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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:40 pm
Chince noted that something was flying up the staircase and was startled to see the blind man capable of being so... useful. Not that she didn't think he was useful. It was just that she didn't expect him to be. After a few minutes the soldiers racing down the stairs were gone, the prison courtyard had been cleared out of infantry. Captain tanner seemed to have something climbing his face... and a few of the men had broken through. If there had ever been a time to attack the shamans... it would be now. A few hurtling steps up the stair case and bodies and she was at the first caster. He or she... (she couldn't tell through the robes) was dead before she could finish her next spell. The smell of lead was in the air as flux rained across the door way. Something in her head seemed to click and she felt dizzy before missing the next shaman. Her composure was returned quickly and she set about slicing the next one down, not missing this time.
"King Majesty! Lefty! Are you all right!" She called referring to Cyric, and Ziarim. A spear was lying nearby on the ground and without checking to make sure anyone was paying attention, she chucked the weapon (hilt first... like throwing a javelin backwards) towards the barrier expecting... she wasn't sure. Maybe someone would catch it. Or maybe she would foul up the entire prison break. She hoped for the earlier but there was no telling.
"Heads up!" She called as a last measure.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:27 pm
xxxxx"Well maybe I'm weak... xxxxxxxand maybe I really am useless..."
"But I will still fight on just the same!" xxxxx "Maybe one day I will no longer be invisible..."
 Mihira headed right back towards the area she was at before she went to report in. She flew over the area and tried to see what was happening, but the figures were too tiny and the torches too dull. She had no choice but to go in lower, which was pretty safe to do, since archers wouldn't focus on her since they couldn't see her. At a closer view, she could make out which ones were Mordachean soldiers and which were not. As just a lowly scout, Mihira had never seen or met Horatio, she merely knew of him. However, the wings on two of the people's backs made them out to be laguz, which meant they practically had to be from Learania. From that reasoning, it meant the ones who had volunteered to go in were alive and fighting for their lives! That was both relieving and troubling. With the confirmation of their identity and their location, maybe Estarcia could act and save them. With this hope, Mihira began to head back to the camp.
Just then, an arrow whipped right into one of Darius' wings. The beast cried from the hit and startled Mihira. "W-what?! Did they spot me?!" She tried to get her wyvern to rise, but he was hit by yet another. "Waaaahh! Darius, hold on!"
In truth, she had not been seen. She was better than that. The arrows hit her was due to her being in the wrong spot. They had been fired at the others, probably the winged couple, and missed them to keep going and hit her wyvern. The second one had hit under where the wing met with the rest of the body and the wyvern was losing control of his flight. Distressed as she was, Mihira tried to steer her mount to land somewhere safe, but was having little success. "No! No, Darius, not towards the building! Eeeeek!" She yanked the reigns and got her wyvern to turn just enough to keep from ramming into the side of the prison. Instead, he soared right into one of the shamans that was holding the barrier and sent his clawed body over the stone wall.
Darius crashed into the cobblestone, landing on top of an archer, close to a house and Mihira came tumbling off. She hit her head, but it wasn't too bad. "A-ah..." She propped herself up and looked to her wyvern to see that while he was weakened, he was alright. She got to her feet as best she could and limped over to him. "Darius! Don't worry, it's okay... A-ah!" She gasped as she saw a soldier coming towards her, in the corner of her eye. She quickly pulled a javelin from Darius' side and pointed it at the man. Her nerves prevented her shouting at him to stay away.
W y v e r n S c o u t M i h i r a* (Ok, so after reading the latest post, I really have no clue what is happening outside anymore, so correct anything that needs it)
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 9:30 pm
Arajudia Prison
    (  ?)
As Ziaram rushed into the room, the now enraged soldier lunged towards him recklessly. Having the monk dodge his attack only to get knocked off his feet from magic had set him a bit afoul. He was easy prey though, and the last enemy in that area. He also had a set of keys on him.
Inside the storeroom was some armor, and some useless junk that probably belonged to the Learanian soldiers. Inside the other chests were a steel lance, an elfire tome and a Hero Crest. Kierkess would not find his axe within that room. Fortunately, there was another storeroom he could check very close by. All he had to do was get passed the knight that was guarding it.
       
"Wagh!" The knight almost didn't see the cat coming, since he was busy putting a beating on the soldiers, but he did manage to lift up his shield and hold back the claws. Because of this, both his arms were busy. He was wide open.
