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 Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 7:20 pm
What was that racket in the beast pens? Cursing, the newer soldiers were sent to deal with the commotion, nervously drawing to the beast pens and peering into them, wondering what it was that had startled the massive Arwa beasts. Their beast master cracked a whip, but the soldiers sent to help remained hovering around the pens, nervous, for the Arwa were so large that getting loose, they could demolish the camp in their panic.
Thankfully, they seemed to calm easily enough, under the orders of their master.
However, with manpower attracted away from the captive pens, there were few soldiers to witness the scuffle that resulted in Naevius, the daughter of the king's cousin, being dragged and held at ransom. Word would move fast, but for the time being only those few in the vicinity who had witnessed it knew what had happened, and the outcry that erupted was attributed more towards the roars of the still angered beasts, and thus dismissed by those soldiers still lounging around their fires and in their tents.
For now, the captives were undetected by the camp at large - but their luck won't hold for long.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 10:17 pm
 Nkole - Prentice Location On the outskirts of camp. Being stalked... Post 2 The young Oban man hardly felt as if he could sit in one place for long. Too be honest he was quite anxious about the battle starting, He passed by the prisoners only taking in a small snicker to help ease his own tensions. There were so many of them he couldn't help but wonder if there were any left to fight against. This was a naive thought to be sure, but he foolishly allowed himself this brief comforting idea pacify him as he wandered, perhaps a bit too far from camp, to take in his surroundings. Many things plagued his mind, like why they were waiting around when they should just attack the enemy.
Not that he would normally question his fathers tactics but now being apart of the war he wished it would just be done with. There was too much of this new place he wanted to observe, and with slaves in tow that would be a more comfortable experience. Looking over his shoulder he heard some commotion coming back at the camp. Was someone foolish enough to be attacking? Too far to really know what was going on he didn't realize there were eyes watching his every move and counting for him to make a stupid mistake.
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Orpheus Solon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 10:21 pm
Rishima - Amazon/Tale Scout Location: Outskirts of the Oban camp with Jerarda and Gerraden, Stalking Nkole Post: 6 (reposting with a dice roll) Rishima looked across the Oban Camp as they got closer and he found himself for a moment in awe of it. So many people seemed to have gathered and even from where he was standing at the moment with Jerarda and Gerraden he could see those massive beasts of theirs. It had taken everything that their army had to just take down one of them but they still seemed to have two more at their beck and call that he could see. Not to mention what else might be hidden within their camp. Squatting down low his mismatched eyes scanned from side to side across the camp before he glanced toward the others, "What do you think? Should we circle around, get a good look from all sides? See what they might be hiding in there?" There was that part of Rishima that wanted to go racing in, to save their people from whatever the Obans might be doing to them, but he couldn't do that yet. They needed to gather information, to learn more about the Obans, and to do that they had to remain quiet and unseen. Besides, others of their group had gone rushing ahead into the camp and unless things went South fast for them it should be fine for the group he was with to gather information by sneaking around the perimeter of the camp. It was as he was able to push up from where he was squatting when he spotted movement, that of an Oban near to the edge of camp. His antennae gave a twitch before he turned to look at the others, struggling for a moment with the idea that came to mind, before he said, "If we capture him we will be able to get information from him, he's been inside the camp and will know how things are set up." He hated to suggest such at thing but it wasn't as though this were the first time that he had captured Obans and brought them back with him. Not something that he wanted to become known for but if it was something that might help in ending this battle sooner then later then he'd do it. He could only hope that Jerarda and Gerraden didn't end up looking down on him for acting in the same manner as the Obans were but if it would get them the information that they wanted then he'd deal with the repercussions. It was the price for the rank he had, he couldn't just carry the rank and not do what was necessary to deserve it, "I understand if you don't want to come with me." He said before he started to slip forward toward the one he meant to grab.
