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 Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:34 am
 Skrimir, after waiting and resting his energy, transformed again. Laguz healed quickly, and his wounds had been light. And this time, the Lion Prince was angry.
He'd settle this.
He turned on his haunches and bolted after Songhua. Now was the hour to make up for lost time.(short but ugh whatever shits gonna get real)
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:46 pm
The Truth Unveiled With grim determination, the small force of Learanians set out after Songhua in hopes that they could reach the village in time to prevent a third massacre. No time could be spared for those who could not keep up-- every second could mean another life lost to the mysterious assassins... A cruel smile spread on Siegell's face as flames roared, spreading across the ger behind him. He held his glaive at his side, the pointed tip hovering above the crimson dirt, rapidly staining deeper and deeper red as blood flowed from his twitching victim's throat. "It's the simple things in life that really make it worth getting up in the morning, eh?" he said as he passed Baldric. This village was rather more resilient than the rest, and though Elise was singing her heart out as Shastah flew in erratic circles overhead, many were already shaking themselves out of their trances. The Wyvern Lord smiled more widely as several men ran toward him, unsheathing their heavy, curved blades and holding them high. Siegell had this time foregone his long white cape-- they could be rather inconvenient in combat on the ground, and it was much too hot for it anyway. He leaned forward, held his arms out for balance, his glaive handle swung up over his back, and dashed toward his attackers head on! They were fast, but he was blinding. He swung his arm out, releasing and regripping his glaive, then braced his foot to skid to a stop as he swung it out and upward, slicing through the first man's neck, then reached up and took it with his other hand as he brought it down, opening his second opponent's chest and stomach. The third tried alter his course, to move out of the deadly weapon's range, but it was too late-- without stopping, Siegell wrenched the blade from its lodging place in the nomad's gut, spun on his heel, and brought the polearm through a beautiful arc right into the poor man's thigh as he attempted to dodge. The razor-sharp blade cut straight through into bone. The nomad's talwar dropped to the ground as he howled in pain, clutching at his thigh, but Siegell wasn't done. With a roaring laugh, he brought the blade around in another two-handed swing, chopping straight through both wrists, once more into his thigh. The man's screams echoed throughout the camp as Siegell brought his blade down again and again, never aiming to kill. "They're not coming to help you," he whispered, leaning forward as he pressed the blade against the sobbing man's shoulder, then twisted it to wrench the join out of its socket. "They know I'll kill them if they come. No one cares to risk their lives for you..." The man shivered and shook, staring up into Siegell's cruel golden eye through his cracked porcelain mask, and then his own eyes rolled up into his head, and he ceased moving completely. Siegell pulled his glaive out of the corpse and took a long, deep breath. "Today's been a good day," he sighed, resting the blade of his weapon on the ground. Then he spun around with a laugh and plunged it through the nomad attempting to sneak up on him. And twist!
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 4:40 pm
Songhua appeared over a hill that looked down at where the tribe had set up camp. Several of his tribesmen shortly appeared up beside him, along with those who came alonng from the Learanian group. The chieftain shook his head on horror at what he was seeing. The invaders were already there! He could see his people fighting back with all they had, but they needed help; help that they were about to get.
The scimitar at the chieftains side was pulled out. "We Adlians are a proud people... this madness must be stopped!! It ends here, today, my friends! My tribe shall not face its destruction!" The sword was raised into the air. "Charge now, my brethren, my comrades! For the freedom on all nomadic peoples! Charge!" Songhua kicked the side of his horse and charged down the hill, toward his tribe's encampment, followed shortly by the others of his tribe.
