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 Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:52 pm
Something From Nothing While Guard captains and crew had been sent out various cities, to defend them, the Guard Commander had been given a different task. Hours had passed since Pentheus had been declared fallen. It was conceivable that bandits may have continued on to other places of the country. In other words, villages were in danger. Vaida's task was simple: patrol the countryside and wipe out any bandits she came across. And thus the rest of the wyvern brigade left the capital. Any guild members that decided to come along hitched rides. As the patrolling group went on, they would eventually spot a group of bandits attacking a small village, east of the lake. There was nothing special at all about the village. It was just by chance that the bandits decided to attack that particular village. But the Learanian force had a job to do. They would need to take out the invading bandits quickly, before the citizens of Tharis perished. And then Vaida blew s**t up.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:12 pm
I've been blessed with the gifts of the gifts of the
Lady Saint, so show me some respect! It's not
every day you find a rarity like me.₪Victoria₪  The message was spreading ever quickly amongst the guild members, that chaos was once again afoot. Victoria already had her staffs and magic tomes packed before she even thought of following the fierce winged brigade to deal with the bandits whom were causing trouble around the small town of Tharis. Although Vaida and her wyvern riders were nothing to be messed with, she thought that no doubt, they would need a sturdy staff and a bit of magic on their side. She was the one for the job, and at the moment, the servant of Elimine saw no other magic users lining up for this rather dangerous mission.
Before she knew it, the wyvern brigade was in the air. As she took a seat behind one of the riders, the bishop shut her eyes to not see that terrifying sight of the ground just sinking below. She should have been proud to be here with them, and yet... Victoria scowled. "Of all places, why did those bandits choose this village... a village without a skilled healer that I had to make a few house calls to! Why must they chose to harm others to be satisfied?"
Not finding any answers to her mind's questions, Victoria concentrated on... whatever she did, not looking down. It wasn't often that she chose to travel by air, but Captain Vaida of the Castle Guard would not allow anyone to travel on foot when the wyvern riders could carry them and allow the group as a whole to move faster. If she were lucky, they would land soon instead of soaring in the sky.
It didn't take long for her to see the bandits whom were running amok. Seeing them wave their weapons about like savages, some with torches, others with bows and/or axes, just terrorizing people was enough to make anyone just want to make them pay for what they were doing. The holy bishop clutched her Divine tome with one hand, while making sure to hold on as tight to the wyvern rider transporting her as possible to avoid a nasty fall. As soon as Vaida gave the order, Victoria was going to unleash a righteous fury of the likes no one ever seen before. ΘжElmine's LightжΘ
If you are my ally, fear not, for healing is
on your way! If you're my enemy, you'll
be purged, and dead you shall stay.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:44 pm
ABIGAIL AND WESLEY_____________________Your minds are closed._█████████████████████████████▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xx
Open your imaginations....XXXXXXXX Hitching rides, indeed. It was not on the backs of mighty steeds that the twins rode into battle- indeed, they really weren't a part of the army to begin with, really. No, none of the commanders would recognize them, and the green-haired boy that had promised them their freedom in return for their obedience was nowhere to be found. And so they went slinking along as they always had, getting into one of the supply carriages before settling in and enjoying the rest of the ride to Tharis and beyond.
They weren't all that prepared, really- after a quick faked promise to the druid that had captured them and a few minutes of wandering, Abigail and Wesley had heard the blessed news upon the wind as droves of soldiers and mercenaries readied themselves to fend off the bandits assailing them. While the ordinary citizens of Learania grimaced at such a task, the twins shared a secret smile, locked hands, and had seen fit to jump into a carriage posthaste.
It wasn't even as if the weapons they were carrying were theirs, either- but surely their previous owners would forgive them. After all, with one of those knives, Abigail had carved an extra-long smile into his face! So, whether he wanted to be or not, the small brunette girl with a crimson cloak had left her mark on society once again. Wesley had to make due with a rusty sword, as he didn't dare let Abigail slice open more than two throats at once; without Mother to protect them (the cursed mageboy took her away, and Abigail's basket, too!), he decided to err on the side of caution and hold the sword across his lap.
