the stable boy that took care of her pony-he could barly get on the horse by himself in that armor let alone fight anyone! The enemy royal must have forced their hands in the dual if Brom stormed off the way he did. It was rude to run out onto the open field during a time like this, they would shoot at her or close any negotiations pending on the outcome of the dual and open battle because of it. All of that was going to happen anyway with the outcome of this dual so she burst through the front line and onto the field. Shouting from this far way would do nothing but slow her down and rasp her lungs, so instead she ran harder with her eyes focused on the armored man approaching the mounted decoy who was already acting like a nervous child staring death in the face should have been acting.
Of course the other troops were yelling at here, getting confused as she bolted toward them. The opposing army also stirring because of her scene. They'd be shooting at her soon. She kept a steady pace and ran straight so they could aim at her just right to drop her easily, and as the sound of bow strings snapping rose over the blabber-arrows massing in the sky, she turned sharply into the battle field 20 meters before returning to her original angle. All of them missed her due to their own carful aim and her timing. She would have 3 minutes for the archers to reload and now they knew that trick she would have to think of another one or...wait! The closer she got to the dual, the clearer she could see the armored man. It was the warrior from the bridge! Surely he would know-would see the signs and figure this out. That person in the oaken armor wasn't acting like the warrior he'd fought on the bridge and now some crazy b***h in plate armor was running onto the field expertly playing their archer's for fools? There was only one conclusion he could come too-that the person in front of him was a fake and the real warrior he'd faced on the bridge was racing toward him to save the fake.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 9:21 pm
As the negotiations were concluding, Ezio was informed of the duel that was to take place and that the Prince named him their champion, and had the honor of winning this war with ease. As he sat in his tent preparing for the duel he prayed to his mother for her protection, he cut his forearm a bit dripping a few drops of blood into the earth and as it sank in he uttered a sacred chat as all Knight Enchanters do before a battle. Once done he wrapped his arm in a small bandage to stop the bleeding and walked to the makeshift forge that was set up in the camp. He entered and greeted the smith to retrieve his weapon and shield. "Fine work as always smith, where would I be in this world without you"He said happily before giving the man a few coins for his troubles. As he exited the tent he went back to his tent to equip his armor, but he did not grace himself with his original armor, the one he used during the charge and fight against the Oaken warrior. Instead he wore a light armor chest plate, 2 arm bracers, shin guards connected to sandals and battle skirt that reached his knees. The armor was complete with a helmet forged after Alexander a legendary warrior, the armor together was as black as night and could strike fear into the hearts of anyone. His sword was now a short sword and a medium sized shield. All knew when Ezio wore this armor it meant he was going to put everything on the line in the battle even his life. When the time came the whole camp fell silent and all you could feel was the ground shaking, then a few seconds afterwards you could her spears hitting the ground over and over in unison, a rally cry as it continued as Ezio came out of the tent. As he headed toward the feild of battle he walked threw a row of all his soldiers all stopping their spears into the ground and praising Ezio. Once he reached the field they gave Ezio a chair as he sat down behind his Prince and men hidden from sight, from the enemy until the fake arrived to fight Ezio. Ezio heard arrows flying by and could hear the crowd riled up as if a commission was happening. He stood of the chair as the men cheered loudly, almost defining out the the commission as he went ahead to meet their solider but he did not wait. Ezio looked up and saw the warrior in the Oaken armor and was pleased that he would be able to fight the warrior again and settle the score, plus a bonus of repaying him for the scar. Ezio began to run at full speed toward his opponent he looked past him to see a barbarian scum daring to run onto the field in armor, he was furious that they would are disgrace this sacred act. As he charged faster and faster toward the man with his skill he jumped up and punched the warrior with his shield knocking him to the ground and at that point the second warrior had reached them. Ezio's skill was evident as he quickly tripped the second warrior in plate armor and pointed his shield toward the Oaken armored combatant, his shield to surprise of many had a small crossbow built into it and his sword was pointed an inch away from the plated warriors neck, now Ezio could see it was a woman who ran out. "You a barbarian girl, would dare disgrace this field and disrespect me and more importantly my Prince? I should kill you where you stand."Ezio had every intention of killing the barbarian girl unaware it was her in the Oaken armor and not this chicken who was now crying and begging for his life. His eyes burning with passion and anger he was about the stab her right threw the throat until.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 10:35 pm
