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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 2:32 pm
A day had passed. So far so good.
Tiki hadn't eaten much- she hadn't been hungry. She felt tired, sure, but not sleepy. Her blood had been pumping ever since she was driven out of Eyris. Other then some irregular naps, she hadn't rested much. Hopefully this was far enough away from Eyris, though Tiki didn't know if the city limits extended to beyond the city itself or not.
There had been figures wandering around for a few hours. But she avoided them. To her knowledge, none of them saw her. It didn't matter weather or not they were looking to drive her further away. Tiki assumed it was best not to take the chance. They seemed to be doing something rather single-minded anyway.
As the sun began to set, Tiki began to pick up sounds of a struggle. Still quite faint from where she was. But she didn't know what was going on. And if it was potentially dangerous, it was best to get a view of them before they could see her.
She tried to get to a higher spot to examine the ruckus from afar, eventually coming to a clearing she had found some some time earlier.
There were signs of a battle some distance away. That was for sure. But what was much more striking was the sight of an enormous fire dragon ascending into the sky. It looked different from the ones she knew... but that was a small thought in the back of her mind as she watched the dragon unleash a spread of fire onto the nearby mountain. It seemed like it had a goal in mind...
Tiki knew that it would be an awful idea to get closer to fighting. But boy, was she curious. She wouldn't change form yet. She had to hide. But perhaps she would get a little bit closer...
((Correct me if I'm doin it wrong. I will kill this post if it is misplaced)) Believe in yourself. wink
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:53 am
[[Okay totally ignore what account this is on it should be Faceless Soldiers but Gaia's an a** right now and won't let me log off o___o]]
The arrows were still flying as the battle continued, apparently ceaseless. The bandits' resources seemed to be neverending as more and more warriors appeared to take their turns at killing the Learanians. Roy hadn't taken quite as long with getting rid of the dead body weighing down his sword as the two bandits might have liked, but they had least been able to approach a good distance without interruption. He was running at them now, sword gripped in his bloody hand.
The first bandit grinned, lifting his axe. He swung out and released simultaneously, and the art was sent in an arc towards Roy, spinning around itself as it moved. It aimed right for his gut, which would hopefully force a dodge to one direction as the bandit's buddy charged forward. As Roy would make his move, the bandit would strike, swinging his sword powerfully at the boy's face. An eye for an eye, as some men would say.
The bandit couldn't help but grin as his attack finally landed! He pursued his prey, swinging powerfully at the boy's face. He dodged and parried, but he couldn't help but chuckle and push back, forcing them both away from each other. He was certainly nimble as he dodged all those arrows. The bandit tried to approximate his motions, but one of the arrows gashed along his side in the process. He grunted, but he kept pushing forward. It was ironic, really. Finally get an attack off, and... get parried and speared through the gut. It was a painful way to go, really. He let out a grunt of pain, eyes sliding closed as he collapsed forward.
The bandit dealing with Ciela, meanwhile, wasn't exactly having a good time of it. His initial attempts at dealing with this damn rat only gave him a pretty good bite mark down his right cheek, and blood dripped to his jawbone and fell to the ground as he shoved the torch in her face. The fire had dimmed a bit from being dropped to the grass, but with more than enough flames raging around them, it was fairly easy to get it back up and going. "Stay down this time, you little runt!" He moved again to try and catch her fur ablaze when there was a deep growl, and then very abruptly he couldn't use his arm anymore with a blast of pain, the torch hitting the ground. The bandit snarled at Grave as he paced away from them, his own leg dripping blood from the cut he'd received. "You b***h, I oughta--" he snarled. He lifted his sword and swung at Grave, once then twice, again and again. If Ciela were to get close, he would only swing at her to knock her back before aiming at Grave again. Not very smart, of course, but then again, you lose use of your arm and say if you're going to act very rationally.
Radboud was laughing at Abel's exclamation. "S'what I jus' said, ain't it, kid?" he grinned. He spun his sword once in his hand before lifting his large sword and parrying the blow that Abel slung at him. He stepped back rather than let his blade follow the movement of his opponent's attack, however. That would only open him up to attack. And now wasn't the time to get his blood flowing. No, only his. Radboud's eyes seemed to light up at this prospect. Or perhaps it was the torchlight, reflecting in his irises.
"Is tha' the best y'can do, boy?" Radboud demanded, laughing again. He grinned wickedly. As Abel aimed to run him through the abdomen, Radboud swung his sword down and against Abel's to force the tip against the ground. Abel's sword was surprisingly powerful for its size, and the boy had more wits about him than he might have initially believed, but his attacks were still surprisingly basic. Simple. That wasn't nearly enough. "I wan' ya t'a' leas' try t'no' die while I have my fun!"
