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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 4:54 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- Just when they were in the clear..the grou pwas forgetting one..last..detail...the remaining druid that was still alive. Before any of them could do anything, a tendril came flying at both him and Chama..however..Cyric was not the target. He couldn't do anything and before he knew, the old man hit the wall...hard.
"Chama!!" The king cried, realizing the barrier he put up in attempts to block off the attack that he thought was targetting him. He quickly turned in the direction it came from, grabbed his bow and quickly released an arrow. Once he heard a scream come from the druid, Cyric strapped the bow to his back once more as he knelt down to the wounded man. "Chama!" he called again, dropping the formality completely. He decided from the moment they met that this man didn't belong in Mordachea to begin with. If he could..he would rather bring him back to Estarcia..even though the original King is dead and he was talking to the current King. For now, Chama was alive...but for how much longer..?
He paused, looking around for a moment. "I need a healer!" calling out to the group. Some were probably questioning why he was helping an enemy. Cyric himself couldn't figure it out either, but there was something about Chama that he couldn't just let go. He wasn't an enemy...just a strange old man whose mind wandered more then it should.
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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 Feb 10, 2012 9:01 pm
Ziaram  You may call me useless for the fact that I am learning swordsmanship with my left arm While the dark sages had been falling, the real target seemed to be loopy, despite being able to defend himself fairly well. Ziaram would have charged towards the old man if Cyric hadn't been there first. He would be dealt with later. He just decided that Cyric would deal with the old man and turned his attention to the dark sages again.
Of course the cry for a healer caught his attention again, and he was lucky that there was one near him. "Lena, get over to Cyric." He said, charging that Dark Sage that shot the tendril at Chama and slashed down across his chest. Lena took the time to move on over to Cyric with a heal staff in her hands. She knelt down by Chama, letting the staffs healing aura envelope Chama. I say that this is just another challenge for me to overcome while my arm is recovering
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 9:38 pm
 Clara Risna
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Clara had been staying a bit back since she didn't know how to really deal with the dark magic users. But she saw that was a good idea seeing what it can do. She had to be careful and for the most part everyone was.
Then she noticed one of them looked like he was changing his target, and by the looks of it, it was the healer. The myrmidon ran over as fast as she could. Once getting there Clara shoved Rin out of the way and sliced the tendril.
"Your safe now." She told the healer, "I'll protect you."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 4:39 pm
((I wasn't paying attention, so this might be a redundant post. 
"Right! Off we go!"
With that said, Quentin tripped over the body of the Sergeant whom he couldn't see, because of, well, no sight. "Whoap!"
Landing flat-faced, he tried standing back up with his cane, placing it against the waist of the fallen soldier. A tiny jingle, and Quentin picked something up along the way. "...keys? Like this one?"
Being abnormally lucky sure paid off from time to time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:21 am
{I'm going to try and post later on today- when I get home from school. ^^ ...here's hopin' that goes well XD }
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 6:25 am
 {Gotta little while before class- this post will probably be short. >_<}
Mia was relieved for the chance to finally get a breather in; the enemy foreces were starting to thin out a bit by the time that the man named Horatio called for them all to form up. She didn't really hear too much of his speech- her ears had probably been a bit overwhelmed by all the noise of the battle-- but she got the gist that they were supposed to find keys before they could end it... But keys? On a battlefield? That'd be about as easy as getting Soren out of a library! There was almost no way that any of them would be that lucky-
"...keys? Like this one?"
...Or maybe there was. Mia turned around and watched as a man, clearly blind, climbed to his feet, bringing the treasure they all sought up with him; she'd seen him once or twice, but this was the first time she'd ever gotten a good look at him. The only thing that looked particularly frail about him was the blindness- he was clearly battle ready in every other respect; she wondered vaguely if he'd ever be open to the idea of sparring.
Either way, they had the keys! Mia felt a rush of excitement run through her at the prospect of victory- or more accurately, going into the town hall and kicking some a**. Ever since her run in with Begnion during the last war she was in, the swordsman had had a thing against authorial offices.