The dark mage was frightened before, but when he saw the hawk break out of his cell, he nearly peed himself. "H-how did--?! Monster! Stay back!!" He shot out a flux at the bird laguz as he started to back up and then he tripped. He shouted again and began to scramble back, out of terror of the laguz. Eventually, he backed up right into the bars of another cell. Surprised, he looked up and saw the unhappy expression from a dark-haired man. He instantly gulped.
Outside Arajudia Prison
    
 Tanner watched the battle, giving orders as he could. He could tell that things weren't going well. He just hoped that some reinforcements would arrive fast. Word should have reached Captain Garthal. Tanner just had to hold the entrance until he arrived.
Just then, through the combination of Chince and the unexpected aid of Mihira, the dark mages were taken out. Subsequently, the barrier began to dissolve away. Now all that stood in the way of the intruders and the prison was Tanner himself. "...Damn it. Stop them! Hold them off!" In response to Chince, the couple of heavily armored knights that had failed to guard the dark mages went after her.
Outside the prison courtyard were nothing but a few lone surviving Mordachean soldiers. The focus of the other intruders could start shifting towards the prison entrance again. However, a small group of four cavaliers led by a paladin who wielded an axereaver came into sight by the stairs. Reinforcements from other parts of the city were starting to come on the scene. The first person the group saw was Horatio and so they began to charge right for him.
The sergeant's attention was suddenly brought towards the stairs, as it seemed that one of the enemies was charging his way. When Tanner could get an eye on who it was, his eyes widened with shock. It was the same blind guy that he had led to the battle! As Tanner saw him fight, he was at a loss for words. The blind man was slicing through the soldiers one after another. They couldn't stop him. That double-blade was a rarity and even while blind, the swordsman was performing astoundingly well with it. Tanner had severely underestimated the man. As he was approached by the blind man, Tanner glared angrily. "...I should've killed you when I had the chance." he said in return. "Fine then... come at me, damn you!!" He lifted his lance and readied the man. He wasn't going to leave that entrance. *The maps are empty, because I don't want to take away from the imagination or creativity of you all. Just be aware that these are night maps. Also, the cells contain Learanian soldiers as well, not just you guys' characters- they're people, too.*
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:37 pm
Ziaram  You may call me useless for the fact that I am learning swordsmanship with my left arm Well this wasn't exactly unexpected. However an enraged soldier lunging towards him recklessly meant that this would be an easy prey. Side stepping to the left, so the soldier would end up charging right by him, Ziaram then moved behind him and thrusted his blade through the crack of his armor, getting the soldier square in the neck and dropping him on the spot. Seeing the keys on his belt, he knelt down and picked them up.
As he went over to the chests, he looked around. A Steel Lance, an Elfire tome, and a Hero Crest were the only important things he could see. Passing the Steel Lance over to Cormag, he pocketed the Hero Crest for himself. I figure this can come in handy later. He thought to himself.
Just there was no sign of an axe for Kierkess. Once he left the storeroom, he looked around. There was just another enemy guarding a room near them, which he figured was another storeroom. He looked back at Kierkess and Verruckt. "All right here's the plan. Since that knight has too much armor, I figure we won't do much with our weapons. So, you are going to distract that knight while our monk here uses his magic to eliminate him. Just do your best not to get hit. This is the last thing we got to do over here I believe." I say that this is just another challenge for me to overcome while my arm is recovering
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 9:08 pm
- Kierkess Renvald - After having done his part to reach the storeroom, Kierkess watched with his pilfered lance at the ready, though he saw that the situation was largely under control. The Learanian soldiers and the group he'd busted out with seemed to have the situation pretty much under control. Oh, and he'd impaled the face of that one soldier he'd overpowered using the unfortunate man's own lance back there...so that had helped cool the Red Knight's bloodlust slightly. Still, all he needed to do was remember the cell he had been so wrongly confined in to get a burst of angry energy.
After getting into the storeroom, Kierkess looked around frantically for his preferred weapon. If he couldn't find the halberd he'd come in with, a sword would do fine. Really, anything but the lances all these blasted soldiers carried around. It seems Ziaram had already gotten the picture with Kierkess's weapon situation and already had a rough idea how to raid the next room. The idea was that the poleaxe might be in the storeroom nearby, though it was just as likely that it was filled with all the contraband besides his axe. With the kind of day he was having so far, that was probably the case.
Gritting his teeth and again remembering the injustice and shame of his undeserved imprisonment, Kierkess took up his lance after a nod at the monk and charged towards the knight with a roar to both get the person's attention and focus his emotional energy (of which he had plenty of).