Radboud leaned in a little, and the wickedness on his face glinted with insanity, the kind of look that could send fear shuddering down most men's spines. "I wan' t'see y'writhe in pain an' beg fer mercy 'fore I end yer misery. So make this fun fer me, boy." With that, he leaped back and lifted his sword up again, holding it in a parry before him.
"So c'mon, boy! Show me wha' y'can really do! I wan' t'enjoy this!"
Through it all, the arrows continued to shower down upon the battlefield. Any area more thickly populated, whether it be by bandits or Learanians, was a more prominent target, as well as any area with more light. Those with wings or weak constitutions were probably going to need to find shelter, and fast, especially as those archers who hadn't already been swept away by the Fire Dragon's blazing Flametongue were already beginning to migrate to safer grounds before returning fire upon the landscape.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:35 pm
 For a few days now, the people of Eyris had been avoiding a certain masonry shed on a certain street on the outskirts of the city. Nobody knew who owned it, and nobody was really sure if the banging noises from inside it were quite... natural. The noise hadn't stopped for days, and only halted a few pauses at night. The noise was incessant.
This did not make it any less of a shock when the forged-iron latch, hinges, and bolt finally gave way under the barrage and threw the heavy oaken door ten feet into the street. Out of the dust emerged a sight that sent every citizen in view running in terror. An enormous man loomed out of the shed, snarling, tired, with snarled hair and murderously offended eyes.
Wearing a mini-skirt.
It probably did not help that he then transformed into an hulking red lion, but that was beside the point. He seized a ham hock from a nearby cart (nobody protested), devoured it in starvation, and made for the nearby gate.
All he knew was that the people who drugged him in the middle of the night and put him in the shed would pay. The miniskirt, unfortunately, was not part of the equation. He wasn't sure if Isadora had done that, or what had happened at all. He was sure, however, that whoever had put him in a cramped shed for the better half of a week wouldn't be around very much longer.
The scent of soldiers,and fire filtered over the edge of the city. That would be a good place to start. Skrimir bounded away, slammed through the spare patrol at the city line, and cut sharply into the darkened forest. Ah, now this was his element-- space, trees, ground. Not some small, uncomfortable structure...
A mountain was on fire. Aha, a very good start. Skrimir felt the forest floor tear under his paws, the sight of a battle-- Yes! A battle! Finally!-- just ahead.
He let loose a good roar, just to get the voice going. But he didn't expect a hidden lump in the leaves before him to scream in the voice of a little girl.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 1:44 pm
Roy approached the two bandits, though had to stop in his tracks and evade an axe that the bandit had thrown at him. Jeez, that was dangerously close. He barely evaded that with a sidestep. He wasn't given any time to strike back though, as the bandit's friend had reached him and swung towards his face. Uh oh.
Roy brought his sword up to try to stop the strike, but it was a powerful swing. He needed both hands on the weapon, and so his free hand went to support his sword hand. Unfortunately for him, the blood on his hand from the stab earlier caused the sword to slide about in his hand. Though he was successful at pushing the blade away, it wasn't without damage. Though it wasn't fatal or inhibitory, the gash below his eye did hurt quite a bit. His blood eventually mixed with the first bandit's blood that had splattered on his face earlier.
The redhead moved his free hand away from his sword before taking a step forward and pressing it against the side of the bandit's head. With a twist of his hips and a strong push, he forced a collision between the tree right next to them and the bandit's head. Hopefully, he had put enough force into it to at least stun the bandit enough, or knock him out at best. He couldn't stay distracted with this guy for long. After all, there was still that bandit who threw the axe at him to contend with.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 2:43 pm
The absolutely debilitating shock of the roar had almost sent Tiki tumbling down the hill. She yelled nervously, and abruptly jerked forward, but mustered enough arm-flailing instinctive balance to catch herself and face the noise's source in the space of a second.
She screamed a shrill, terrified wail. She wasn't even really sure what she was looking at. It was some kind of gigantic, four-legged beast! A sharp-toothed monster had caught her unaware!
In a flash of impulsive defense, Tiki ceased her screaming and seized the small glowing stone beneath her shawl. A look of determination crossed her perplexed expression as a bright light exploded from between her fingers and engulfed her form.
Within the moment, the light began to fade. And before it's sleek, white form could be fully made out, the divine dragon stomped hard in her place and shot back at the beast with a grand roar of her own.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 8:51 pm
→ → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → →
 Abel glared at Radboud as the bandit taunted him. He wasn't going to let mockery coerce him into acting recklessly. After Radboud leaned in, Abel reacted by lifting his left leg and plunged inward to knee the bandit in the gut. The hit didn't land, but it did force the enemy back.