Granted, they didn't expect the supply carriage to move so much slower than the wyverns! Had there not been a straggler in the ranks, the two wouldn't have been able to flag him down in time to make the journey. Strapped with bags of rations in order to make their 'wares merchant' story believable, they held on tight as the wyvern took them along for the ride. For all the man knew, they were two innocent children, there to provide a morale boost and extra rations for potentially starving soldiers in between bandit sieges. There was absolutely no reason for him to question the poor things- the ratty little children that only looked like they wanted to do good in the world.
The bandits looked oh so small from up in the sky! Torches were flaring, and though they couldn't hear their voices, the twins' minds filled in the blanks where the harsh sound of the wind drowned out the bandits' cries.
"Oh, look, brother! Look on them!" Abigail pointed downward, past the very pretty Bishop (she pushed aside the temptation of slitting her throat first, for the moment) and down to the bandits below. Her brother, sitting just behind her, laughed aloud, much to the surprise of the wyvern rider.
"Ah, yes! Filthy beasts, the lot of them!"
Completely unaware as to why the children were screaming such things, the rider let out a laugh himself.
"It's all right, children, I'll take care of them for you."
He couldn't understand why he heard them laughing behind him. xx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXX..Broaden your horizons.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 6:22 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  The news of the declarations of war from both Mordache and Sentria had come upon Eyris swiftly, like a judge’s sentence. FD was one of the first to learn of it, since his husband Nils had attended the meeting where it was first announced, who then told him. Apparently, the dragon-bard had been given the responsibility of looking after the citizenry of the capitol while the war was being waged in addition to defending it should the need arise, alongside the Lady Isadora. Obviously, the guild had been through a lot over time, having faced numerous challenges not just abroad but on their own turf. But whenever trouble came knocking on Learania’s doors specifically, it had never been a national force. And now to be facing two simultaneously? It was certainly a lot to take in at once, but it also required immediate action, as well – which was already happening.
FD was conflicted: on one hand, he wanted to stay in Eyris to be with Nils and assist his husband as best he could. But on the other, he believed that for someone with his abilities to not be using them in an already imminent battle would be irresponsible of him, especially considering all the battles that already seemed imminent. So what was the Fire Dragon to do? Ultimately, FD decided to accompany the Guard Commander, Vaida in searching the countryside for bandits and other threats. As a dragon, this group may very well have suited him best; he could keep up with all the wyvern units in the air, didn’t have to worry about hitching a ride with anyone, and should trouble fall on Eyris itself, he’d be closer to the capitol with this group than he would with any other so he could more promptly return to Nils if necessary.
The group happened upon bandits in a village called Tharis in their search and now had a job to do. Since the point was to defend the village, the Fire Dragon couldn’t blast the bandits dead with Flametongue willy-nilly, but he still had his claws to handle them with. Since simple bandits wouldn’t be a threat to him like they would to the villagers, FD descended to the ground along the outskirts of the Tharis, where plenty a bandit was congregated into a group before he went at it, clawing through their very bodies from one side to the other.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:12 am
I've been blessed with the gifts of the gifts of the
Lady Saint, so show me some respect! It's not
every day you find a rarity like me.₪Victoria₪ So the group of wyverns landed, and those whom were being carried on the backs of the fliers rushed to the ground, weapons at the ready. Victoria had a fresh Divine spell chanting under her breath, and by the time the bandit went to throw a hand axe at her, she lit off the powerful spell of light magic and fried him alive. Now that was the power of holy judgment. The Lady Saint did not take kindly to sinners whom didn't wish to repent, and Victoria herself could feel Elimine's rage channeling through her own light spells. For once, instead of thinking of healing someone, the bishop was focused on attacking any bandits that came near her or her allies. Earlier, she swore that she felt a chill, as if someone was staring her down... but she brushed it off. It was a battlefield, of course her enemies would give a chilling stare behind her back! Now was not the time to worry about that.