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 9:34 pm
Verruckt gratefully stayed behind Ziaram when he left the storeroom after grabbing some gear. He listened intently to the plan the myrmidon came up with and gulped "OK i should be able to do that if you don't let him near me." It was then that he noticed the rather angry looking red armored cavalier next to him and jumped out of fright. "Gyaah! Oh you're one of us..." Then he watched as the cavalier charged at the knight.
"umm... OK! I guess I'll just start attacking the knight from back here..." With that Verruckt pulled his Shine tome back out and pointed at the knight, sending a beam of light over the cavalier shoulder. Unfortunately he ended up missing the knight and the beam of light smashed into the ceiling instead and sending a few fragments of brick flying. "Whoops! Missed. St. Elmine help me!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:18 pm
Quentin whirled Mortymer around, before keeping his weapon behind his back. Tanner yelling back at him confirmed his position, making Quentin smile back. He had ascended the correct path! His happy face quickly turned sour as he realized he still didn't know the layout of the surroundings. Treading recklessly could result in some very unexpected death.
Quenting gauged his chances. Before he had any more to go on, it was dangerous to take unnecessary risks. First things first, he had to figure out what Tanner was using, what the surroundings looked like...if he had time, he could've just walked around with Mortymer and learn using Mortymer as a cane. But he didn't have that luxury. Tanner too presented some predicament. But how to figure it out...
Then Quentin got a genius idea.
"...hey, Sir Tanner! What weapon are you using?"
No one could blame him for trying, at least.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 6:58 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- Clearly even with Cyric in somewhat command on their situation. There were really only two people that could clearly attack, one who physically had a weapon. However, given the chance after that laguz had attacked the knight, he was well on his way to toppling backwards, leaving him clearly wide open for someone to attack. The king let out a quick, short tweet to a nearby soldier and motioned him to follow his lead. Once a nod was seen, Cyric sprinted forward and with the help of one of Learania's soldiers, managed to topple the heavy knight over. The iron spear fell and rolled off to the side. Cyric rolled to his feet and quickly made a run for the weapon. "Hold him down!" commanding the other soldiers who were just standing around to pin the knight for the time being, take his shield away, something, just immobilize him for the time being.
"Perfect." The king thought.Best they leave this area before more came. "Quickly!" They didn't have time to kill any more reinforcements, especially with their current supply of 'weapons.'
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 11:12 pm
Chince was half baffled half confused, nothing new but still bad for their situation. Then there was the problem that something had fallen out of the sky, the sound of horse hooves were beating cross the ground, and the group had been divided and partially flanked. However, the biggest shock of all was Quentin asking what Tanner would be trying to kill him with. She dodged the skidding body of a mage and flung another to join them as she approached.
She yelled out hoping he could hear her, "Lance, Armor, Shi_" when a sudden spear swipe knocked her off balance as she half dodged, half took a strategic hit, landing on her arm that had been shot with the arrow earlier, causing her to yelp in pain.
But the ground was no place to be, and she quickly crawled off and sprinted away, trying to abuse her speed to elude them while keeping them off of Quentin. If she remembered, (for she dare not turn to look), there were two of them, meaning that as long as she could dodge the dark magic projectiles, avoid or parry the thrusting lances, run rings around a prison yard, play keep away from a blind man, and not draw the ired ire of Tanner... she might just do well. Then her idea hit.
She picked up a rock and chucked it one of her pursuer's faces, making him boil with rage. Quentin was just far enough from the stairs for her bid to work, and before the cat new what the mouse was planning, he found himself tripped, and falling head over heels down the stair case. The second knight's surprise at this was enough for her to plunge the sword into his face, but not before being struck by both a spear, and a flux, knocking her off her feet, and into the air, skidding across the yard.
She couldn't get up, something was broken, and the pain in her arm was terrible.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:58 pm
Teeth gritted so hard that diseased gums bled. Weeks of fear and visions of madness built up in a man, turned him, left him weak, but more dangerous than a sane, fit man. Any thought of limitation or mercy was gone.
Shaking fingers closed around the dark mage's head as bloodshot eyes narrowed in the dark. They dug into his captor's ears until blood welled up around them, and the man's screams echoed like nails on a chalkboard, punctuated by each thrumming crack of his face against the bars of Dietrich's cell.
They were old, rusted at the tops and bottoms. Even when they started to come loose, Dietrich took no notice. He just continued deepening the dent in the terrified man's forehead, as blood poured down his face, over his mouth and lips, teeth dribbling out onto the floor as Dietrich's boots were slowly stained red.
