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 Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 1:50 pm
On the plains, Songhua is known as the White River. Based on appearance, people would not normally think he would be much of a fighter. The truth is, he is actually very dangerous. His fighting style is about flowing through the motions, circling about, and attacking with the pressure of a waterfall. When he fights, he always seems at peace and occasionally shows it bellowing out a laugh. Taking life is not something he delights in, but he is always in high spirits when he knows he is doing the right thing.
Wedge did not last long. The rest of the cavalry didn't, either. Elder Kenafa and the other chieftains had finished with the first wave and had joined Songhua in dealing with the second. There was still a third wave coming from the city, but the Adlians would be ready. Songhua looked over to the Estarcians and saw that a branch of their force was coming to them. He smiled at this. "Elder! More allies come to back us up!" Elder Kenafa saw this as well and was surprised that Estarcians, high society stick in the muds who were the most judgmental of all nations, were actually seeing them as allies. Things had come a long way.
Songhua responded to this by rallying his tribe and riding to assist the main Estarcian force. "Born into two separate nations, but brothers in heart we are!" It was time to mop up the field.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 1:58 pm
"You ask why do I not talk much?"_______←« _____ ←« ____ ←« ___ ←« __ ←« _____"...Because there is nothing to say."Rath
------------  Arrows continued to be fired and the grace of the Adlian riders seemed to outmatch the formal military advancing and attacks of the Mordachean cavalry's second wave. For nothing but 'savages', the natives of the plains were doing a lot of a** kicking. At least one Mordachan commander had learned they could no longer be taken for granted. Once Rath emerged from the fray of horsemen, he looked down at where the lancer was and saw that there was no longer anyone there. Only disarrayed foot soldiers remained.
The Estarcians seemed to be advancing and some were breaking off to help the Adlians. Elder Kenafa and the other chieftains had rejoined them as well. They were winning. They were actually winning the battle. As Songhua rallied his tribe and moved to join Estarcia, Rath rode with him. They stayed close to the wall and would take out the troops by the main gate as Estarcia cleared he rest of the field.
As they neared the main gate, Songhua's tribe began firing their arrows once more. Rath didn't know where Nino was, but chances were she would have gone to where he was headed. He was going to get inside and make sure she was safe.
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Vice Captain "The future remains most uncertain, Nino."_____
»→ __»→ ___»→ ____»→ _____»→_______ "...But if this is your wish, then so it shall be."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 2:57 pm
 The King of Hawks dropped out of the sky with a terrible scream and swung his tail up, spreading his wings wide and turning up sharply. He didn't even bother landing on the balcony-- the enormous bay window exploded inward as the hawk impacted it, and he scrabbled at the smooth stone floor as he tried to stop, flailing his wings until he stabilized himself and stood upright.
There was a flash of green, and he began to dash through the halls, slipping in blood and cursing under his breath. His hand flashed out to snatch a wall lamp, swinging himself around a corner, and quite literally flew up a flight of stairs, then rammed his shoulder hard into a door at the top. The heavy wooden door burst inward, its lock broken, and Tibarn ran into the bedroom to find--
Vaherianslyeri, hiding under the bed and hugging her little stuffed bunny, Juniper. "Daddy!" She scrambled out, running to her father, and wrapped her arms tight around his leg. "I-I-" He stepped back, sighing softly, and hoisted up the shivering Branded child, stroking her back gently.
"Shhh," he murmured softly, petting her hair. "Come on, we need to get out of here," he said under his breath, carrying her to the window, which he threw open. Holding her tight in his arms, he lunged out into the air, spread his wings wide, and swooped down through the city streets, over rioting, surging crowds, heading for the school building...Blades of sound tore through a few bat-lizards, showering the street in a fine mist of red as Ganon backed up toward the school building door. There were not many bat-lizards remaining, but they had caught the scent of human children, and now the bard had rallied with three guard Mages to protect the building from their onslaught.
Ganon snarled as another came close, but it was caught in an Elwind and thrown back-- which finally gave Ganon time to breathe.
Time enough to start a new song. The air began to pulse as sound erupted in the street, cobbles exploding and throwing tiny rocks and dust into the air as great tongues of vibrating air whipped upward, tearing through wing and bone.
