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Dread Knight Mordin
Caster

"You shall yield..." Mordin murmured under his breath, the archers and mages atop the wall still regrouping themselves as the infantry behind the iron gates began to relocate themselves towards the gap within the massive structure. Standing before the onslaught of undead, the caster reared back, lifting an arm into the air before slamming it into the earth.

"You shall yield!" He roared, as tree roots erupted from the open field, spawning from the Dread as they rose to pierce nearly half the battle field before him. Taking hold of the situation as countless undead became suspended by the unnatural wooden growths, Mordin Detached himself from the earth bound technique. His will unwavering before the opportunity of his demise, the caster spewed forth a burst of flames, each flicker forging a bird of prey to soar through the air, striking precisely at those he desired. Many such birds focused upon the marked beings which they had learned the hard way to have carried within themselves quite the destructive force, ensuring that their explosives could be used against them. Another, a hawk of flames which fluttered through the air as it pierced through the onslaught, aimed itself towards the singular figure who appeared in charge...a woman atop the her charging steed.

Dread Knight Mordin
Caster

[[OOC: Sorry for the slow reactions and poor quality, I'm suffering from sever writer's block and playing related games and watching videos isn't helping this time]]

"How basic." Mordin announced as the two jagged arrows ricochet from his aura, unable to carry the proper weight to break through. "You should know if this is your army, that among the masters of dengen there are those who's power spits on such futile blows as easily as one might breath." The Dread cackled, his forearm extending into a blade in on his right, and protruding to become a thick shield upon his left.

Both limbs were constructed of wooden roots, much like those that had erupted from the earth moments ago, creating deadly spires that littered the battlefield with corpses now twice greeting death. Unlike the former however, the concentrated forging of the two combative tools were far more dense, more akin to iron and steal than splintery planks.

"Two enchanted warriors, two great strengths, two who collide like titans upon the fields of battle...too bad neither are on your side." Mordin taunted, turning his sentence about to make jest at the mysterious opponent.

((sorry for the intrusion but it seems this guild needs to be alive again))





☂ Iolus finally made it to Dokuro City, or was it a castle? Either way, upon approaching the land, with his long leather trench coat in his right hand, slunk over his right shoulder, dangling from behind, the young elf noticed a rather interesting but odd sight. The land was being plagued by these, undead creatures? And in the midst of all this chaos, a fierce knight in armor fighting a rather...dark clothed woman. A woman nonetheless! It is of man code to protect them and make love to them, not fight them! What threat did she pose as! Mind you, this elf only just arrived to see the land being invaded by these deadly creatures not know who had spawned them and seeing a rather over powering knight fighting such a dazzling female.


☂ It was in this train of thought, an undead solder was approaching Iolus, just wafting in its stench broke the elf's train of thought, and quickly stepped to the side, turning to face it stumbling forth, then booted it's back to further push it along. "God, that smell!" Iolus protest, covering his nose to avoid the stench any longer, but to no avail, it was still there. He turned back to the sight of war, his original attempt was to smuggle in some goodies to the tyrant king, hoping to make a name for himself, that or go to a brothel and treat himself for going about such a long and tiresome journey. Sadly, it seems he will be saving a damsel in distress. Or so what he thinks is a damsel in distress.






☂ Throwing his coat to some undead to block their sight, Iolus leaped over them and continued his steady run. While running towards the witchy looking woman, the elf would duck a few blows from the undead or simply dodging them. He wished to avoid getting bitten, for who knows what would happen if he did. As he approached closer to the two fighting one another, the undead army thickened. In this action, Iolus drew his silver cutlass and began slicing his way through. As he finally reached the woman, with his right arm stretched out towards her, he wrapped his arm around her waist, spun out of the attackers line and pointed his cutlass at the knight. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to strike a beautiful woman? For you to be so brutish, your mother must of been a ghastly woman." Iolus mocked the knight.


☂ The elf smirked down towards the woman trying to peek at her face, and when he was able, by god was she truly a sight to see. Her eyes glistening, her skin fair, and more than likely soft. Why would this knight try to ruin that for her, huh? However, Iolus was better enough to not engage this knight, for he isn't, well, prepared to fight someone of kightly hood. So, sheathing his cutlass, Iolus slid his hands under the woman, and picked her up bride- style and bolted it. For all he knew this could be some misunderstanding, then again maybe not. Either way, he wished to bring this woman out of harms way, then figure out whats going on.

☂ Once there was a clearing on a hilltop, away from those undead...things! Iolus, turned and looked back to the scene in all seriousness. How many innocent lives were taken...how many more will be if the army wins? Is the king that selfish to lock himself in his castle and not do anything about it but, send that one knight? And, further more, why was he attacking her? I mean, it is likely that this beautiful of a woman is the cause....and for some reason he was willing to take that chance.