After balancing his footing again, Abel raised his broadsword as he began to run towards Radboud. He wasn't planning on giving the bandit time to take it easy. However, a sudden zipping arrow forced Abel to skid to a halt and jump back. He looked towards the woods where the arrow had just come from and swiftly lifted his broadsword. A pair of arrows knocked against the blade and recoiled back before falling into the dirt. "...Tch! Somebody, I could use some cover!"
He knew that standing there to wait for somebody to lend a hand would result in either an injury that could have been avoided or his own death. If people really did believe in the motto of "Together We Ride" then somebody would react. Then again, nobody had lit a torch yet, either. Abel had to wonder how others were able to see. He was only able to because of the fire the smaller red dragon had lit with his breath. But in any case, Abel realized that no arrows had come at him while he was in actual close combat with Radboud. The archers were obviously being careful to not hit their leader. Once Abel got back to Radboud, he wouldn't have to worry so much about arrows. He also had a feeling that somebody would come help.
Abel began to run again after the arrows hit the ground. He held his blade as a shield against more arrows that attempted to ward him from reaching the bandit leader. When in reach, Abel swung the broadsword as he ran passed Radboud. Both attackers wielded heavy swords and had decent strength behind their attacks. The collision of metal would cause both to become unbalanced for a moment. Abel looked up to see how his enemy recovered as he strained to quickly hold his blade in front to block any sudden attack.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 7:57 am
O Father Sky, Mother Earth...
I pray that you give me strength. ↣ ↣ ↣ Sue ↣ ↣ ↣  As Sue continued to fight on in the battlefield, she could have sworn she heard a noise. A voice. It was someone whom was calling for aid, but in this darkness, it was impossible to see them! What if she was too late already? Then again, maybe not. The nomad trooper hadn't heard the sounds of that voice letting out its last gasps, only the clashes of a sword against another weapon.
So, her instincts drove her forward, and as she went on, two figures battling became a little bit more visible. Out of surprise, Andre weaved out of the way of a couple of arrows. "Snipers and archers, but where..." Sue thought, as her eyes searched around the dark forest for clues as to where they could be hiding. When another arrow flew, this time in her direction, Sue managed to dodge it again, and pinpoint its direction. "There!"
Pulling back an arrow in her iron bow, Sue released it, and watched as one of the snipers fell from the tree. That was one arrow problem down, but many more to go. Riding forward a bit more, Sue noticed that arrows were focusing in a different target though: not her, at the moment. A rather familiar broad sword was lifted, trying to shield against them. A torch's light made it more than obvious who it was, an that he was fighting against a rather tough opponent!
Speeding forward, now with her iron sword in hand instead of her bow, Sue swiped at Radboud, and depending on what happened, he'd either get hit, or he'd lose his balance and lay the pressure off a certain Hero. While she didn't turn to face him, the nomad trooper still spoke to her ally that she'd come so swiftly (and faced risks) to uphold the motto Together We Ride. "Abel! I heard your call, are you all right? You shouldn't face such odds alone."<=|Nomad Trooper|==0 The path ahead shall not be
easy, but I must proceed!
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 11:04 am
Skrimir knew quite a few things about dragons-- one of which being that with hostile ones the rule for lesser men was to run first and ask questions never.
For lesser men, reiterated. Skrimir didn't subscribe to that sort of cowardice. He'd seen the Goddess war, fought dragons both Feral and completely sane and however this white one had appeared he didn't waste time. There were other dragons about that he could smell-- this one was simply part of the battle and if it wanted a fight it would get one!
Muscles aching from confinement, Skrimir lunged at the white dragon with all of his strength-- he knew what it could do to him if he missed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 11:14 am
The beast lunged for her. Without hesitation, Tiki lowered her head and shot forth a blast of Divine Fire towards where she guessed the beast would land. The green-hued flames licked and rose, but did not leave the ground beneath them flaming. No one could see it well in the dark, but all that remained was a line of blackened ash.
She would wait for the beast to react to her warning. With any luck, it would flee from the flames and leave her be. She kept her head low and her eyes focused, ready to respond again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 11:26 am
Fire!
The light bloomed in his vision, the heat instantly registering as deadly in Skrimir's mind. He'd had one too many brushes with flames in his day and the smell of smouldering fur and burnt paws was one he'd no wish to encourage. Midair, he twisted himself away from the blast, righting himself to rebound against a dark tree.