Ahkiliz Think of the predictions as a guideline not actually happening. or with in reason you can guess her moves too. Jaclyn Windrite
Should kill you where you stand, these were his words to her. Surly he meant lay since he had tripped her and thanks to the pony's twisting got in her way of a recovery thus resulting in her landing on her face in the dirt. Well, she did it to herself having expected more brains from him than that or maybe he was just so focused on one task at a time he couldn't put a puzzle like this together on short notice...whatever, she thought as she let her instincts protect her from his downward thrust. In order for him to get the right amount of force to decapitate her in one swing he would have to draw back a bit for momentum, that was her chance! Bracing on her hands, she kicked up and hit his elbow with the toe of her boot! The sudden force would push his arm up and out of reflex he would swing his arm out winning her the opportunity to scramble out from under him. She could have attacked but she hadn't drawn her weapon yet and had placed priority on getting her correcting the mistake she had made in switching places that boy. Originally she'd been sure her father would have sent her off the field, oaken armor or no, thus making it a good idea but for this fiasco, not so much. "What are you waiting for? Go," she shouted at the decoy who promptly and gratefully retreated as she saw to the next issue. Her short sword slid easily out of the scabbard at her hip from all the tender loving care she had put into cleaning and oiling it. She addressed him, confidence and laughter behind her rich brown eyes, "I'll admit I made a bit of a boo-boo switching places with the stable boy but what else was I to do? That armor felt like I was wearing a tree. Now..."
All the humor fading way, Jaclyn charged him with both hands on the hilt like she had intended to slash him out right. All the while it was ruse to provoke him into using his shield to bash her back as an experience warrior would when faced with such haphazard attacks. Her real one came when she pushed herself back on the last step and dodged his shield by hairs. Her sword came up after the shield went by, a single handed upward slash she intended for him to meet with his own blade. Sparks from steel on steel colliding fell into her thick home cut auburn hair, her free hand lashing out to hold his shield arm away from him, and just like that she had gotten inside his guard. She brought her plated knee up into his gut, arched her spine back and whipped it forward to crash down for a powerful head butt! The buckle of her circlet took the brunt of the shock, a superficial trickle of blood running down from under it but her blow had left a nasty dent in his pretty helmet that would make it difficult for him to take off later.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:15 pm
Ezio was pushed back with her nasty headbutt as he felt the dent in his helmet.He spite some blood out of his mouth to get rid of it, and looked up at her smiling. So the real Oaken Armor Warrior, presents himself or in this case herself. Ezio knew from the start that the decoy was not the real warrior, as he quivered the whole way up, he was not a fighter nor did he have the look of one.But she was the opposite the phrase looks can be deceiving came to his mind, she was built strong and sturdy. She was not like other women nor solider, no needle point for this one was ever intended. "I must say I am quite surprised to find out that the warrior who gave me this is a woman, especially not such a beautiful one like yourself. It will be a shame that I have to mess up the face of yous." Now was the time for his counter attack, and he knew he had to be careful for she was a smart one, as he already learned from the battle at the bridge. Taking a deep breath Ezio charged forward toward his nemesis when he reached a short distance to her he threw his shield toward her letting it come off his arm and intended to thrust his sword at her abdomen and she of course like many using her sword to bash it out the way, but being as clever as she was she saw threw it and blocked the sword. However Ezio predicted she would as he put forth his real plan and using his