☂ Gently, Iolus set her down to allow her to stand back on her own to feet. He smiled in her direction but motioned his gaze back to the city. "There goes my plan....." He muttered. Raising his left hand to the back of his head, the elf let out a sigh before looking back to the woman, who had earlier asked who he was. Smiling at this chance, he lowered his hand back down and placed it gently under her chin. "My fair lady...I am Iolus Sand, the worlds greats smuggler.." He replied with that grin of his.






☂ The elf almost mentioned back stabber, lady's man, and a lot of unpleasantness that would mostly get a girl to be cautious and walk away, but for now that smugglers bad guy feel should do the trick, at least he thinks so any way. He then walked past her to view the deathly scene back at the city with some concern. "Mind I ask what happened?" He thought to boldly ask before facing her with his more stern expression.


☂ "And of all beautiful things, why was someone like yourself in the midst of all of it?" He thought to add on. He had a feeling that his first thought of it being her, might be right, but his mind isn't in the right place, he is more thinking, well since king is useless, and people be dead, best to kiss a**, and continue with the business, maybe get something more if his cads played right.

☂ Iolus scratched the side of his head, maybe he was sending off to strong of signals that maybe scared her? However he can tell when he was being played, after all your dealing with the biggest player of them all. "Eh, no, please don't cry." Sadly, when a woman cries it throws him off a bit. the only thing a woman should be doing is crying out of pleasure through the tricks he learned throughout his travels, different ways to make a girl really enjoy herself.



☂ He walked back over to her and started to wiping away her tears before placing his hands back on her shoulders. In the moment of trying to comfort her, he made a quick examination of her full attire. How the dress was already dark made it a bit difficult to see the blood stains. But lucky for him, he's an elf, keen eye sight is his thing. The blood was rather fresh, in fact it looked regulated as if from a freshly killed LIVING corpse. Where as the blood from an undead would be thicker, not like a clot or anything but, from an undead with out it regulating or having any of the cells that a living person would, the blood would thicken before drying out completely through decomposing...Still...Her story could be true, but it seems a little far fetched.






☂ Iolus smiled down at her and thought to pull her closer. "How would you like to run away with me?" He thought to get this woman far from town. With out a leader, the undead would mindlessly wander about continuing to do so, maybe even give the city a winning chance. That's assuming his theory is correct. For all he knows she might have the ability to prove him wrong. But he is willing to take that chance.


☂ "I know your thinking I'm a bit...off, or the fact you don't know me well. But, believe me when I say that, coming with me might be better than dealing with whatever is going on down there." He added on. Hopefully something can be made of this, perhaps learn new tricks with this mysterious woman....Just what is her gain in over-throwing this city?.....And why?

☂ Under his coated expression, he was smirking on the inside. Bingo....He caught her. Now then, how to go along with this facade? She is proving to be quite the challenging player, BUT! he is willing to go that extra mile to see if he can spill it out of her, then again, he could put all cards down and just go with it.....he might just do that actually.



☂ When she asked him where they would go, oh honey did he have the gutter mind of places he would like to take her. Clearing his throat and dismissing the thought he looked back to the city with his smile. "Well, your army sure does look menacing, and it's a shame that the city is going down under because of this invasion...." He trailed off and grinned back at her. "It did set me back on my plans on making it big as well as cheating the king out of his money but hey, maybe you and I can find something somewhere else that might be just as fun..." Iolus finished as he looked back to the city. Most of his goods are back with all that smell, and his senses wont be able to handle it.






☂ Shrugging it off though, he decided to enter the woods, knowing that a town wasn't to far from here. "I wont force you to follow me, but I strongly suggest that you should, I'm sure that city is through with any how, and it wont be long before the troll army follows after, and feast upon the corpses or any stragglers that might have survived." In this case, he had first hand seen that troll army invade the kingdom before, they were feasting on live victims!


☂ Slaughtering anything and anyone who tried running away or appose them. Zanza was the leader if he recalled. The whole incident became the popular gossip in all ports. That Troll has something WAY fierce than a few dead bodies.....She hates anything living and that resembles a human or is allied with one. Just thinking about trolls made his skin crawl, as he continued on forth.

☂ Looking back to the city, he noticed that no matter how much men this king had, they were no match for the undead. Unlike living creatures, this little buggers just keep coming back up until they get their bite out of you.



☂ A shiver went up and down his spine as he thought of how that would look like, flesh being tared off by rotting teeth of the undead. Iolus shook his head, slowly making his glance back towards the young female. He knew the game she was playing, just not sure her goal or angle. Perhaps to start a war, maybe to make herself known? Certain points about her was hard to read, but he knew he was being play....but to what game?






☂ "That town is done for anyway, no one can be saved...The undead are brutal.." Iolus trailed off as he turned his head toward the forest. "Nah, those goods were nothing but furs, I'm sure along our path we'll encounter more animals...beside I need to restock on supplies anyhow...."


☂ Letting out a playful sigh, he smiled back to the woman and lent out his hand. "Shall we continue?" He asked after winking towards her.



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