By the end of the song, he was panting, the exertion of his personal energy to pour into making his music reality taking its toll. Still, he had finally eliminated the last of the attacking creatures, and reinforcements were arriving to investigate the noise. "Guard the... the schoolhouse," he said, waving them over as he bent over, hands still clutching his bow and violin, resting on his knees, then forced himself upright and began to dash toward the gates to assist, already thinking ahead to which song might best reinvigorate his comrades.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 3:39 pm
O Father Sky, Mother Earth...
I pray that you give me strength. ↣ ↣ ↣ Sue ↣ ↣ ↣  Sue continued to fight on, beside her father and the other nomads. Her arrows struck fast and true, soaring into the enemies that were ahead. Just when she expected to charge the leader though, they were nowhere to be found. Now that the soldiers were without a leader, they were left in disarray, and easy for the picking. Sue took time now to draw her silver sword under the cover of the other nomads, and begin to strike from horseback.
Sue grinned when she saw the Estarcian cavalry ride in to aid them. She knew Isadora would come through! Sue continued to ride on with the troop of horsemen, heading in the same direction as Rath. She knew where they were headed. "It was only a matter of time before we returned to you, Nino! I pray to Mother Earth you're safe!"<|Nomad Trooper|=0 The path ahead shall not be
easy, but I must proceed!
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 6:30 pm
Gale stood above the city surveying the damage below. It had been two weeks since he left to obtain a wyvern, and the city was in no better condition than the state he had left it in. Vaida had told him to "get a wyvern", and that's what he had been doing—for all of five minutes. The caves were so far away, and black wyverns were mean. Time was of the essence, and Gale decided that there were enough dead riders around and plenty of unmanned steeds to harness. So after wandering through the town for a bit, he found a wyvern that was not injured but was crouched over its fallen rider. He approached it uncertainly. It watched him suspiciously, and Gale had to be extra careful in order to not frighten further the already spooked wyvern. He withdrew from his pouch a small piece of rationed jerky, hardly enough to sate a hungry wyvern. It sniffed the air curiously. Gale stepped closer to the wyvern, slowly holding the jerky out to it. Begrudgingly, the wyvern succumbed to its hunger, lumbering towards Gale and quickly lapping the strip of jerky from the man's hand.
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"Stay still," Iris murmured. "I can handle this." She snuck up upon the guard. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted, pointing an outstretched finger at the guard.
It did nothing.
Instead, the guard, now alerted to their presence, spun around to confront the two. "Halt!" Marina, in a split-second panic reaction, brought the hilt of her lance down upon his head, sending him crashing unconscious to the ground. Once this was done, she turned to stare at Iris, panting heavily. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"
Iris shrugged. "I thought it'd work."
Marina scowled. "Iris, you are ******** dense sometimes."
The two women had been wandering the city for a while now, attempting to find some sort of cause for the madness that was currently occuring. Iris continually insisted that it was this direction, while Marina would repeatedly sigh in exasperation and humor her briefly before subtly changing their direction towards the way she wanted to go. This had gone on for some time, and they were slowly making progress. That's when Marina noticed the blue-haired man some distance away attempting to commandeer a wyvern. She grabbed Iris's hand. "Look!"
"What am I looking at." Iris frowned.
"Up there. He's got a wyvern."
"So?"
"So I'm going to sweettalk him into dropping me into the courtyard."
Iris pouted. "But what am I supposed to do."
Marina glared back. "Figure it out!" With that, she turned around and ran off towards the rider.
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"That's a good girl," Gale muttered, patting the large lizard on the head, scratching between its head crests. The wyvern, used to being handled by multiple trainers, quickly warmed up to the experienced rider, snuggling close. Taking advantage of the cue, Gale quickly hopped upon the conveniently still-attached saddle that the wyvern wore and grabbed the reins. It growled curiously at the new rider, and with a simple nudge from Gale's foot it gathered the cue to take flight and go.
There was a call out from behind him. "Wait!"
He turned his head towards the voice and noted a black-haired woman running towards him. She was dressed fairly unspectacularly, giving no indication as to rank or affiliation, so he responded with a look of contemplation and confusion. He waited for her to finally get close, and as the wyvern startled slightly he put a hand on its neck in order to calm it. "Yes?"
"I need to get into the courtyard. Now."
"And why should I take you?" Gale questioned. He was not convinced.