The screams stopped, but the thudding did not. Red flecked the fighter's face and chest, but his arms just kept rhythmically cracking the man's broken skull against the bars until--
They broke. They snapped off at the bottom, bent inward, and fell, finally knocking the body out of Dietrich's hands.
Slowly, staggering, Dietrich grasped one bar, then stepped through the new opening. A man with a heavy axe, wearing heavy armor, rushed toward him; Dietrich moved not like liquid, but like sickly thunder, ducking the swung axe and, without regard for his own body, using his shoulder to sharply break the man's arm. His hand struck straight into the man's helmet; bashing his head back against a wall was unnecessary-- the first crack drove the man's nosebone up into his brain.
Slowly, eyes mad, muscles twitching, Dietrich hauled the fallen axe off the ground.
And he unleashed hell.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 1:21 pm
ﻬ Horatio ﻬ
▫ ▪Altiplos Warrior▪ ▫ Everything seemed to be tilting in his group's favor. Horatio was about to speak about what he learned from the mysterious warrior, but he stopped short of speaking to his winged allies. He heard a few noises that got him quickly focused. The fight was not over.
First, there was a charge of the blind swordsman that he had tried to help earlier. "Quentin, wait, what on earth are you doing-" Horatio asked, trying to shout the question out loud on the battlefield. And then he went and asked what Tanner was using? Did he think the enemy would be honest? "He's using a lance!" warned the Estarcian. "Be careful of his reach!"
Horatio sped forward, meaning to assist Quentin in his battle against Tanner. That wasn't going to happen though. He heard a scream, causing him to look up almost instantly. "Chince!" He called out desperately. "Loch, Annis, come on, we have to help them both!" he ordered, wielding his trusty hammer as he tried to advance.
The point of a different kind of spear stopped him in his tracks though. He shielded himself as the axereaver thrust forward, the tip of it meeting one of his gauntlets. He got lucky that his quality armor saved him the spear's bite, but he would not be so lucky again. "An axereaver?! I guess they prepared for me to enter this fight after all..." Horatio grumbled, thinking out loud. He drew back to distance himself from the paladin, and couldn't think of a way to move forward and help his comrades in need with all the cavaliers around too.⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹ My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country!
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 3:22 pm
 →→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me..."If you've got information, then we'll take it!" Annis looked over to Loch after throwing a sharp knife into the throat of an approaching swordsman, flicking her hair again off of her face. "The longer we spend here, it gets more and more ******** insane." Annis watched the area around the jail warily, watching soldiers swarm to and fro after the shattering of the barrier. Where were the people that had infiltrated the jail? Shouldn't they have come out yet? Were they off-schedule? Come to think of it, we didn't come up with any kind of 'schedule' for this. Hope that doesn't bite us in the a** later... "You aren't hurt, right? Have you found anyone else running around? No one's been an idiot and gotten themselves wounded? And what's that information? We need that known sooner rather than later!" She looked back to him. "If you're wounded, then maybe we can... have..." She trailed off, eyes lifting off of Horatio's shoulder to something beyond him.
Wings. Were those wings? A familiar girl was barreling into the area, wyvern crashing through enemy soldiers. Mihira. Why does this kind of thing always happen to her? Annis started towards her, noticing her crash into one of the shamans holding up the barrier around the prison, but then Horatio's loud voice drew her attention away.
The Warrior was shouting something about helping Chince and a man with a white cloth tied around his head, over his eyes. Annis briefly looked to them, then back to the orange-haired wyvern rider. Dammit! Annis reached into a pouch on her hip, removing a handful of throwing knives. A moment later, a hail of steel was raining towards Tanner, with only the flash of black wings to indicate who had caused it. Annis looked over to Horatio. "You help Chince!" With that, she kicked off the ground for an extra push of speed before soaring in Tanner's direction, knives dragging through enemy resistance along the way before giving a powerful slash of a sharp blade at the back of his neck.  We're mirrors, both of us←←←←←←
Reflecting each other's karma←←←←←←
Our dirty hands will touch←←←←←←
And we'll know its shape...←←←←←←
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:00 pm
Arajudia Prison
( ?)