Any who came along with them would recognize this as time to enter and attack.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 5:19 pm
Hey hey now. What was this? First thing he was doing was taking a nap..a nice..peaceful nap in the middle of the field and all of a sudden this comes into place? Unbelievable. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and whistled. Calling his horse over to him before he grabbed the reigns and climbed on. Honestly, really. This was ju-Ok what? That...what? WHAT?? Ok, the poor boy knew he was just waking up but...what????? He blinked a couple times, opened his mouth to say something..then closed it once more. "....Oh.....kay...?" Ah think later. The village needed his help! There was no way he was going to abandon them in time of need! A loud 'ha!' was given and Celtic took off back toward the the village. Ah ah! What's this? Your gonna attack little girls? That's not very nice now is it?? The paladin flicked his wrist on his reigns. "Viktor!" A nomad shouted, just a little to his left before tossing him an iron bow and a quiver filled with arrows. The man stared at it, then shook his head. "What are you giving me this for?? I don't know how to use it that well!!" shouting to the nomad. No time to stop anyhow, Viktor pulled an arrow and attempted to aim at the Wyvern Lord that was histerically laughing. He was about to release the arrow until a red lion suddenly came jumping at him, attempting to bite off the poor guy's head. Viktor leaned forward enough for the claw to rip out a few strands of his orange. "Whoa whoa! Hey! I know I'm meat but I'm not food!!" Oh screw the bow, lance was better in this case. Just where in the world was Chief? Knowing him, he'd be here by-and there he was. Oh look, reinforcements. Thank god....wait....but they weren't nomads..they were dressed a little the same as him but...somehow different. Ah what does it matter, help was help and this attack? Yea..Yea...Viktor...not a happy camper. ((OOC: YEA THAT'S RIGHT PEOPLE, ENTER BIG BROTHER ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 5:43 pm
Skrimir saw what lay before him from atop the hill, saw the fire and the steel and the beorc villany with his own eyes. And at that moment, he realized something very important. Home or not, kin or not, mine or not, This was his fight. These slanderous scum were his to fight.
And he would end them.
What horses there were rushed past him as he transformed, but they wouldn't keep the lead for long. Skrimir felt the shock in his forepaws as his bulk hit the chalky hillside, felt the scrubgrass between his claws when he made the first bound. His back stretched, he reached for the ground beneath him--
Then gravity took a hold, and Skrimir tore the distance under him away, hurtling down the hillside like a loose boulder. He caught the horses. He kept pace with them, pulled ahead, even... his muscles tensed, awaiting the first impact.
It came, and there was little resistance. He mowed down a foe beneath him, sprang, extending long, angry claws. Jowls lifted, bared glistening white fangs and if the face had been a more human one, would have been grinning savagely.
This is how it feels for Skrimir to immerse in battle, feeling opposition crumple before him like so much threshed wheat, throwing up arms like chaff to the breeze.
Skrimir continued on, and if small wounds marked him, he did not notice. Until he met his equal on the field, all of it was just the same to him: what he did best, what he was best suited for. Blood be damned.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 2:28 pm
 Baldric sighed at Siegell's remark. The little things in life were good, but senseless murder wasn't exactly his idea of a little thing. The man was insane, really, but as long as he could get into a few good fights, he could stand to be around him and whatever crap that came with him. As the lancer ran off into a crowd of beorc nomads, Baldric just slowly trudged off towards some other gers. He wouldn't get to do anything if he was anywhere near Siegell, either.
As he slowly went around the outside of a ger, Baldric caught sight of a man in blue armor. Both blue clothes and armor were extremely rare for the beorc nomads, Baldric thought, so this had to be someone else! And since he was smart enough to have armor, he was smart enough to defend himself a little better. Well, except for the bow. But chances are, this armored bowman didn't expect to find a lion, so it wasn't a big detriment to his standing as a possible opponent.
Baldric just kinda ran and lunged at the guy. He wasn't expecting much trouble from someone with a bow, even if they seemed a cut above these nomads. However, when the man moved out of the way, the adrenaline began to pump. Most people weren't fast enough to get out of the way, so he was either fast or lucky. Baldric really hoped it was the first one.
As the lion landed back on the ground, he took a moment to survey the surroundings. If this guy was any indication, there might be more people smart enough to wear armor. So, he sniffed at the air once or twice, and focused his hearing for anything he wouldn't have expected. From the sounds of it, there were reinforcements, and by the smell of it, there was another lion. That just did not sit well with him, not at all. Another lion meant that it could be anyone from Caineghis to Giffca, and if it were either of them, he'd likely be severely outmatched.