Already the bandits were screaming. Victoria observed her Learanian allies doing the exact thing that she was doing, descending upon the mostly axe-wielders with an untamed fury. "At least I'm not the only one that's deciding to go all out." She thought with a small grin on her face. Hearing footsteps behind her, Victoria turned around, lighting off another Divine spell just in time to stop an axe from slicing her in two. Strangely enough though, her spell was not what finished the savage brigand. It was something like... claw strikes...
Looking up, the bishop saw what really finished off most of the brigands in this very area. He was huge, red... and not someone that one would want to mess with if they knew what was good for them. Once or twice, believe it or not, Victoria had spoken to him. "Good to see you, wielder of the Flametongue!" The Elimine Bishop greeted him. "Though I do wonder where that sweet Bard is. I would appreciate his songs on the field... he has one that makes me able to strike critical places much better." ΘжElmine's LightжΘ
If you are my ally, fear not, for healing is
on your way! If you're my enemy, you'll
be purged, and dead you shall stay.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 7:06 pm
It is said that as many days as there are in the whole journey,
so many are the men and horses that stand along the road,
each horse and man at the interval of a day’s journey;
and these are stayed neither by snow nor rain nor heat nor
darkness from accomplishing their appointed course with all speed.~Lorelei~
 Somewhere between dispatch and destination, a lone contract courier looked down and saw her load of cargo slowly careening down to the ground. The bundle of envelopes fluttered almost gracefully before it shrank to almost a pinprick, and then vanished into distance altogether.
Lorelei, an honest girl, had been taught to never swear or curse, but it was looking like a good day to start. Thankfully, nothing fragile had been entrusted to her-- the load was no more than mundane mail, and could be recovered on the ground.
She'd lose time, but that was it-- maybe more if it landed in mud or trees. But either way, she gave Cyrano his head, opened her heels, and tilted back to begin her descent. She'd spiral down (lean left, she thought), pick up the mail, and be on her way.
Easy. It would pay decently, too.
The first moments of gliding down were calm, unremarkable. It was only when the trees were directly beneath her when she saw it.
A huge dragon, broken buildings, brigands, fighting and--
A net managed to reach her-- she'd strayed too close to the ground. Lorelei cried out, flailed, and that only made it worse for her pegasus. Cyrano spooked badly, but his wings were fouled and he dropped like a stone to earth. Lorelei, by herself, managed to avoid being crushed under her mount's bulk. But soon, she found several pairs of unfriendly eyes staring at her.
She was now, to them, a catch.
Lorelei, and her grounded pegasus gave similar reactions: panic. Cyrano bucked. Lorelei screamed and scrambled for a fallen branch-- something, anything to fend them off with.
If anyone, much less the dragon heard her, it would be up to luck.
The mail would have to wait.
Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.
MAIL.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 3:52 pm
xxxxx"If you're worried about surviving, xxxxxxxyou can worry about it after you're dead!"
"The wyvern riders of Bern sit atop the heap of all other forces on the continent!" xxxxx "You will see our power soon!"
 At first when Vaida had been told that she wasn't being deployed to a city, she became enraged. But before any permanent damage could be done, she was told where she was being deployed. While others went to cities to wait and see if the enemy came, Vaida would patrol the country and fight off any scum that slipped through the lines. Her chances at killing some Sentrian and Mordachean bastards was higher than others; that was why Vaida accepted her orders.
The flight was slow and tedious. They went over village after village, but came up empty. The bandit hunting was beginning to seem pointless and just a sheer waste of time. But then, as the wyverns flew above the village of Tharis, smoke could be seen rising from the houses. And it wasn't from a woodstove. Vaida looked down and circled, spotting tiny figures fleeing from a large group of figures. This was it, these were the bandits that had been searching for. The Guard commander smirked. "Alright men, land and let the guild members off, so they can do their thing!"