Marina narrowed her eyes at him, taking in a deep breath between gritted teeth. "Because I work for the Hawk King and if someone there dies because I wasn't there to help, he'll smash your ******** face in. Good answer?"
Gale paused for a moment. "...Good answer. Hop on."
When Marina was safely aboard, Gale commanded the wyvern on and airborne. Soon they were high up into the sky, and from his perch he could see the carnage below. He handled the reins, and with a mighty dispersal of air the wyvern flapped its wings and gained an even loftier vantage point. Not too high, though, he knew, for he'd be a prime target for archers. Fortunately, the sky was fairly clear of aerial units, an advantage of joining the battle late, and he found his path to be highly unimpeded.
"Down there!" Marina called as she pointed. "That's Amelia. She looks pretty beat up."
Gale's gaze shifted to where Marina was pointing, and he tugged the reins in order to send the wyvern in that direction. The wyvern spread its wings further, and they swept down into a dive. Marina kept an eye out as the ground quickly approached, and when they were close, she leapt off.
"What the hell?!" Gale yelled. The call went unanswered.
Back on task, he landed near the injured girl.
"Come on, I've got you..."
He gently eased her into a safe position onto the wyvern. The woman was barely conscious, and only responded with a questioning murmur. He made sure she was secure, then kicked the wyvern back into action, sweeping over the carnage of the gate and landing a short distance away from it on the other side. His eyes darted around quickly. "You! You're a healer, right?" His call was meant to get the attention of a woman with a blue scarf he saw fighting, blonde-haired and wearing white bishop's robes, although they were stained from the war efforts. Surrounded once again by allied units, he hurried to unload the injured woman from his wyvern before she got any worse, and prepared her for healing.
[[Marina's portion will be edited or posted in later, this is just up to get Gale's part out of the way]]
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 6:41 pm
O holy light,
Smite my enemy!
Bless my friends!₪Victoria₪ The battle raged on. The fight that Victoria, Aeolus and Leon were putting up against the Shadow Guild's assassins was now drawing out, but their numbers were dwindling. The bishop hoped that the knight who had charged so boldly (and foolishly) ahead would hold out enough to truly rush them, because now would be their chance. She cast another spell, lighting off the Divine's judgement. Victoria huffed in exhaustion, but she had to keep going.
She heard the flapping of a wyvern's wings from up above. She would recognize that sound from anywhere. She raised her staff, about to cast a holy spell, but then lowered it when she recognized the rider wearing Learanian colors. Before she could say anything, she gasped at the sight of Amelia and how severe her injuries were.
She came to the young woman's side, and raised her staff to heal instead of harm. "Cover me, everyone!" Victoria instructed her companions, as the heal staff glowed its familiar blue light. "I'll take care of her, don't worry." The bishop said, pouring her magic out to soothe Amelia's wounds. By the look of it, the red-armored General was brought here just in time. She would have to remember to thank Gale for his fast acting later.ΘжElmine's LightжΘSaint Elimine,
I give you a prayer!
Grant us fortune.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 7:06 pm
How long have I been laying here?
Amelia was still gripping onto her side with all the strength she could gather. Her entire body was starting to lose feeling, though, fingers and toes numb as blood continued to pour out of her wound and onto the grass. Her eyes were focused vaguely on the castle front as Drake managed to burst his way through the door, the barrier, and then into the castle, heavily muted in a red fog of pain and dulled senses. No... someone has to stop him...!
Then, before she could realize what was going on, someone's arms were moving around her. There was a voice as if from very far away, dulled by the pain. "Come on, I've got you..."
"Wh... Whah..."
He didn't answer. He only secured her on something hard and leather-y, and then she was hovering high in the air. Or at least, she thought so. She had closed her eyes, each breath coming shallower than the last. Her grip on reality was tenuous at best, and as she could vaguely sense herself lowering, heading down to the ground again, the wound suddenly stopped hurting. Had she lost so much blood that her nerves were just shutting down?