"Alright! let's go rescue them prisoners!" She pumped her fist up in the air with newfound vigor- the prospect of victory had given her a second wind.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 12:31 pm
"Tch" The summoner was utterly disappointed by his missing attack. "If only that muscle head axe guy didn't try to attack the old man," he blamed the axeman as he prepared another flux spell to attack Chama. However, he stopped as he noticed something quickly closing towards him at the corner of his eyes..."Crap!" he thought as he tried to dodge out of the way, nfinally noticing the spell at the last moment.
Unfortunately, part of his body still managed to get consumed by the noferatu aimed at him. He struggled to stay on his feet, but he kept his gaze as he followed the nosferatu spell, which took his life, go back to his owner as it healed the dark sage. "You *******, you're going down!" he yelled as he casted his own dark spell as a counterattack. The flux quickly sank into the ground and launched itself towards the sage that attacked him. A disfigured smile of satisfaction crept onto his face as he watched his spell connect with the dark sage and saw him dropped to the ground lifelessly.
As he turned to face Chama, and prepare for another attack on the old man. He noticed that the old man was on the floor and the one who was calling all the shots was kneeling next to the old man. "...what the *** is going on?" he thought as he heard Cyric shout out for a healer. Heal the man? That's the last thing the summoner wanted. Kione prepared to open up the tome and chant another spell at the old man to finish him off while he was down, however there was suddenly a surge of head pain that forced him to stop. "God ******** damn it," he said aloud as he stumbled to keep himself up. He knew what was coming and his time was short. He managed to keep the tome open and started chanting the flux spell as he tried to focus on the old man.
Unfortunately for him, his foot stumbled and the spell's aim was thrown off and he instead shot the flux spell past the spot where Cyric and Chama was. The summoner didn't see what happened as he dropped down to his knees, head hanging down.
In a couple seconds, the summoner stood back up onto his feet and looked around the room as if he wasn't sure what he was at all. "Great," he sighed plainly as he got brushed off the dirt on his robes. "If I'm assessing the situation correctly, I'm assuming we have broken out of our cells and are trying to escape at this moment," he thought to himself as he noticed people who were in the cells around him now also outside. He suddenly realized his hood had fallen down and quickly pulled it back over his head to conceal his face. As of now, he wasn't sure what to do, but the scholar stood there and kept his guard up with an open tome just incase someone was targetting him. This wasn't a situation Kione expected himself to wake up to
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 2:56 pm
Chince formed up with nothing better to do, say, or reflect upon.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 4:31 pm
ﻬ Horatio ﻬ
▫ ▪Altiplos Warrior▪ ▫  "Huh? Yeah, that's right, Annis! Quentin! Fantastic!" Horatio exclaimed as he took two of the keys. He held them up as examples for the rest of the group to follow. "The door keys should be golden, like this! I imagine that we won't have to look too hard if we just keep our mind on it! They should be on any of the guards that we fought against. Look quickly now. Any moment, our enemy could be preparing a counterattack."
However, "so far, so good" was the situation now. Horatio wasn't going to rest on his laurels just yet though. There were still a lot of things that needed to be done. He gave his squad mates time to look for more of the door keys, and when he had them in possession, he counted them up. There were plenty of them. With Mia's added to the collection as well, Horatio decided that it was time to move forward.
"All right. Is everyone ready? Let's finally get to what we've set out to do!" The leader of the forge exclaimed, calling forth his allies, both old and new. The Mordachean in charge of this place would be in for a rude awakening once he rejoined with those who were locked away. As Horatio lead his group forward into the prison entrance, he had no idea that he was closer to the captives than he thought.⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹ My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country! [Finish up any interactions/finding keys. Let's get a move on, everyone!]
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 8:32 am
 →→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me..."Golden door keys... All right, let's go, then." Annis stretched her arms above her head, looking over to Loch before giving a mighty flap of her wings and soaring away from the group. It seemed everyone located at least a few keys on the ground, though whether or not they were the correct keys remained to be seen. Horatio seemed to be the one most capable of sorting out which they needed and which they didn't, and after some time, he was attempting to gather them back together once more. Annis obliged and landed on the ground near him, wings folded neatly to her back.