leg kicked out her legs, forcing her to leg go of the block and Ezio is quick succession cut her upper left arm and a serious but not fatal cut on her back right thigh, before hitting her behind the head with a spinning back elbow. "Come now stand my dear lady, is that all you can muster?" He says seriously as he takes his battles seriously no matter who the opponent. "If only you were born in the city" Ezio proceeds to throw a kick at the grounded woman, but she is crafty and stops the kick with her sword and bash's Ezio in the gut with the hilt. In retaliation and anger Ezio grabs her by her proud auburn hair and drives it into his knee hard, forcing more blood to rear itself from her and cutting her lip. He bash's her head two more times with the last one instead of a bash he yanks her hair back forcing her body to follow as he slams her to the ground. Not to be tricked by her again after she hit's the floor Ezio moves away from her and pick's his shield back up and prepares for her counter, as he does not want to end the fight so soon. He wish's to she what the maiden is made of.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:41 am
Jaclyn Windrite
Charmer, She thought when he called her beautiful following up with the promise of a good time. She steadied her stance when he charged, catching the shield when he threw it at her-believing he meant it as a distraction for the blade lunge aimed at her exposed belly. She used the captured shield to block the blade, it skidding off the smoothly refined metal, her own blade brought aloft for an overhead single handed swing at his neck that never finished because he had tricks of his own. Stout as her stance was, her knee buckled from his well placed kick. His skill level fluidly bringing the blocked blade over, skimming her arm, and bouncing off the opposing thigh before he spun to end his counter with an elbow to the underside of her head.
"Uff," the blackness swarmed in on her vision as she went down to her hands and knees, still holding her sword but tossing the shield aside. No, dammit things were just getting fun! She let herself closer to the ground, taking big breathes of the earthy smell to awaken her senses. It was far to close, his voice coming to her from seemingly far away. That foot coming at her was near enough though and at the correct moment she pushed off her hands and rammed the pommel of the sword into his gut, the same spot she had bruised earlier. If she kept hitting it, the body shot would harden into a tight knotted goose egg and it would be agonizing for him to move then way he would need to once she started to fight for keeps.
Thoughts ceased though as sensation and adrenaline took in his fingers racing on her scalp, taking a hand full of her untamed mass, and slamming his knee cap into her mouth. Her lip split but she got to keep her teeth, however instinct had brought her hands up to defend blindly seeking that which had been the cause of harm. The rapid follow up of two more strikes bloodied her nose to a gush, not quite breaking it, though he didn't get away in one piece either. Her hands had found him and when they did, so did her finger nails stressed into talons as she scratched deep enough on the inside of his thigh mid height to have skin hanging from them-her armored hand beat on a bulging muscle trying to traumatize the tissues into cramping. He danced away from her as she fell to one hand, getting one foot back under her and her sword propping her up. She grinned to herself, whipping blood from her nose with the hand that still had strips of his skin under her nails. He was so wound up over one scar and now he'd have five to remember her by-one on the face and four on his leg. Not that she wouldn't be craving him later, he was the first that didn't treat her like she was made of porcelain-actually respecting the steel in her soul. Snorting up but the blood in her nose, she blew hard on each nostril one at a time to clear it in an ugly display that splattered the red stuff in the dirt around her feet. Okay, no more miss nice girl...
From a scabbard in her boot she drew a long dagger half the length of her short sword with a thicker blade. Now while he was dodging one blade he'd have to worry about where she planed to plant the other with her dual wield technique. She charged from the one foot already under her, her sword bouncing off his shield, the dagger holding his sword at bay, and a flick of her wrist twirling the short sword over in the opposite direction so that she could bring a over head slash down on his arm meaning to chop it off.
Meanwhile, Brom had seen all he needed to see-his little girl biting off more than she could chew and it choking her. The dual was over the minute he hit her, "Sound the hourn for the first wave!
"But sir-," one of his general, one that knew Jaclyn wasn't in over her head just yet, had tried to talk sense into him but he was chief and not having it.