The same man was shouting, incomprehensible to her now. There was... something different below her? She couldn't tell. And then another person's voice. A woman's this time. Her chest shuddered and she coughed, eyes flying open as cold magic coated her body, focusing so strongly on her side that the sheer sensation of mending flesh and nerves sent a raw wave of pain through her body. "A-Augh...!" She sank weakly onto the grass, gasping desperately in pain. Tears streaked down her face and hit the grass, her entire body trembling now in fresh pain. "Th...Th-The castle...!" She managed out, hoping against hope that she was loud enough to be heard. "Drake... i-in the ca...c-castle!!" she gasped and tried to breathe, her face wan. So tired. No energy. "Get... h-help, N-Nino...!" Amelia finished, barely audible, before sinking into the grass, chest shuddering with each labored breath.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 9:15 pm
The call of battle
The call of duty
They both mean the same.x - [Leon] - x A few more stabs of his steel lance went by, along with the minutes and even hours. Just how long had Leon held out, even though he was tired? It was a lot longer than he expected. He and Anri's resilient spirit kept them both from growing too tired, and before they knew it, Leon, Aeolus and Victoria had reduced the assassin's numbers.
And he didn't forget about rushing them. Pointing his lance forward like a jouster might, Leon sped ahead, piercing one of the cloaked ones, at last riding past the line they were defending so much. At last! They had broken through! "Aeolus! C'mon! Just ahead is-" He as about to finish his sentence.
But then when Gale came down with his fellow Watch member, the Lieutenant got off his horse and ran to her side. Thank goodness the healer was already tending to her. Seeing such injuries made Leon's face frown in a way it never had before. His stare became worried, as he grasped Amelia's hand. "'Melia! Hang on, ya hear?! Yer gonna be fine! We all came to help ya!" The words that came were panicked and shaky, and probably not even believing their own message.
Amelia's words of warning struck though. That snake had already reached the castle?! He had to be stopped, especially if he'd gone that far! Leon wanted to charge in himself and make Drake pay for all he'd done, but now wasn't the time. Amelia was right, he had to get Nino. "I'll go! Anri an' I are the fastest knights in Learania!" Leon said, already getting on his steed, trying to maintain his usual air of confidence.
Just before he was about to be off, he took one look back at Aeolus. "Stay back an' help 'Melia out, Aeolus. She's my friend, just like you are." He told him. Kicking Anri's side, Leon begun to charge the two into war once more, with no more time for words. x - [Watch Lieutenant] - xTo always fight
For what is right
By my knightly name!
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 12:31 am
You know I can't slow down...
I can't hold back...
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Lance clutched his wrist where the small boy (youngster? Young man?) had grabbed him before disappearing briefly. "What's wrong with me touching...do I smell or something?"
After taking a quick whiff, Lance flinched dramatically. T-that's right! I haven't been taking proper care of myself for a few days! O woe me! I didn't pay attention because I wasn't in my right mind, but now even I realize it!
"D-D..." he started, before dropping down to all four with his head hanging. "DEJECTION!"
"Aaaaah it's true, I've been so full of it that I've lost sight of my surroundings! It's no wonder he ran off when I got too close! I bet he hates me now!"
No, no, hang on a second Lance! Think it through carefully...you could be going at it the wrong way. And if so, then all you need is to restore your status a bit! Who cares if you do a bit wrong at first, as long as you end it right! Trial and error!
"That's right...I may have given a first bad impression, but all can be repaired as long as you keep your cool and show the awesome you..."
Lance looked up to see Murphy returning, and quickly got back up to his feet, putting on his cool, suave face. He'd have to restore his image the only way he knew.
Acting like a cool adversary.
"I'm sorry, that was unsightly of me...but I guess congratulations are in order. You managed to see through my own ruse to lower your guard...allow me to properly introduce myself. I'm Lance Dartel, freelancer. Pleased to make your aquaintance." he said while putting on his flashiest smile. "But really now...what are you even doing here? None of you seem to fit in with what I know about Mordacheans. You don't have that characteristic armor, or their evil aura...in fact, nothing about you seem Mordachean. So my guess would be...hired help?"
Lance paced a bit to the side, looking a bit aloof. "Now, I don't know how well versed you are in past allegiances, but statistically, allying oneself with an evil nation tends to get you betrayed once they've gotten what they wanted. After all, what better way to end the only winner than to stab the only other victor in the back when they least expect it? Less spoils to share."