With a slight lion-y sigh, Baldric prayed to Ashera that whoever that other Lion was, if they were going to make a complete fool out of him, they'd kindly attack Siegell instead. Maybe a good set of claw scars would tone down his crazy. It seemed that, while Baldric was busy thinking and fretting, the armored man had taken the time to grab a lance. Baldric didn't care much for lances, as long as the wielder hid behind its range. Hopefully, this man would impress him enough to change that little opinion...
So, the Lion started off simply rushing towards Viktor. He swerved back and forth slightly, before choosing whichever side Viktor wasn't holding his lance on a few seconds before it would matter. As the lion closed the gap, he lunged towards Viktor's body, expecting the fact that he was attacking the side opposite the lance (yay for lack of described handed-ness :P) to slow down any stabs that could hit him in the face. After all, he couldn't function with a spear sticking in his eye!
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 3:01 pm
I shall now demonstrate the law of Sacae...
all our tribesman banding together against our invaders!~)Sue(~  Songhua, as Sue always remembered him, was understanding of the Learanian situation. He listened, and didn't meet them with harsh words, but with kindness. Their conversation was about to go on longer, and she knew it. She was about to add her own words, when a tribesman was yelling to say that the tribe was under attack! Seeing the despair already in the Chieftain's face, Sue could understand completely what it was like to have one's family in danger and to have a desire to want to save them as much as possible. She needed no thinking over.
Drawing her silver sword, the Nomad Trooper got on her faithful horse, riding alongside the Chieftain fearlessly. "I'll be happy to join you, Songhua!" she said proudly. "Not only for the sake of proving our innocence, but to defend those in need. My arrows and sword will pierce through those responsible for this injustice." As she spoke with conviction, anyone could tell that this female nomad meant business. She would not go back on her word, that was the way of the Kutolah, and also the young woman's oath as a Learanian.
Either they would bring down the menace before them, or the group would fall trying. Those were the only options, and yet, Sue was not afraid of what was ahead. Instead she would take it head on, no matter what the future was holding ahead. All she could do was ride forward with a fellow nomad and help him protect his tribe. He deserved that much... as he was a friend of both Sue and her father.
~)Nomad Trooper(~ You who harm the defenseless will pay at
the ends of >>-arrows-> and 0=|IswordsI>
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:04 pm
A quick rinse had soothed the burning pain nicely enough, but Tibarn's rashes still sizzled when touched. Ear twitching at the sounds of his comrades mobilizing, charging off toward Songhua's camp, he shook his still-dripping hair while buckling his belt, then sat on the table as Lyre hurried in.
Tibarn raised a brow! "I'd been expecting Aruna." Awkward! Then again, being rubbed all over by the babysitter was every guy's fantasy or something. He spread his wings carefully, jumping at her touch, then squirming at the chilly sensation of the balm on his skin, but the pain immediately dropped away as the ointment took effect.
He shifted his right arm, growling. "Thanks, Lyre. Look, we need to catch up with the others. My arm'll be fine until after the fight," he murmured, pushing himself up and tugging his longcoat back on.
Regardless of protest, encouragement, or indifference on Lyre's part, the Hawk King spread his wings and took off the moment he left the ger in which he had been treated.
He made good time-- as Songhua and Skrimir reached the hill overlooking the encampment, an enormous predatory shadow passed over them, and the enormous bird swept down toward the white-scaled wyvern circling above the burning village.
The shock of seeing Elise was so powerful, Tibarn flared his wings to brake in the air and reverted to his laguz form. He very nearly missed a dodge as Shastah dove toward him, talons and jaws reaching for him, and then Tibarn swung himself above a burning ger to catch some lift.