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jayoku rolled 2 100-sided dice:
36, 8
Total: 44 (2-200)
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 10:24 pm
 Jerarda : Warrior. Location: With Rishima stalking Nkole post 5 Perching near Rishima she had a quiet and stern gaze about her face. Her spear clutched in her hand as they observed the enemy she couldn't help but shake off the feeling that this was just a diversion. That the people here were only to make them think that this was where the war was going to take place. She couldn't however disregard the fact they did have hostages. Why though? Were they planning on bargaining with them? Maybe convert them to their side? The amazon pondered these things as she looked down below. From where they were they had a good vantage point as the Oban's didn't seem to think people would come from the trees.
Looking over to Rishima as he spoke to hear and gestured towards a lone Oban who seemed to have wandered out a bit too far from the camp she nodded her head. There would be risks if they didn't get him and silence him right away. It would alert the entire camp of their presence, but it would be useful to have one on their side they could question.
Noting the strange hilted dagger at his side she pointed to it whispering to Rishima, "You think he is someone important? That weapon sheath looks rather fancy." She managed with a frown as she went about to follow Rishima knowing that time for talking would end fairly quickly.
 Gerraden - Swordsman Location: With Rishima stalking NkolePost: 5 Grumbling or at least trying to NOT grumble as he was forced to travel several steps behind Rishima and Jerarda. Though he knew that they were out here to scout he couldn't help but feel as if the entire scenario was unfair. It was childlike reasoning, but one he couldn't quite shake off. As they had stopped to look around and Rishima had spotted the Oban who had been too far from camp he had barely been able to contain himself as he wanted to go forth and capture the guy for Rishima's sake. He took a eager step forward and unfortunately onto a rotten branch, which cracked ominously under his weight. Swearing in his own mind he quickly moved off the branch so that he wouldn't cause himself and the branch to fall. Gerraden felt foolish as he could of blown their cover and alerted the Oban to their presence. His face was red from embarrassment and he mouthed a silent apology to Rishima and expected a backlash from Jerarda.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 10:35 pm
Nkole - Prentice Location On the outskirts of camp. Being stalked... (not rolling because I WANT him caught) Post 3 Rubbing his temples the young man felt as if perhaps he needed to head back to the camp. The energy was still running high but under a capped lid. It felt as if things would boil over soon if they didn't put the hostages in their place. What he didn't understand was if they were going to turn them into slaves anyway...why not just treat them as such now? Rolling his eyes he went to adjust his clothing, and finally the weapon at his hip.
He stiffened as the sound of something cracking filled the air and he lifted his gaze cautiously towards the canopy. His untrained eyes spotted nothing out of the ordinary. The bows of tree's swayed with the shifting winds and leaves would drift down every once in awhile. Nkole held his breath a moment before shaking off the feeling he was being watched. It was likely an animal. That was what he told himself as he turned to start back to the camp.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 2:29 am
Saraf - prentice
Location: Near the prisoner's cage
Post: 7
Saraf was, to say the least, rather startled when things went from amiable chatting amongst the group to a rather dangerous situation in the blink of an eye. The fact that they would strike out against Naevius was something that caused him to go a bit wide eyed, finding himself wondering if they knew who she was. Was that why the Ice Tribeswoman went after her? Giving a hiss he lifted a hand to the sword that was on his back, resting his hand against the hilt, looking for an opening. While he had been rather pleased with the fact that he had captured that woman, and on his own no less, if it meant helping Naevius then he wouldn't hesitate to cut her down. There would be more chances at captives in the future, Naevius on the other hand was far more important then one solitary prisoner.
He wanted to lunge forward, to save his fellow Oban, but he knew that he couldn't do that. Were he to attack it might make the prisoner react violently. Teeth gritting he spat out, "Why am I not surprised that you'd strike out against the one person who was nice to you? You're nothing but a bunch of brainless savages. Do you think you are going to get away with this?" They were still surrounded, surely they didn't think that their demands were going to be met? For all of their people to be given their weapons and released? That was asking a bit much... what if their Captain or worse the General heard of this? Would they even consider going for it or would they sacrifice her? He found his mind racing between scenarios in an instant. If the enemy were to kill someone as important as Naevius it might cause even more of Oba to act, more soldiers, more war beasts, the whole of the army moving against the North. Strategically her death, making her a martyr, might actually appear appealing to some in charge.