"I guess it's time, yeah." Annis rubbed a sore spot on her neck and looked back at Loch. He looked calm and composed, as always, and she couldn't help but smile. That was why she'd fallen for him, wasn't it? He was stable. He was stable and comforting and... and reliable. Dependable. Annis knew exactly the kind of man he was, and he felt safe. He made her feel safe. She liked that feeling. Annis removed one knife from its holster and spun it between her fingers before gripping it still. She'd made mistakes -- a lot of mistakes -- and their relationship wasn't as steady as Annis would have liked at the moment. But he was still Loch, the Loch she knew, and... hopefully she was a better Annis than he knew, and that would help them make things better between them.
Right?
Right.
Annis offered an encouraging smile, debating whether or not to take his hand. Her own hand hovered uncertainly in the air for a moment, then simply settled on patting his upper arm. Don't want to overstep boundaries just yet. "You ready for this?" She stepped towards the prison with Horatio, sticking close to Loch. They could protect each other, and everyone else.
Hopefully no one died or got grievously injured now. Would put a damper on the entire rescue process, and Annis certainly didn't want to be the one to run back to Tibarn to break the bad news.  We're mirrors, both of us←←←←←←
Reflecting each other's karma←←←←←←
Our dirty hands will touch←←←←←←
And we'll know its shape...←←←←←← [[might be edited slightly later, depending on things]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:13 am
 The healing glow was a sign that the staff was doing its job, but it was not working swiftly enough. The dark magic had burned through his flesh and the result was staining the ground in red. Breathing was becoming harder a feat by the second. Wearily, Chama reached inside his robe and pulled out a stave before looking at Cyric. It was a spiraling, silver-shafted stave that wrapped around the stone at the top. "Take this... use it well..." He handed the staff to the king, hands shaky and bloodied. The arrival of the Estarcian captain and the others who were fighting outside saved the trouble of needing a key to leave the prison. Surviving Mordachean guards were caught off guard by their sudden arrival and were quickly done in.
Chama rested the back of his head on the wall and looked up at seemingly nothing. "...Oh, Chanti, Argyle, how nice to see you..." he suddenly babbled, "Oh, yes, that does sound nice... I think I'll join you... Will Zeon be coming, too?" He grinned slightly. "I see... well, we'll go on ahead... and he can catch up once he's finished the things he's yet to do... ...And then we'll.. all be... together... once... more..." His hand slid to his side as his head bowed. The cane he held fell and clattered on the ground before rolling towards Cyric. It had a special message and signature engraved into it from its maker. A smile was on Chama's face.
The prisoners were free to go.
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While the intruders were together over at the prison, a ship had come in just as the sun was beginning to peak out over the horizon. A select number of Arajudian prisoners had been taken earlier the day before and brought to the harbor to await transport. The soldiers from the ship immediately got to work in preparing to move the prisoners so that they could return to Mordache with more slaves.
As they went about their business, one man stood out amongst them. He was a young looking man that wore no armor, while everyone else around him was in uniform. He dressed mostly in black, but bore bright colors to contrast, as if specifically to draw attention towards himself. While the others were carrying weapons, he carried a sack over his shoulder and his weapons were concealed, as was his face, which hid behind a mask. While the others were serious and brooding, he wore a cheerful smile.
Leaving the soldiers to their task, the man made his way to the town center and up to the quiet, private office that Vern had made his own. The commander was busily writing away with his quill, but suddenly stopped and glanced up as the man came into the room.
"...You're late."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 11:51 am
He let out a cheery chuckle.
"Thousand pardons for such a delay. Tis not easy entering the ship without being seen. You know how fuzzy those Sentrian pirates are whenever they see an unknown ship passes by. Oh, yes. Indeed, they are."