He turned in his saddle, "Do it! And send a squad to retrieve her-this has gone on far too long already!" He had to imagine that with the traditional protocol broken, Prince Rodrigo would want to go ahead and toss the dual to the wind as well. His intentions would be made clear to the foreign royal by the horn sounding off and the division of infantry soldiers marching out to start the real thing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 8:51 am
Ahkiliz Ezio felt the agonizing pain as she torn into his flesh at the thigh angering him further, then now this warrior had given him more scars to remember her by. He could see the look in Jaclyn eye's as she charged him with now not only one but two blades. Knowing how clever and good she was he would have to be extremely careful to make sure he didn't expose a gap she could exploit or it might be over. Ezio blocked her first word with his shield which was now out of play, and now his sword was taken out of play with the stopping for the dagger, however Ezio did not see what was coming next. He didn't expect her to twirl her wrist and saw as the blade was coming down hard over his arm. Needless Ezio did not panic because of his calm attitude he quickly formed a counter. As the blade was coming down Ezio quickly kicked his foot of the ground and all the way into the on the way up his shin guard blocked the blade's strike but left a nasty dent on the guard, it was evident Jaclyn was very strong and if the strike had succeed his arm would be gone. But Ezio's foot did no stop there as he kept it going forward all the way into kicking her jaw, lifting her face straight up, more blood leaving her mouth as a result but not strong enough to break anything. but strong enough to knock Jaclyn out for a few hours. However Jaclyn's prediction was correct as when his boot connected with her the knot and injury in his abdomen tightened and sent out an excruciating pain, so painful that after she was knocked out Ezio fell to the ground with her writhing in pain. As he laid on the ground next to Jaclyn he looked her at her face and admired her determination some and had hi respect for the challenge she posed, thinking to himself "She was a worthy opponent, and with five scars from her, I'll always remember her." As he finished thinking he heard the Chief scream for an attack, Ezio looked over at the barbarians and heard their horn call and charge and knew he needed to get back to his side. His pain however was very excruciating and made it very difficult to move. Crawling on his hands and knee's he barely passed half of Jaclyn's body with the pain, when he her hand grab his foot and as he turned around to see who it was, using the hilt from his own sword she knocked him out. She tricked him again playing knocked out to get him, however neither he nor she knew that she was at her limit to. At the moment after Jaclyn herself finally succumbed and passed out on top of Ezio. Both now out cold, but worst for Ezio he was by the enemies territory and his own troops could not reach him anymore.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 10:03 am
Jaclyn Windrite
Truth be told, Ezio really had knocked her out with the kick to the face. It had been the sheer force of her will power that had woken her at the right moment, her hands moving on their own when she took him by the sandal straps and rammed the pommel of the first blade she found into his temple. She would call it the warm euphoria of victory that washed over her when she passed out on top of him later, but in the moment when the base animal inside was prominent in its honesty that fuzzy feeling had more to do with her nearness to him than it did with her conquering him.
The battle beginning around them, the squad tasked with collecting her was finding that it wasn't easy even when she was asleep. "What's taking so long? They'll be on us any moment," shouted the one watching for the enemy line coming to clash at last.
"She won't let him go! I can't pry her hand off his collar," one from the team of three hoisting her shouted back.
Another solved the problem, "Their coming, just drag him with us! Take him prisoner!"