Lance turned anew to Murphy, looking serious. "I'm not like that. I care for my friends, and I will gladly lay down my life to protect them. So what do you say? How about we hit those pesky Mordacheans with a sucker punch, before they get the first attack on us? Or..." Lance said as he dropped into his battle stance, his legs bent slightly, one arm behind his back, and the other pararell to his torso, with his hand covering his face, palm showing to the foe. "Would you rather take me on, despite what I tell you? I'll gladly defeat you if it means getting you out of harm's way!"
That went fairly well, if he had to say so himself. A mixture of that cool air, friendship and goody-two-shoe aura was sure to plant a seed of doubt in almost anyone. And even if it didn't, Lance was making sure to be battle-ready if it came to that, without actually really revealing that he'd be ready for it! Sure, there were some holes, but that could be evaded if brought up!
For the next few moments, there was a silence between the two, dark clothed figures. It was as if there was a Nabatian stand-off, one waiting for the other to make the first move, and the fastest one would be victorious! Suddenly, Lance's poised battle stance changed slightly, as his head nodded forward. Then there was no more movement again, only the stillness between the two of them...
When out of nowhere, Lance let out a fairly peculiar battlecry.
"...Zzzzzzzzzz..."
Once again getting foiled by his narcolepsy, Lance was now sleeping, but oddly enough kept on standing up, as if the tenseness in the air wouldn't let his muscles relax enough to make him drop completely. Standing or not, he was still left completely open for any attack.
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Though you know, I wish, I could...
You know there ain't no rest for the wicked... Until we close our eyes for good...
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 4:34 pm
Kiote Deliven After separating from Grave, Kiote was quick to pull himself back to put his back against a wall. That was the best choice he could make at the moment, and get some distance from the center of the fighting. There was good deal going on as the sun had started to go up though, and if Kiote had not been too light headed to focus, he might have noticed the armies that were assisting them. The only catch was that those still fighting simply had to hold on long enough for assistance to find them. Kiote suddenly heard a yell and turned his head in time to see a blade coming down on him. Kiote knew he couldn't block the swing, he simply was too tired. Looks like it was time to just... go. 'Sorry Grave. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought I was.'
And then a miracle happened, a swordsman pushed the attacker away before countering, saving Kiote's life. While Kiote couldn't say he knew the blue haired hero, he was certainly grateful. He knew he had seen this hero before, however with all the people Kiote had met the last few days that wasn't that hard to believe. Kiote let out a sigh as he dropped to a knee, using his sword to keep from falling all the way down as he looked up at the blue haired hero who had saved him. "Actually..." Kiote stated to say as the hero asked if he was okay, but Kiote was cut off as Oujay threw a vulnerary at him. Kiote took it before using it, sealing some of his wounds. By this point another swordsman had joined them, Kiote glancing up at him before shakily standing up.
"Thank you for helping... me." Kiote said to the hero before testing his left arm. It moved, but it hurt. He was likely going to need to put it in a sling when this was all done, but in the mean time... Kiote sheathed Verson before drawing Caviel. He was still light headed and a little unsteady on his feet, but perhaps he would be able to fight for a while before falling back down. At least now he wouldn't need Oujay focused solely on helping him. "I'll help in anyway I can, but I can't use my left arm. Effectively, I can't use a bow." Kiote said to the hero as he readied Caviel for combat. The fighting hadn't stopped around them after all, even if Kiote had been given a moment of rest. Now the trick was just to last long enough for the end...
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 10:20 am
And then there was Jaren. Lance never saw him coming, what with being asleep and all. The myrmidon collided with Lance full force throwing his shoulder into the Morph's side. Of course Jaren tripped over his own feet and sent both him and Lance crashing to the ground, the two rolled for a moment and ended with Jaren on top of him. Holding on to Lances wrists, who could still possibly be asleep.
"I got him Murph! I got him!" He shouted with glee.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 6:23 pm
   "What the hell?!"
"This is..."
"...Impossible."
The three commanders stared out over the field in disbelief. Avery's troops were being annihilated by savages and the reinforcements that were being sent had been intercepted by none other than Estarcia! They... were losing. All of their forces were being killed or forced back. If they didn't do something, Estarcia and Adliana would completely annihilate them.
"The Baroness' grip on the Estarcian king was secure!" Mendeleeve spouted. "There is no way he, with his mind so warped with fear, would aid Learania against us!"
