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 Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:35 am
(you'd be 4 or 5 hours late)
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 9:46 am
((i'll talk to ren about maybe pushing it back an hour our 2))
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 10:22 am
[That's fine with me, if it's fine with the rest of you. Just give me a time.]
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 10:39 am
((if we start at five he will only be about two hours late and with the way we've been posting he wont miss much.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 1:21 pm
(yeah and I'm going somewhere at 7 so... yeah... can't wait for that)
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 1:23 pm
((i don't know what to do then. ren needs to get back on and decide. brb))
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 1:50 pm
[Ugh, I don't know xp . Seeing that the majority starts during the evening anyway. Let's start this at five so that Tak can get some action before he leaves.]
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 1:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:17 pm
((be back at 5:30-5:45 is))
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 3:14 pm
((OK i guess i'll get things started. I will post for my chars. after a post or two.))
After a long fight at the wooden gate the large glare arose from the gate going up in smoke. The spear men on the wall retreated back to the castle's siege gate as the flames continued the horsemen road back and forth along the burning wall waiting for their chance to attack. As for the spear men, they lined up in two groups on either side of the actual gate on the siege wall with their spears pointed outward ready for the next attack.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 3:39 pm
[Sorry, I would have put something up but my internet crashed again. I found a alternative method, so this disappearing act won't continue. Thanks again falkot.]
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:26 pm
((Well it seems we all just keep posting in here even though we have an OOC lol. Oh well... finally back home. Spent 12 hours in fackin Basic Training today for my new job... at least it was worth it. I am now an official MSO [Master Security Officer]))
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 6:32 pm
The battle had been quite taxing on Alexander: he was getting tired and his entire body was soaked -as well as stinking- of blood. No matter how hard he tried, even with the help of Dainne's bodyguards, the enemy's numbers didn't fault. Alexander's child metabolism was setting in and he needed a nap desperately or he would fall asleep during the fight. Alexander stood wheezing on top of the chest of a fallen enemy and as the man choked on his own blood, Alexander finished him by sending one of his levitating daggers into his throat. A few more gurgles and blood spitted from the man's mouth; he died. Alexander got more blood on his cloak and was disappointed on how this could be his final day of life as three other soldiers focused on him to make the kill. Alexander had nothing left in him, this was the end...
Grog and Sylvan busted out from the dungeon expecting the people in the castle to immediately taker notice, but rather something else had the castle inhabitants in an uproar. This was the perfect chance for them to escape and they made sure of this by levitating up to the wall of the castle. However, their plans were cut short by the view they both saw before them: War. Nothing the council told either of them hinted at any tensions of war; had the Dakrim rulers kept secrets from the Tou? That was a danger to begin with. Most secrets that were deadly to any alliance or treaty were supposed to be shared by Tou Law, but the law technically was only a guideline to prevent these occurrences. If this was indeed an unforeseeable event, the army against Dakrim could well be of mercenary origin.
"Two days in a dungeon and this place goes to hell in a basket..."
Grog didn't like war; so much needless killing and violence for unjust causes like religion and power, it never seemed to make sense. War was a natural part of humanoid society and this battle was a pure example. The Tou thought they above war, but in reality Tou had more wars on their history then most other kingdoms including the Orc War history. Grog knew there was no way beyond them; they needed to fight.
"Aw, you preach too much! This is a fine time to get your knuckles bloody with someone else's blood!"
Sylvan loved war; the death, the slicing of flesh, the crushing of bone, it all sounded like music to Sylvan. She however only approved of non-Tou War due to how funny it was on how non-Tou handled their conflicts. Sylvan was unaware of wars previous in Tou history and just assumed he Tou were above it; how boring was what she thought. Before Grog could mutter another word, Sylvan jumped in and started to make a gliding descent. Grog wondered why; she always just liked to watch battles, but then Grog saw it too; a Tou Elder was being assaulted on the field of battle. Grog could only guess why an Elder Tou was here in Dakrim and Grog also couldn’t tell if this Tou was even an Elder; the eldest Tou wore black robes, this one had a crimson blend. Grog was quick to follow Sylvan and they both landed in front of the Elder Tou to defend him.
As death seemed to linger closer in the form of the three soldiers charging, Alexander's mind was occupied with a thousand thoughts per second it seemed, always about his friends. Despite how long it took for Alexander’s friends to react to this assault, he couldn’t help but still feel a connection to them as symbols of his new life. Alexander was happy even with door closing in; happy to know he would die a free person and not a slave. As the oncoming attack seemed inevitable, a orange blur came from the sky and descended on one of the soldiers, the sounds of a blade cutting into the man's chest and throat apparent. The other two soldiers continued to charge past their fallen comrade, but they two were knocked back by something more percept by the Tou eye. A chubby child in brown descended from the sky and somehow knocked both of the soldiers back with a punch and a kick, seemingly something impossible for a child. Alexander struggled to walk forward to talk to them, but he collapsed from exhaustion. Before he hit the ground, the boy in brown was there to stop Alexander's face from hitting the dirt by grabbing Alexander's shoulders. Then a red headed girl came from the right and helped the chubby kid lift him up. Alexander would have to thank them later; he needed to rest...
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 9:19 pm
"Very well, that is a good idea. I suppose I will have to stay here. Wandering about the castle wouldn't be good for me anyway." She gave her son a half smile and looked back down at the board. The chess pieces made her feel unhappy, because there were so few of them. She knew it wasn't a rational feeling, but it couldn't be helped. Things were getting to her lately, she was losing her hold. Unfortunately, she also knew that time wouldn't slow just for her, and fate wouldn't be any less cruel on her. In the high heavens, her title meant nothing.
So she would go on. At least Cyrith didn't know about those days.
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