Ugh! Thankfully it was not a dire wound-- and the hair on his chest hadn't sizzled and cindered as he'd expected it to. The burn ached... but what of it?!
In the dim light, night and burning mountain through the trees, Skrimir stood his ground. He didn't recognize green fire, or this white dragon.
At night, his staring eyes glowed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 11:33 am
Tiki didn't respond either- She continued to stare, head lowered, eyes focused. She bore her teeth, a dull rumble escaped from her throat.
The beast seemed to respond in Tiki's favor. The blast did damage, not too much, but hopefully enough to intimidate it at least a little. But what now? It was just staring at her. It's eyes glowed eerily. But she wouldn't let that get to her. She was ready. What would it do next?
What would it do?
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 12:59 pm
 →→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me...Annis busied herself with trying to fight against the bandits that were appearing through the trees. If they could get rid of the enemies that arrived before they could get at the others, then hey, that would make things that much easier!
Her ankle was still in pain as she leaped at a nearby bandit, slashing wildly at his face and chest. He put up a decent fight, but by the time she had gotten him to fall--he was tougher than he looked--she had taken a decent blow to her left shoulder, and her breathing grew a bit more ragged.
Arrows were still flying. How many ******** archers were there? She screamed and leaped as an arrow flew right past her shoulder, barely avoiding her wing. She gripped at her left arm and started to run, slashing her knife out at a bandit she was passing; the attack had stunned him long enough for a red-headed boy to slam his forehead into a tree.
She started to move towards the bushes, assuming she could find safety there, and then suddenly there was a huge burst of green flame. Green flame. Annis screamed again, leaping back, and rolled to the side. There was another dragon. Another ******** dragon. Before she could even recover from the panic of nearly being blasted in the face, more arrows were flying in their direction, since that green fire flaring up twice now had provided some very nice light to go by.
Annis could feel her entire body shaking after the arrows had ceased falling in their particular location, gripping a new gash down her right arm. There were simply too many arrows for her to fight back effectively. She could barely see, she was hurt, and oh Goddess there were arrows everywhere and the fires were starting to get thicker. The flickering flames were enough to light up their specific areas, but it also provided a growing smoky atmosphere and her lungs were beginning to hurt. Her vision flickered in and out as she was alternately blinded by the darkness or able to peer through the falling night at her surroundings, and as her panic grew, a pained sensation began to stir deep in her chest, pressing on her lungs.
I can't die here. I can't die here! The sensation intensified, and her senses seemed to change, bringing a terrifying disorientation that only made the stirring explode out, and Annis' body was consumed by a sudden, bright green light.
A typical laguz learns to transform from a very young age. Their elders ease them through the process of transforming, of getting used to swapping between two radically different forms, how to maneuver and orient themselves quickly after shifting. It is a quiet, quick process, because it is mostly second-nature to laguz, needing only wisdom with things that do not come naturally.
For one who has never shifted, this is not the case.
Annis screamed as bones shifted, her body contorting to fit a foreign shape. Her arms and wings melded together. Her legs shortened and twisted, her feet splitting and re-forming to match the three-toed, clawed feet of the raven. Feathers erupted from her skin and her beak formed. Tail feathers burst out from behind, and with a burst of ancestral magic, the light faded. It left behind a large, sleek black raven, fumbling in pain and flapping her wings desperately to stay airborne.
To any onlooker, of course, it only took a few moments.
Dazed. Panicked. In pain. Vision was even worse.
Arrows. Arrows still flying. Coming from where? Could barely see in the darkness.
Fire towards the mountains. Glinting steel. Laughter.
Archers there. Get rid of archers.
The raven let out a murderous shriek, the sound reverberating through the nearby trees, and streaked through the night. The darkness provided cover for her, the black of her feathers blending with the darkness of the night, as she careened for the mountainous area where Rogvald and his archers had taken cover.  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: Sat Oct 02, 2010 1:24 pm
I fight for honor, for justice, for chivalry!
That will always be my only reason...~x -{Leon}- x~Justice's Crusader Leon heard, in surprise, how Rahkain seem to enjoy the battlefield as a place of meeting. When the Great Knight thought for a moment, of how eager he had been to come to this very battlefield though, maybe his own sentiments weren't too far off from that. "Eh, maybe yer a little right! It's a lil'... refreshin' when ya actually get out to fight, as opposed to sittin' there an' wonderin' how yer gonna strike the enemy!" Leon answered. Ironically enough, he soon after found himself blocking an enemy strike, before sending the brigand a distance away from him with a defensive swing of his axe.