Both bodies were taken behind Barbarian lines as the battle ran it's course. It took a group of ten healer women and 3 hours to separate them and only then because they had given up on getting her hand off him and gone about removing his chestplate-that to which she was clinging. They had been ordered by Brom not to treat him, instead having him tied to a hitching post. Enemy knight or not, the healer women only saw wounds and the dark purple color around the swollen knot in his abdominal region made them hiss with sympathy. Jaclyn had enough wounds for them to be occupied with and as the day progressed more and more soldiers would pour end with worse wounds and greater needs. The battle was over now and when he awoke, Ezio would find that he wasn't the only prisoner taken and because the person tied to a post next to him was Prince Rodrigo, it was safe to assume the barbarian's had won this round.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 10:53 am
Ezio would awake in sever pain as his would not nearing healing anytime soon, and the minus absence of healing even longer. The blood from Jaclyn's scratch still fresh and some blood still coming out as he tried to move only to look up and see that he was in enemy territory and lashed to this makeshift post. As he tried to move Ezio noticed a sharp pain in his upper right chest, looking beneath his armor he could see stab wound from a sword, wondering when he could have got that. At that moment he remembered back to the fight when Jaclyn dodged his shield by a hair unaware to hear or him because of the adrenaline she must have actually connected with the sword then the headbutt. He couldn't believe that a woman of all managed to do do all this to him, when countless others have tried and failed poorly, she had a warriors spirit locked away in a woman's body. He smirked and smiled a bit as knew that no one knew but him as his black armor covered the entrance of the wound very well, nearly impossible to see. He was glad because now at least he need not worry about them trying to get any information out of him as he would die soon, since they weren't treating him. Being a knight enchanter he could heal himself, but did not want to give the satisfaction to the enemy. He felt a blanket of happiness fall over him until he looked to his right to see Prince Rodrigo ties next to him as his eye's opened and could't believe his friend was captured as well. "Damn it it seems without me he army couldn't manage the attack."He said under his breath, then noticing circling in the sky a black crow which was the signal for the kingdoms elite assassin's which were tasked with the retrieval of the prince should anything happen. Looking around he did not see Jaclyn so it was the perfect time to strike, and to aid the squad he called a guard over nearest them "Hey! You scum your obviously not important enough to battle. Ha you must be worthless." He angered the guard which rushed to shut him up, but as he planned Ezio kicked the feet from under the guard his head landing by his feet as he snapped his neck and the squad rushed in from behind freeing the prince and trying to get Ezio. "NO! Go get out of here, there is no time to save me, leave me here. Save the prince he is all that matters."Being a knight enchanter they obeyed his orders and left him just in time. As the squad left the barbarians arrived but it was too late the prince was gone, Ezio was dying and only he knew it and all he did was laugh. "Where is your Chieftain now huh? You will never survive this world, you are all going to disappear from this world. You have only one good fighter among your ranks, and she almost died today at my hands, it would have been a shame to have killed something so beautiful, but it was necessary. She would have died and you hoard of beast masters would have lost if your Chieftain did act so cowardly and stop the duel."
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 1:15 pm
Ahkiliz ...I think I had too much fun with this one Jaclyn Windrite
Inside the healer's hut, Brom sat at the foot of Jaclyn's pallet waiting for her to wake up. He wasn't mad that she had pretty much ruined how this was supposed to go down by planning to trick him so that she could fight-no very much the opposite. He was over the moon with happiness that she had gotten away alive. He perked up when she stirred in the pallet, "How are you feeling?"
Jaclyn's face scrunched as she sat up, feeling the stiff swelling in her jaw where he'd kicked her. Her eye on that side wouldn't open all the way and she bet she had a nice shiner going. The far side of her lower lip had bubbled where he split it, the salve around her nose was a translucent yellow and greasy. It hurt to smile but he could still hear the joy on her voice, "He did say he was going to wreck my face. Who knew such a big guy would fight like a girl-he even pulled my hair."
She was referring to the minor cat fights she'd witnessed among the ladies of their Great Hall Villages. For some reason attacking the parts of each other than made them attractive to men were always the first targets. She recalled one fight where one of them had gotten stabbed in the same breast three times-the other wasn't aiming for her heart she just wanted to disfigure her victim. Brom had a better observation of the fight for them ponder, shaking his head at how casual she was making this, "And you didn't go for his family jewels right at the start."
Laughing gave her misery but she couldn't help it. The thought of attacking his gender hadn't even crossed her mind in the fight. She probably could have won on the first pass if she had! The commotion outside had interrupted their visiting-sounds of scuffling and shouts, Brom frowned understanding their temporary encampment was under attack. He put priority in the wrong place again, stopping her from getting out of bed rather than rushing outside to deal with the important issue, "You need rest. Stay put-and this time listen please?"