As such he felt that they really needed to end this, sooner then later, or else that idea might come to more then just Saraf. He took a step forward... and then paused again when the giant of a Shifter came forward, seeming as though he were ready to aid, "Nerad and Essd damn the lot of you." He hissed between his teeth, his muscles aching with the desire to strike though he continued to hold back, not about to have Naevius's blood on his hand.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 2:40 am
Chalcedony - fortress Location: Captured Tents Post: 8 "So... we're starting now it seems..." Chalcedony murmured to himself, a bit startled by the Zenan woman's desire to act sooner then later. Sure, it would take the enemy by surprise but were they ready? He supposed that now that she was moving it probably didn't matter anymore if they were ready or not, the time for them to act had been decided. While it wasn't exactly the most ideal time, nor was it the best plan, he wouldn't leave the woman hanging. He'd come here to aid in the escape of the prisoners and no matter what that was what he was going to do. Taking in a deep, steadying breath he closed his eyes for a moment, picturing everyone that was waiting for him back home, his parents, siblings, his sons. He wanted to get back to them so he would have to do his best he thought to himself before he was moving forward to back Ethelfleade up. She'd given him his orders, after she took the important looking woman he was to come and back her up. She'd picked her target well as the nearby Obans seemed as though they were completely at a loss for what to do. The Zenan woman had given her demands, ones that involved saving and arming the lot of them. He wasn't sure of the odds of that happening but if he could just get his hands on his shield he'd be able to do so much more he found himself thinking. He wouldn't worry too much about it though, there were more important things that they needed to get back after all. Once he'd reached Ethelfleade he found himself counting those who had already noticed what they were doing. Not a lot of people quite yet but from the distant sounds his desire for a distraction might actually have come to fruition. Leaning in close Chal murmured near to her ear so the others wouldn't hear, "Once the gate is open I will take her so you can move more freely. We will need to make the exchange a quick one though so the Obans don't take advantage."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 7:56 am
DraconicFeline bye to Dyakia cause Ray has to make sure his almost sis-in-law is not caught. Nilah44 Ray is outside pen! He shall hold off guards while you and Chal get stuff done! Also, he sees Kel XD Orpheus Solon Ray says to just break the lock/door! Easier and will allow for more people to flee before  Rayolun: Prisoner in Captured Tent -- NOW OUTSIDE THE PEN FENCE! Post 7 (1/2)
Rayolun was going to take Dydakia back to the tent she'd been working in... when the plan went into motion too early for his taste and he saw a familiar figure lurking along the outside of the camp. Lasarra's sister! Spirits, he thought, she's almost out int he open! Doesn't that girl know how to hide?
"Sorry, looks like things are happening now Alkidike... I don't think we've got time to grab more stuff, you should be waiting and take the first chance to leave. Warn others too would you?" His hands were working while he talked, tearing cloth from his pant leg to wrap about a piece of leather from the stuff the blind one had brought back. A simple sling that he could use if need be.
He walked over to the edge of the pen, looked up at the fence and growled. He could climb this! It had slim hand holds which is more than some trees offered! He hadn't wanted to before since it would mean he'd be in plain view and easily captured or shot at but with a hostage he'd be able to get up and over before attacked... He slid his walking staff into his belt and quickly scaled the fence before flipping over and landing on his good leg on the other side. He quickly pulled out the staff: it would make walking easy.. and he could attack with it. Not lethally.. or at least not as lethal as his trident.
He had to keep their eyes over here and not behind them where Kelina was not really hiding. If she was there.. then perhaps there are other scouts about, he thought. It'll make this easier or harder.
He looked over at the broad guy. "Or you can leave the iceling to hold the noble hostage and break the gate open. I'll keep any away if they try to stop you." He looked at Ethelfleade. "If things go wrong, just slit her throat." He'd been there at Neued had fallen, he'd seen the death the first battle had brought: he had no pity or mercy for any Oban who was participating in the war.