"Perhaps he no longer has a say." Vern suggested. "In which case, it appears... we have a new enemy."
"Epimetheus... begin the preparations for the incantation. Round up the dark mages. Get the slaves in place. Do it as fast as you can."
The red-armored brother's eyes widened as he looked to Mendeleeve. "Mende, you sure...? If we use that, all our slave power will be used up and all our mages completely drained. We don't even know what affects using it will have."
Mendeleeve narrowed his eyes at his brother. "Loki did not teach us this technique for us to not use it. If we can complete the ritual, our enemies will be completely wiped out. The losses we receive will be insignificant." His eyes flared. "Do it."
"...Fine." Epimetheus grabbed the reigns to his horse and rode off. It would take a while to get everything ready. But once it was, everybody in and near the walls of Eyris was sure to be killed.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 11:01 am
The day had returned already. They had been fighting for so long without rest. They didn't have the time to rest. There was nowhere they could go to do so. People had already collapsed from exhaustion. Many more had been put to an eternal rest. As Abel continued on, he began slipping away himself, but managed to snap back. Akihi's fire tome had been completely used up, so he was now over by Clara, barely clinging onto his own consciousness.
The enemy soldiers continued swarming in. Abel met them head on, slashing their sides, knocking them back or flinging wind blades into the lot of them. He couldn't tell how many allies were still fighting with him. He could only assume that Nino, the wolf and the others were still there. At least Abel knew that the fire dragon was shredding any soldiers that got passed him.
As Abel felled another soldier, he suddenly felt uncontrollably lightheaded. He held his head and staggered and then fell to one knee. Not yet... not like this! When he raised his weak head, he saw a soldier standing before him, with a spear pointed for his neck. There was nothing he could do. The soldier was going to kill him. "Alihi..."
Suddenly, the soldier jerked, dropped his spear and fell to the ground. An arrow was in the beck of his neck, at the base of his head. Rath rode into the gate and looked down at the boy. "...To your feet, Abel."
The boy stared at Rath like he was a ghost, but then grinned and forced himself back up. This was not the end for him. They had a battle to win, and he was not going to fall short of victory.
Other nomads then entered the gate at the cry from Songhua to make safe the city and began to shoot the remaining Mordachean soldiers and bandits. The passage for Blythe had also been cleared, for even though the Adlians could not differentiate him from the Mordacheans, Rath had recognized Soren riding along, firing spells. Their safety had been assured.
As Rath rode passed Abel, he looked around to see the wreckage of the city. There was so much destruction, so much fire, so many bodies lying on the ground, covered in blood. But that was no what he was looking for. Rath continued to scan around him and then finally fixed his eyes on who he was searching for. "...Nino!"
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 12:15 pm
They had been fighting for Goddess knows how long. The young archsage had lost sight of Joshua. She knew not how many soldiers she had slain in the past day of fighting, or how many times she had escaped near death herself. It seemed hopeless.. There was so much destruction. There was so much blood... And she felt so alone. She staggered behind a ruined wall of a house before collapsing to her knees, gripping Sophos, which had become crusted with dirt from falling in the mud.
Suddenly something rejuvenated her. Someone was calling her.
"...Nino!"
She rose and staggered out into the open. "Rath!" She frantically looked around for the man.
Grinning, a small band of Mordacheans had found prey...
Nino raised her eyes to them as they came closer, attempting to surround her. She looked around silently, weakness stabbing at her limbs as she raised her staff. I have to find Rath... I heard him!
"... Rath?"
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 12:32 pm
"You ask why do I not talk much?"_______←« _____ ←« ____ ←« ___ ←« __ ←« _____"...Because there is nothing to say."Rath
------------ An arrow shot into the gap between the helmet and shoulder armor of a Mordachean soldier and he fell to the ground. The soldiers flurried around to see where the arrow had come from and two more soldiers were met with the slash of Rath's sword as he rode by. Rath circled back around and came for the last soldier, but swerved to the side of the spear's range and slashed at the soldier's exposed side from the back.
Rath looked down at Nino, relieved that she was safe. "Forgive my tardiness, Captain. ...I had to pick up a few friends."
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Vice Captain "The future remains most uncertain, Nino."_____
»→ __»→ ___»→ ____»→ _____»→_______ "...But if this is your wish, then so it shall be."
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