Slouching on the pallet as she watched him leave. She bid a farewell to all hope that he would treat her like a warrior by making a rude noise with her cheek. However now she was faced with the option of being a good daughter and listening, or being a better one and not giving a damn. "Sorry daddy," she whispered to herself as she hoisted her heavy weary body off the pallet and peeking outside.
The healers had replaced her armor with a simple white shift with long sleeves that came down passed her knees, part of the wide collar draping off her shoulder a short ways. Dresses weren't her thing but she was more aware of not having anything on her feet. It was the last days of winter going into spring and ground was still moist with melted snows. She liked it but the healers didn't, the mud would only give them reason to scrub off her calluses again. Sticking her head out the cloth flap of the tent and craned stood on her toes to find the right angle to see through her good eye. It was her new frienemy! So he'd been taken captive after the dual, she couldn't remember which of them got the final lick in or who won but considering she was home and on the mend it must have been her victory. Though to hear his insults on her people, he must have thought he won...surly she hadn't hit him that hard? He was truly and rightly screwed right now, unless he was aiming to get himself killed.
Why did that idea bother her? Oh well, she'd deal with that one later, right now she had to shut him up. Dashing out as she was, she had arrived just in time to put herself between Ezio and Brom's raised blade. "I told you to rest!"
She didn't think before she barked at him, letting her intuition pick her words for her, "And let you execute MY slave, NEVER!"
As expected, everyone was confused. Brom dropped his sword like it was suddenly the heaviest thing he'd every lifted, "...What?"
Jaclyn's blushing and fidgeting made it painfully obvious she didn't know what she was talking about either but she'd started it so now she had to make sense out of it. "Ah...I-I defeated him...one the field of war and claimed him as mine when he went down!" She was just making stuff up now and Ezio would only stay quiet, it would stay between the two of them that her "claim" was horse s**t. If he tried to speak up she'd mule kick him in the chest. "I beat him, his life is forfeit to me so...slave," She scanned the skeptical faces in front of her, all wanting to put a blade in Ezio but not wanting to go through Jaclyn to do it. They weren't buying it but they weren't going to question it either.
Brom was the last one she had to convince, "Oh, come on, their Knight Enchanter is supposed to be a body guard for their royal heirs right? If we break him, he could be my bodyguard so that would work for you. I can't take care of myself..." She lied badly to butter him up, laughter in her voice because it was bold faced lie but still trying to make it seem like she was laughing because the "truth" of it was so obvious. "Look at me, I took a...lot of damage! um, and duh I'm not going to listen ever so might as well have a guardian shadowing me so I can do as I please and you don't have to worry about my getting hurt so much."
Her face reflected none of the confidence her words suggested, in fact her eyes were pretty much begging Brom "Please just go with it so I can shut up."
Brom wiped a hand over his face to think before pointing at her, knowing he'd lost the argument and this compromise was the best he could do against her, "Your pet, your problem. The healer's don't touch him. You're to take care of him by yourself."