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Aukai Oceansoul rolled 1 100-sided dice:
62
Total: 62 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:33 am
Tale Scout: Iroia: Post 9: Quartermaster to Captured Pens Well nothing at all exciting was happenening over here, very very boring. So boring she thought her eyes were going to cross pretty soon. A noise nearby sounded off and she twitched. Her eyes bolted to Ruelash and she glanced in the direction of the noise. Her eyes sparkling. Something interesting was going on over there...maybe they should go snoop around see if there was stuff to stick. She waggled her brows, and started to creep away slowly and carefully. Soon the Captured Pens came into view. And she grinned at the chaos. Now did they slink closer or just watch for a bit. If they were captured then there would be no one to save the new people captured. Iroia decided to wait as invisible backup.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 10:59 am
Chalcedony - fortress
Location: Captured Tents - outside the gate
Post: 8
Break the gate open? Chalcedony looked passed the Zenan and her hostage to the gate before him, starring at it for a moment, then turned his attention back to the one that gave him the idea. His eyes narrowed a little before he said to Ethelfleade, "Try to refrain from killing her if possible or we just sink to their level. I want to be able to face my sons when I get back." With that he planted a foot in the ground, dragging in a deep breath to steady himself. It was a moved it often used when fighting but normally there was a shield between himself and his target. No matter though, if he needed a moment to recover after his charge he had his fellow Shifter outside the gate, armed with that staff of his, ready to cover him. He could do this he thought to himself a moment before he pushed himself forward, racing toward the gated like a charging Mammu.
Chalcedony's shoulder collided with the gate, using all his strength and weight as he did so. The gate creaked, bowed, and then broke open in front of him leaving to roll a short distance as his feet got tangled up due to the collision. Ah well, at least the gate had been opened and he had Rayolun there as back up. As his rolling stopped he pushed himself to one knee, rolling his shoulder to make sure that it was still in working order. Sore, but it wasn't so bad that he couldn't tolerate it for now. He could always get it healed later he thought to himself as he forced himself to his feet, lifting his fists up in a defensive pose, ready to brawl with any Oban interested in taking him on. Not as though it would be the first time he'd fought with his fist after all, in fact he'd trained to fight in this manner in case he was ever without his trusty shield just as he was now. The gate was open, now was the time for everyone to try to make their escape if possible.
"It's time to go." He said over his shoulder, ready to hold his ground if it meant buying time for those held in the cage behind him. It was the job of a fortress after all to defend others, it was why he chose a shield instead of a sword.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 11:28 am
E T H E L F L E A D E Fleade didn't know what she would do if she didn't have the two shifters to help her out. She nodded subtly as Chal gave her advice. He was right, of course, and she never would have even thought of a plan such as this if it wasn't necessary. Internally, she balked at having to actually hurt the young woman but she would do as needed. Fleade was glad that the injured shifter was on the other side to back up the big one when he broke through the fence. "Give him your weapon." She said ordering the one who had been with the important. It was difficult to keep her hands still so she wouldn't hurt the one she was holding. "You want to stay safe, you stay still and do as I say." She whispered to the Oban woman. Her eyes narrowed at the one who had captured her. "We don't always have the luxury to do what we want. Especially when trapped inside a fence like a zoo!" Her voice took on the mean tone again. Now if she could just get that one then she might not balk so much. It was getting to the point to where she was gripping the arrowhead so hard it had started cutting into her own hand, but the pain was helping to center herself at least.
location: Captured Tents | Post count: 9
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
95
Total: 95 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:14 pm
Ruelash – Ice Knight
TALE CAMP SCOUT: Quartermaster Tent to Beast Pen to OutskirtsWhere there was nothing happening here. He glanced to Iroia just before the commotion started, before following her gaze. When she left, he nodded, but instead of following her, he slipped towards the beast pens. What was happening there sounded like the potential for something major. Iroia was a smart person. More, she was a person. Ruelash was sure she could handle herself. But what interested him was the beasts as they prowled and roared restlessly. They were the self-same beasts that had crushed the battlefield flat last time, and killing one would be quite a prize. Still, even Ruelash knew his chances of taking one out himself, with another one and all these soldiers to deal with, was very low. But what if the beast got out, and used its big stompy feet on the obans? Ruelash grinned. That would be a great plan, what with all these people about. A delightful plan. Now he would just have to figure out how to do that, because the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it done... But what would be the best way to do it? Clearly, something had startled the beasts, and so they were on edge. Anything could drive them back up again, he bet, and so what if he threw a dagger at them? He did have daggers. They weren't likely to do much, but he didn't need them to. He just needed to startle the beasts again. Then again... This was Ruelash. He wanted to kill. He had another idea: it wasn't the BEST way, but it was the FUN way. He drew one of the daggers at his side - not his swords, those were not very throwable - and, with a flick of the wrist, sent it towards the beastmaster. Before he even knew if his dagger had met his mark, he was moving again, on his way to a new hiding place so that the Obans wouldn't find him... Not when they were ready for him anyway. He'd find them later.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:27 pm
BarAmal – post 1/2
Location: captured tents under NPC watch.