And so the wyvern riders did as they were commanded. With the guild members on the ground, they could help in the fight. Vaida landed briefly, allowing full view of the new outfit she had gotten to rightly show herself as Commander of the Guard, to see to it that everything went smoothly. The riders stayed on the ground, to wait for the order to engage the enemy. As the commander looked into the sky, she saw a sudden flash of white wing spiraling down. "The hell?" What happened to the pegasus could not be seen, but it seemed to land over where the bandits were. "Blast it all, what the hell what that! Riders, fly out! Mihira, investigate what that unknown unit was! Give me any information you can on the enemy, and send the villagers this way." As much as Vaida hated to be in the position she was in, the safety of civilians was involved. Since that was the case, she had to stay in the back at least until she received some information on the bandits. She had to make sure nothing happened to the people of this village.
 As the pathetic and disgusting bandit men came into sight of the little village, a woman swayed her hips back and forth in her steps while coming to the front of the group. She gracefully held a poleaxe with her. She chuckled a little, then licked her ruby lips. "Ah, here we go. Ready to have your fun, boys?"
One of the filthy men next to her stomped his foot. "Wooo! Yeah! We're gunna go kill em' all!!"
The woman gripped her poleaxe, then swung a bladed side into the man's gut. The bandit keeled over with a shocked expression of not realizing what the ******** had just happened. "Yeah, no. We're not." She sighed. "Honestly, men, always going out and recklessly slaughtering things like mindless apes." She placed a hand on her hip. "Look, just round up as much as we can get, okay? You'll have your fun, don't worry."
A little later, the woman took a stroll around the group of civilians they had managed to round up. The raid was still going, but there were still nasty little lackeys out in the village. As the woman came back to the front of the group, she planted her poleaxe in the ground and leaned on it slightly while pushing out her chest as if to invite staring. "Now then. First, we'll kill the men. I'm not really sure how, maybe I'll make them fight one another to the death, maybe I'll force them to fight me so that I can claim the trophies at their mid-section." She chuckled at herself. "After that, we can have our way with the beautiful women. The children can watch, of course. And speaking of the children, we'll take them back to Sentria, and raise them as slaves." The woman turned around with a twisted smile and stared at blue-haired child with her golden eyes.
She winked and turned back around, but when she did, she saw saw to her surprise that an army of wyvern riders was coming towards them. "Hm, looks like they found us, boys! Ten of you go out and help the other losers get the rest of the villagers. The rest of you keep guard on the ones we have, especially those with bows. The venom we added to the tips of the arrows should prove handy against these lizards, even if where the arrows hit isn't fatal. If worse comes to worse, we'll just remind Learania that they had better back off, if they don't want to see their citizens die~" The woman laughed. "And this is why I, Jezebel, am Drake's most cunning." W y v e r n L o r d V a i d a*
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 10:00 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 Fire Dragon had been pleasantly surprised to have seen the Bishop Victoria up ahead while decimating the small group of bandits in their immediate vicinity, though it was just a start – no doubt there were many more elsewhere throughout the village. They had neared each other during the course of minor fighting they’d been engaged in, and when their location appeared to be free of still-breathing bandits, Victoria greeted FD, also taking note of the absence of his dragon bard-lover, Nils. The dragon simply lifted two of his claw-fingers off the ground and grinned as a response greeting for the time being. While he’d love to catch up with the Sister, to have untransform just to communicate with words and then transform again before they could get moving would be inefficient and time consuming. And even if the small area seemed to be cleared of bandits you could never be completely certain that it was, and FD was essentially defenseless in his human substitute form. He could tell her about how his Kaoru had been charged with the task of defending the capitol later.