Visibly relieved, she hugged him, "Thank you daddy!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 2:23 pm
M1DN1GHT_V10L3T No, it's fine I like your rp skill. I hope I am keeping your attention and standards Ezio grunted a few more times every time Jaclyn kicked him in the chest to shut him up, every time he tried to speak against her. Of course he could do nothing being tied to the post, he just kept on smirking and quietly laughing listening to her reasons, until he heard the word slave. At this moment his eye's widened and did not want to be her slave, that was the last thing he could want. He looked up and watched and listened carefully as all the bullshit came out of her mouth, and was praying the whole time that her father would not agree. When the moment came and it was agreed he would become her slave he couldn't believe it. All you could hear from Ezio was the continued struggling to get freed from the post as he wanted to kill them both where they stood. "Haha, you actually think I'm going to be your slave, Id rather die soon" Knowing all to well that he would soon die just another few hours, if he could get away with it. Ezio was raised to be a defender and knight enchanter not some girls plaything. As two guards came and untied Ezio from the post but tied his hands and as they dragged him back to Jaclyn's tent all he could do was kick and try to get free. At one point he even managed too, but rand right into Jaclyn's fist to the chest as they continued to drag him into the tent and left him there. As he was dropped to the ground he hit his head on the ground and got dirt all over his face as he looked over to see a pair of feet standing over him, who else but Jaclyn of course. He tried to get up but she placed her foot on his chest pressing down to keep him down, as he tried to hid the pain from both the wounds that would soon kill him. "You best let me go because there is no way I am being your whatever.Then looking at her in all seriousness, he said to her "You were a worthy opponent, I never met another warrior like you. I can see that you will lead your tribe far over fields of skulls and blood. Unfortunately I shall not be around to see it, thank you for an astonishing last match. He said weakly before passing out, not dead yet but no being on the verge he smiled as his head turned to the side and some blood started trickling out his mouth and shoulder from the chest wound. He laid there happy welcoming death, but a bit disappointed that it was a woman who would be his end. His black light armor that he received from his mother was going to be lost forever.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 3:28 pm
Ahkiliz Didn't realize you had edited it, hope this is still on track Jaclyn Windrite
Jaclyn could only look down on him and shake her head. "Wow...I thought I was a Drama Queen."
She moved the foot on his chest to knock his face back and forth, checking that he was really as unconscious as he seemed. Good, he was, that meant her patient was going to be cooperative and sit still. Making the wounds was her forte, fixing them was another story. First thing though, she had to get him out of the armor to figure out exactly where all she got him. Apparently marksman ship wasn't high on her list of skills either. Alright obvious and easy bit first-shin guards, sandals, bracers. She tossed them aside for now intending to polish and rack it up later. The metal was still good and the designs were really pretty-too pretty for her taste. She liked her plates to be more functional. As she removed his chest plate and tunic, wondering if the tunic was part of the suite or just a garment since it as the same color she found his big wound and why he had given that cute speach before passing out. "Utoh. Uhh...sword," she talked to herself to keep from panicing. The wound should have been stitched up a long time ago and now it was too late, she'd have to go to drastic measures! She found one of the many swords she collected and unsheathed it, "Fire..."
She stuck the tip in the embers of her fire place and stoked it until the blade had heated to a red glow. "Okay, and now we line it up," careful to avoid touching the heated blade herself, she lined it up with the length of the gash, pinned him down with a knee across his hip, and pressed the red tip down onto the wound instantly cauterizing it! The pain of the heat would likely wake him from his coma, thus why she pinned him. However much of ditz she was in social situations, she wasn't dumb enough to leave the heated blade in his reach. Once the heat did it's job to close the wound she held it out and away from him. "Shh...if you just bare with it I know I've got something to dull the pain in here somewhere. It's a salve so it'll keep infections out too."
Jaclyn got off him and put the sword, not glowing hot anymore, against a short wall that lined her tent before rummaging through her things. When she said "somewhere" she meant "i don't know exactly where it is just in the tent." A new fresh burn wound on top of a stab wound and she had to take her sweet time in finding her stash of opium salve. "Got it," She cheered returning to him with a big helping already scooped out on four fingers. "If you can sit still for a minute, I'll put the salve on and explain why I told them that. It's gotta smart something terrible so just stop being a big baby for a second and hear me out," She wasn't playing she would let him writhe in pain, denying him both comfort and death if he didn't hush. "As interest, I'll let it slip that I have no intentions of actually keeping you. You're free to go as soon as you're back up to full strength. Two weeks or so for the knot in your belly to clear up but in the mean time we would have needed an excuse to keep my people from killing you. Just pretend for two weeks and you can go home. I'd cross my heart by I have my hands full and your people believe I don't have one so...what good would that do?"
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