BarAmal wondered for a moment why the world was spinning. Then he realized it wasn’t the world that was spinning just his head. He remembered striking at the guard, others had come right? His fingers ran over several newly tender areas as he turned his head. There was a guard watching him closely. There didn’t seem to be too many other guards around but right now it was hard to tell with his right eye swelling shut on him. He considered trying to talk about the girl who had been dragged off again but judging from the look on the guard’s face BarAmal knew he wasn’t going to get far. Cradling his head in his hands he let out several long slow breaths feeling the circle of despair start to overwhelm him. He had gotten a nice girl dragged off by trying to get information to plan an escape. He couldn’t even keep his word to a scared little prentice who had fled Neued for his life. BarAmal had even insulted the boy and made him feel worse on a day when he had already lost so much. Not only that but for all that was known his own father could be and likely was now dead. Leaning over BarAmal fell to the side and just left his head lay in the dirt. He felt like throwing up and giving up. The light hurt, but maybe that was because he felt like all the light had been burned out in his heart. He was alone and it was pointless to resist because when he did others were just getting hurt. Sighing he closed his eyes and wondered how long it was going to take for the captain of the guard to come and kill him. Really having a foolish prentice attack a guard was a sure way to sign one’s own death warrant. He wouldn’t beg though. BarAmal still had some pride left even if his head was swimming and his body didn’t want to move anymore.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:50 pm
Nuawahn – Wind Healer (Conscript)
Healing Tents: Brain is doing odd things
Nuawahn's head only became worse as commotion broke out. Between the beast's roars and the people making noise, he could barely focus on the potions. And when he managed to focus, a single upsetting thought kept intrudint: how everybody seemed so mean now, even the people who weren't supposed to be mean. Even Oggie.
It wasn't just his head; he felt sick and things wobbled in his vision. Feeling thirsty, he got himself a drink of water under supervision from the hawk-like healer who ran the tent, but it did little to help the pain.
Which was now everywhere, starting in his head and echoing in waves of misery throughout his body. He was not well, and he needed to lie down, that much he knew, but where? Not the cots – the healer had scolded him when he'd tried to even sit down: The cots were for Obans, not for him.
Well, it was clear – as much as anything was right now, (which – including his vision – was murky) – that the Obans had done something to make them mean, something that hadn't happened to him. Or had it? Was that why he felt so off?
Maybe if he made himself a headache medicine, he would feel better and be able to think about a way to reverse whatever horrible thing had happened! Surrepticiously, warily glancing at the healer, he selected a few herbs and began to mix them together... he only needed one dose for himself.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 5:36 pm
Dyakida – Alkidike Artisan (Prisoner)
Oban Camp: Escaping??!! With AchylsHer hands were forced – gently – over the curves of horns, and a sharp, insistent bark got her attention. Achylys hadn't gone, and Dyakida found herself grateful for his not obeying her as things began to happen very very quickly. Before she knew it, her mere tools, barely usable as weapons, had sparked a fire of hope in the hearts of the people around her. It seemed that Ethelfleade had a plan – a good one, one that seemed to be working... for the time being, though, Dyakida held back, wanting to be sure she wasn't running into her death, or some such thing. Worst, that she would run into a wall. Then she remembered Achylys, and, feeling the hard horn under her hand, grasped it. “Lead the way,” she whispered, trusting the Radaku to at least lead her away from the main action. Following him, she was not surprised to be taken outside... but to where. To escape? To a dead end? She did not know.
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