His ears twitched. This song... he didn't recognize it. Something was very wrong-- most of all the white heron in this place. He made several attempts to fly in close and grab her, but Shastah blocked him with a wing each time. Unfortunately, attacking the great beast would endanger her, and... well, to be completely honest, he had no desire at all to strike at the wyvern, even as its claws and teeth came time and again within inches of his face.
In the language of the herons, Tibarn called to her, able to do nothing but dodge and weave around her mount's attacks.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:45 pm
The zombie battle was over...thank the goddess. He lost count of how many former nomads he had to rekill before the Dracozombie was slain by Lord Tibarn and the Fire Dragon. But that was then, and the tired kitty went back with the others to patch up their wounds and rest. Sunil had shifted back to his untransformed state, though the wounds he took were still fairly visible.
"Damn...zombies are a pain to kill, nya." he muttered under his breath as his wounds were treated.
Then came the news that Chieftain Songhua's tribe was under attack. ********. Can't they get more rest time? He grumbled under his breath as he tied his boots on. Did he have some Olivi Grass on him...? Perhaps. He searched his bag. Yeah...there was a little that was still on his person when he crossed over to this world during that one campaign. But that was enough.
"Munch munch." he chewed on said grass.
He then followed the others to the campsite where Songhua's tribe was under attack in his Beast form. There was...a wyvern in the sky, with a Heron (seemed like King Tibarn went to deal with that), a lion (the Prince clearly had dibs on that), some masked dude (definitely not going to fight that guy o_O;; ), and a couple of small fry bandits. Fair enough. He could handle bandits.
The blue kitty charged when he was certain he wasn't going to be the only one fighting them.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:59 pm
I wonder, I wonder...♪ Elise ♪
I wonder why each little bird has a someone... To sing to... Lots of noise. Lots of very loud noise- more than once, Elise wanted to close her ears, but she knew that Mr. Siegell would be very unhappy if she did. Mr. Scaly White Winged Lizard didn't like having to catch her when she started to float down from the sky. Mr. Siegell certainly seemed to panic a lot whenever she started her descent, but since her friends had wings... couldn't she fly like they did? No one let her, that was all. She was content with sitting back and listening to them, and didn't even once think to question their motives.
After all, no one really had the heart to tell the mentally stunted that their wings were atrophied beyond all reason. No one had the heart to tell Elise that she couldn't open her wings, let alone fly- not in her wildest dreams.
So she held on, watching another birdie start swooping at Shastah with such pretty dancing moves- were they trying to entertain her? She nearly stopped to laugh, but her voice did trail off when she'd realized that this big, brown birdie was indeed talking to her.
She hadn't heard that language since... well, since mommy and daddy left her with the big brown and black birdies! She found she still couldn't really understand it- not really, he was speaking much too quickly- but she knew it enough to recognize it when she heard it.
In a half laughing, half singing voice, she called back a very innocent greeting.
And naive Elise, amused Elise... the heron did not realize that her now silent song had removed the only handicap that had held the enemy forces back. To sing to...Sweet things to... A gay little melody?
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:06 pm
Lyre's eyes widened as Aruna shoved supplies at her.
"Wha? Oh, no, that's the one person I can't-" ...
...Aruna was off and gone. She sighed, and dragged her feet along as she went to tend to the wound-prone Hawk King.
"Maybe if you weren't such a damn show off, you wouldn't need to spend all your spare time regrowing feathers..." She mumbled, before ducking into the tent.
She simply shrugged as he addressed him, visibly not too pleased to have to do the job, and simply nodded when he rushed back out to catch up with everyone.
And yep, that meant her too, she supposed... she shifted again, after downing some olivi grass, and ran after the others to join the larger fray.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:03 pm
 Joining another tribe... a no-brainer move, to say the least. On the plains, a man didn't live by himself. He lived and died with his tribe, simple as that. Plus after all he'd been through, the elders... no offense to them, but he wasn't sure how much the ancient ones actually had cared for his plight. Yes, they'd given him shelter, but... they were nearly one thousand years old. To them, death is something that just happens. Perhaps he'd judged them poorly, but... so it goes.