The Cheshire man walked ever so merrily as he approached Vern, never letting go of the sack that laid restfully on his back. "But no need to worry about that. That's over and done. What matter is we're here, ready to transport our lovely audience to Mordache. So how fare thee, dear Vernon? Hmm?"
Oh… It had been ages since he last seen his friend. Oh, yes. Indeed, it was. How long had it been? Over a year perhaps or less? Oh who cares how long has it been. What matter was that the duo was back together. Speaking about it…
 “By the way, I’ve brought the baroness’ present for you on your victory to this city.” The Cheshire man said as he pulled his sack and looked inside. The assassin quickly pulled out the item from the sack. He held out the item in front of him.
What he was holding was a very unusual item. It was in bright shades of pink,red, and purple. It was long and frilly with a large bow tied behind it. The masked man, still had the smile on his face, replied. “Do you like it? The baroness thought this will bring out your figure.”
It was unknown if the gift was really from the baroness or not.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 3:46 pm
"....." Vern looked at the dress with a vacant expression for a moment before eventually smirking. "Though it would give me no greater pleasure than to wear a garment bestowed upon me by her Grace, something of which you are no doubt aware... you'll have to do better than that, Pietro. I'm not stupid." He set down the quill and relaxed in his seat as he grinned at himself. There was no doubt that Pietro was trying to get a reaction out of him. That's just the way he was.
"But a gift is a gift, and I will gladly accept it, since it's from you. However, there is a more pressing matter." He donned a rather serious look. "That man has yet to be found. Since you're here, I'd like you to find him. And kill him. It won't be anything simple, even for you. But your skills should be sufficient in dealing with him. Unlike the typical fighting styles used in training, you posses ones that this man did not develop. ...Will you do it?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 4:51 pm
"T'was this? You have already been seized the city and yet, you have one little mouse loose in this city? Vernon.... I am surely surprised. Oh, yes. Indeed, I am. You usually keep your plan all neat and order, never leaving one speck of mess to ruin." The masked man replied mockingly surprise as he folded Vern's present and placed it back in the sack. It was unknown how the man's reaction was toward Vern's response to the dress. He was still wearing the same smiling expression. However, the information about the man was quite new to him.
He knew fully well that Vern had sent men if someone dared escaped. After all, it was as Vern said, he wasn't stupid. However, if that man was yet to be found, then it must mean that the man was hiding somewhere. Somewhere were even Vern couldn't find him. This was not good. Not good at all.
"You know the baroness will not be pleased once she hears about this." The Cheshire assassin spoke as he placed the sack down and walked around the desk until he was standing next to Vern. "She was looking forward to meet and play with him. Oh, yes. Indeed, she was."
"However..." Pietro lingered his answer as he leaned down, his arm wrapped over Vern's shoulders. "Since this man is more troublesome than we thought and you needing my assistance, I guess it won't hurt to aid a friend in need. After all, what are friends for? Hmm?"
He then picked up the quill in his hand and pulled out the blank paper. He put the blank paper in front of Vern and held out pen, expecting him to take it from his hand. His smirk still hadn't left his face. "Now then... Tell me where you last lost him?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 6:38 pm
Vern grinned, but before he could take the quill, the door suddenly opened and a soldier came in.
"Sir! Urgent news!"
"I'm busy." Vern replied, glaring.
"S-sorry, sir, but it's an emergency! The prison is under attack!"
Vern rolled his eyes. "I am aware of that, that's why I set up the trap for them..."
"Sir... the attack initiated from the inside! Everything has turned to chaos! ...The prisoners are escaping!!"
"... ...I see. Well played." Vern turned to Pietro. "...Pardon me, I have a small matter to take care of." He got up from his chair and started towards the door, but then stopped and turned back to Pietro. "He is somewhere in this city. I know he is. His only way out would be by ship and even if he made it passed inspection, that would take him to Mordache. And that's not what he wants. He wants to take back his home. He is the one hindrance in my plans. If he finds a way to interfere and aid our Estarcian and Learanian enemies, then he could ruin everything. But that's why you're here. I expect great results." He turned back and left the room with the soldier.
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