"If ya can pick off some of these guys from a distance, I'll be glad to cover ya!" Leon answered Rahkain gleefully. In order to be quicker in dealing with his axe-wielding foes, the brunette put his iron axe on the side of Anri's saddle where he normally kept his spare weapons, and drew out an iron sword from a sheath at his belt. Already, he directed Anri to one of his enemies, striking swiftly with the iron sword right where it counted.
This was starting to get... Leon dare admitted, exciting. Being in a battle alongside his comrades, covering them, and watching his enemies fall before the skills that he'd learned from the various authority figures in his life (Dan's lance training, Isadora's sword training, and Large's lessons in dodging, for instance), and most of all, just finally taking action. Yes, it was a pure joy. Nothing in this world could have made Leon happier than helping the guild get through this ambush, and maybe even save their captive leader afterward, if the other group that had gone hadn't done so already.☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ The defeated can rise again...
and fight for what is right!
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 1:39 pm
Rahkain grinned at Leon's acceptance of his request. He sheathed his sword and got ready to shoot some arrows. A bandit was heading his direction, so he squinted in the darkness, aiming directly for the man's eyes and let loose an arrow, hitting the man square in the face.
With a smile, he shouted at Leon over the sounds of battle.
"That felt good. See what I mean? Can't wait to weed through these guys to get to Dogfart! I'm relishing the idea of skinning him." He patted the knife he uses to skin things, then put another arrow in his bow and aimed for another brigand. Something screamed. He glanced back to see that the raven girl had transformed. He took a moment to wonder how that must feel... Laguz were scary powerful in their beast forms... He went back to concentrating on ending brigands. Their numbers seemed to be thinning out quite nicely.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 3:28 pm
Ignis Draconis sum. Thema fabulae, thema apologi.c** igne sacrō, Flametongue, (prō amicīs pugnō) prō pace volō. Miliibus annīs supervivē, cicatricēs temporis possideō.
Mirate corpus meum, pinnās meās, ignem meum! Fire Dragon  So FD was killing lots of Archers with his Flametongue, because it’s super-effective super-fierce and, you know, lethal and stuff. Back in Tharis, FD couldn’t resort to using Flametongue to deal with the enemies, which slowed down how many enemies he could kill quickly, but that wasn’t a problem here. And while he was getting hit by the arrows, it essentially just caused the ‘tink’ sound you get when something does zero damage, except when arrows were fortunate enough to get between his scales so the poison seeped into his body. But the poison wouldn’t be a problem for a while. It was just entering his body at this point – FD paid it no attention. More important was eliminating lots and lots of Archers, which is what he was doing.
So if the Archers were scared shitless, they were right to feel that way. Some of them began moving, but it was quite futile to attempt to escape unless they were going to try to head downhill into the forest… where everyone else could deal with them in the clearing before they reached safety from the Fire Dragon in the trees.
As he was busy burninating more and more of the Archers, he picked up the presence of yet another dragon not far from where the battle was taking place. This intrigued him, but he was more concerned with dealing with the bandits first. And the more Archers he kept killing, the less there would be not just to attack him back, but to attack everyone else. And by this point, there should be a lot less Archers shooting those poison arrows then there were to start unless they had infinite reinforcements or some other logical explanation for an immense number of Archers or something :/ (and maybe there is)-----------  Crap! It seemed like everyone was in need of healing. Blythe was just one person. And here Blythe was just trying to avoid getting hit! The raining arrows were NOT helping, and it also occurred to him that if he did heal someone, the light his staves produced around whoever he was healing would make them a very clear target in this darkness. Alas, not healing them would be worse yet! Still, it was quite a dilemma.
Leon and the other guy provided good cover for him from the bandits of the forest at least. Then it occurred to him that the man who was paying the bill for this battle, Roy, was injured. Blythe wouldn’t be able to safely get close to him to use his Heal staff on him, but that’s what Physic is for. The Troubadour drew out the staff and quickly channeled its energies towards the red-headed swordsman, unfortunately bathing him in light, but also giving him the edge of having his injuries healed. If Roy could quickly move from where he was or something to make up for the light that had been cast on him, then it would all be worth it.
Blythe had to stay in place to work however, and just as he was ready to move again, a horrendous screeching pierced the air, and distracted by seeing the Raven transform (he was NOT used to seeing people transform, and it caught him off guard every time he saw it) earsplitting fascination was met with injury and an arrow struck his side! Blythe didn’t only know how to react to the sudden pain, doubling over against Cesario’s neck, but he wouldn’t exactly be able heal himself with his staves. Healers can’t work on themselves. He’d need to get over the pain, and fast, so he could do what he was there for.
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