Songhua, in his mind, had been the first (no, second--one of the women had been kind enough to help him bury the dead earlier) to show him kindness.
It didn't matter whether or not he'd made up his mind. What truly mattered was that another tribe was in trouble. It was with this in mind that Cairne and Shade followed Songhua's riders.
At first, he too had been caught up in the stupor, for once again he heard that familiar laugh. It spoke of cruelty, of triumph... of a boot, stomping down on a man's broken face over and over again. Once again, he was facing the same fiend who'd been responsible for the deaths of so many! And today, he would freaking STOP with
THAT
DAMN
LAUGH!
...And then, as if the gods decided that... yeah, laughing men needed some kind of spanking today, that sense-dulling song stopped.
...Master? Master, Shade repeated, the words echoing in Cairne's numbed brain.
"...Uhhh... wha? Did it stop? ...It stopped! Shade, where is the laughing man?"
This time, Cairne reached out into the world of Elder magic, borrowing Shade's eyes to see what he could not. There was a wyvern off in the distance, preoccupied with a hawk... odd, the laughing man had dismounted. Then where was he... ahh, down there. Towards the center. Laughing like a young hunter coming home with his first kill.
"...Shade. Keep him still."
Shade took off towards Siegell. Unlike flesh-and-blood warriors, it didn't matter how many times he was beaten, he'd just come back again, and the Dracolord-turned-Sentinel would have to go quite a ways, through quite a crowd, to reach the Summoner. Once the mutt arrived, clearly having Siegell's attention, he came in for what appeared to be an attack, but jumped away just before he could be struck down. Circle around, come in close, jump away again.
This strategy kept Siegell busy enough that the only warning an attack on him was imminent was the dark purplish magical seal of Nosferatu, a second before it would tear the life force out of him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:36 pm
 Aruna was slow to enter the fray. She disliked fighting when there were others much more capable. All of the laguz would be more effective than she. Even that butterfly chasing blue kitten. But c’est la vie.
The red-headed nagini slithered to some injured nomad warriors. Adrenaline made them skittish when she approached. "Calm down. Your chieftain sent me to help," she said with a composed demeanor. Quickly she went to work, patching their wounds so they could return to battle as soon as possible.
Later Aruna spotted two bandit thugs about to rough up a defenseless mother carrying her infant child. Without making a noise, she slipped behind the brigand on the left. In one swift motion she bit into the unsuspecting man's neck with her long venomous fangs. When she released him, two deep, bleeding holes and ruby red lipstick marks became visible. When the other brute realized the pair was being attack, the snake woman used her long spotted tail like a whip to knock him to the ground. Aruna loomed over him baring her fangs. Her serpentine eyes glared. If that didn't make the man piss his pants, she didn't know what else to do. ((Ick post.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 12:15 pm
Oh cripes! No! Ok, when Viktor dodged (more or less out of sheer luck and the half emotion of OMIGODLION) that big a** lion...he'd expect that THING to leave him alone...NOOOOOOOO that lion creature thing Viktor could not describe decided 'HEY! PERSON DODGED, LETS GET'EM' ...Yea..yea...think again man...think again. That totally was not a good idea but wtf was he suppose to do!? Get his head bitten off? Ah hell now.
The moment he even grabbed his lance, that....LION came back and attacked him! This time from his left! "HOLY SHI-!!!" The paladin shrieked, pulling his spear up to....at least TRY and block the attack...yea..the shaft ended up as a chewing toy for this BIG cat. Oh....GROSS HE WAS DROOLING!!! "...Get...OFF ME!!!" Viktor pulled his right hand away from his spear, allowing the lion to get one hit on him, but only to scratch up his shoulder before a fist came to punch the insides of this animal.
He heard a sudden choke come from the animal, watching him back off a bit before Viktor swung his spear toward him, aiming for one of his paws that were raised. If he hit, goody, if he didn't...well....Viktor wouldn't know cause he was already scrambling to his feet and running back to his horse.
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