The knight prepared himself as he saw the red knight coming towards him. But then suddenly, a beam of light flashed towards him. His eyes widened, and then he winced, knowing he wouldn't handle the magic well. However, after a few seconds, he opened his eyes again, realizing that he hadn't been hit. He grinned and then prepared to swat the approaching man with his spear, but stopped as rubble from the ceiling crashed onto his helmet. RNG is a b***h.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to knock him out. It just made him mad. When the red-haired man got close, the knight tanked with his large shield and then thrust out his lance. If the group worked together, he wouldn't last long and the storeroom could be entered.
With the enemies dealt with, the group was free to head towards the storerooms and retrieve their weapons. A knight guarding one of the rooms had already been dealt with by the crazed dark-haired man that broke out of his cell. That only left the other knight guarding the door to the other room.
In one room, Cyric's bow, Kione's summoning tome and Venetia's elwind tome could be retrieved, once the knight was taken care of. In the other room, Dietrich's actual axe and Rin's staff could be retrieved after the door was opened. For the ones who had nothing to retrieve, if they were to keep heading for the entrance, they would very quickly find a line of knights blocking the way... to the barrier, that was blocking the way... to Chama and the other dark mages... that stood at the exit. Gogogo.
Outside Arajudia Prison
Tanner raised a brow. "...Does it matter? Tell you what, maybe you can try and guess once it's piercing through you!" It was then that some girl shouted out that he had a lance. He glared. "You little b***h..." He focused back on Quentin. "Whatever, like it matters. I'm not letting some cripple get through!" Hastily, he picked up a javelin that had dropped from one of the dead soldiers and threw it right for Quentin. He smiled with a flawed thought that a man can't dodge what he can't see.
Unfortunately for him, the blind man wasn't his only attacker it seemed. One knife flung passed him and another clanked off of his shoulder armor, saving him from a nasty neck injury. "What?!" He glanced around, having difficulty pinpointing where the knives had come from in the dark. But, the yelling and flapping of wings brought his attention towards the raven's direction just in time for him to lift his shield and block the knives. He prevented himself from being knocked over by the propulsion of the girl by moving his body and allowing her to fly passed, attempting to shove her into the side of the prison as she went. "******** half-breed!"
Out in the street, after the paladin missed his first strike, the four cavaliers rode passed him to follow up the attack. They didn't intend to give the Estarcian a moment to think or rest. The first two swung their swords at him and the next two followed with their axes. And the paladin wasn't far behind them. Even the warrior probably needed some help dealing with all five enemies.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:46 pm
Ziaram You may call me useless for the fact that I am learning swordsmanship with my left arm Things here weren't looking good. If that magic had struck its original spot, then they could be getting into that store room and getting the loot there. And with that knight charging...He's getting closer to us, and that could help out.
Turning back to Lena, he remembered that she was with them. "Hey, how about giving them a hand with your tome." He said handing her back the shine tome she had. "Once we take care of that knight we can continue on and regroup with the other prisoners in here. It will make us one step closer to getting out of here." I say that this is just another challenge for me to overcome while my arm is recovering
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 12:19 pm
By the time the others had wrestled the knight to the ground Velkan was already gone, bounding over the corpse left behind by the insane man who smelled of s**t (though Velkan probably didn't smell much better himself) and charging for the exit. Velkan was quickly turning to a desperation that border lined on panic, he needed to get out, to smell fresh air again and to run freely outside.
He didn't take notice to see if anyone was following him or not, the cat too focused on his escape. Velkan had never been in a fight before, he was just going on instinct and the situation plus the adrenaline had caused him to give himself fully over to his more animal nature. Deep down some part of him knew it was all or nothing now, they wouldn't lock him up this time, they'd kill him like the animal he was.
He could see the exit, and the line of knights standing in front of it plus a strange kind of transparency like the invisible wall he'd run into before, and behind that a group of dark mages and some old dude with a beard. At any other time Velkan would have run away or rolled over and given up, but now he wasn't in charge anymore, Velkan was something primal now, ancient instincts he'd never had before were awakening inside of him.
And so in a spitting, hissing, frothing, frenzy the Cat charged the knights, his eyes flashing dangerously he didn't slow down even as they leveled their weapons at him. With a yowl of anger Velkan lept over the line, powerful legs propelling him, twisting in mid-air to have his paws hit the barrier full force, cracks spread out as the full weight and momentum of the Laguz crashed into the magical wall. For a moment Velkan hung there before launching himself at the nearest soldier, who hadn't yet managed to spin the full way around. In an angry terrified frenzy him and the knight collided, they rolled away from the line, teeth and claws rending anything that wasn't covered in armour and trying to puncture or slash their way through anything that was.
It was coleslaw night and Velkan was the cook.
(Bad Dylan.)
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