The dragon did, however, coil his tail around forward towards Victoria, an invitation for her to climb up. Surely she’d rather travel with someone she knew than a nameless NPC unit some random wyvern rider from Vaida’s ranks. Plus, if she was off the ground, she’d be a harder to hit target, and no doubt, she was softer and squishier than FD. They could continue to another area of the village after she climbed aboard.
(eh post is eh)
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 8:59 am
It is said that as many days as there are in the whole journey,
so many are the men and horses that stand along the road,
each horse and man at the interval of a day’s journey;
and these are stayed neither by snow nor rain nor heat nor
darkness from accomplishing their appointed course with all speed.~Lorelei~
Lorelei's stick broke over a helmeted head, leaving her only half of a gnarled branch with a splintered point. The bandit she'd accosted seemed not at all amused by her antics. Maybe it would have been better, she thought, if she hadn't annoyed the armed men.
"Help!" she screamed, shying to the side of an axehead. Cyrano, beneath the net, flailed and tossed around, unable to see to bolt away. Lorelei wasn't sure how it happened, but by some freak act of the gods the broken end of her stick ended up stabbed into the bandit's throat, and he slumped to the leaf litter. The rest of the posse drew weapons and stopped laughing.
I should have stayed in Estarcia, she thought as everything became a blur. I should have gotten a better job, should have sold Cyrano and gone on with my life but no here I am and I couldn't have sold poor Cyrano anyway so
Lorelei seized the pegasus' reins and ran away as fast as she could force out of her legs, leading the panicked and blinded animal. It wasn't far before her boot snagged on a hidden rockface and she stumbled to the ground. A bundle of envelopes was the first thing in her vision.
The mail! Like it or not, this load had to get through. Bad things were happening around the country, she thought, and the people of Eyris were counting on her for this delivery! Lorelei meant to grab the box and run, but just as she scrambled to pick up the bundle of envelopes a greased-leather boot nearly stomped her hand into the dirt. Lorelei looked up nervously.
"Can I help you?" snarled the boot's owner.
As appropriate for a young woman, Lorelei screamed her lungs out. There wasn't any time to free Cyrano. Lorelei was up like a shot, gripping her inadequate-feeling stick. She'd have to make a stand, and that terrified her, but that was how it was.
She wouldn't last long, but hopefully, somebody had heard her. And if not? Well, occupational hazards could be a b***h.
Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.
MAIL.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:51 am
A dingy young man slipped to the window of his tiny room in the local tavern. He was unshaven and his wavy brown hair fell past his shoulders, unkempt. The only thing he wore that didn't look unwashed was a sleek black overcoat. He leaned on the window sill, roughly ripping a bite from a piece of bread.
"Huh." He grunted. Swallowing his food, he regarded the chaos outside with wonder. "This hasn't exactly been a peaceful trip..." He said to himself.
The young man took his large pack and picked up a plain-looking sword and bow from the corner. "Not safe here... I'd better get out."
He paid the owner and walked out of the tavern, slipping around the corner to watch for a moment. Curious as he is, he couldn't resist. His eyes widened as he saw a huge red dragon and what looked like some kind of priestess.
My God... he thought. A real dragon! Not a wyvern... but a dragon! A big one...
Being that his trade was hunting, killing, and selling skins and things off of monsters and animals, a dragon was of particular interest to the young man. Money was always of interest to him. He shook his head. "That thing... belongs to a girl like that? Jeez...!" He said loudly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:05 pm
xxxxx"Well maybe I'm weak... xxxxxxxand maybe I really am useless..."
"But I will still fight on just the same!" xxxxx "Maybe one day I will no longer be invisible..."
Mihira bit her lip, when she saw the citizens running away from the heartless brigands. She couldn't understand why this was happening. The people of the village of Tharis had not done anything to the bandits. Hearing the screams of the people as they fled for their lives made the scout's heart ache deep within. She would have started to cry, had she not been snapped out of it by a command from her commander.
"...Yes, ma'am!" She blurted, before flicking the reigns to have her wyvern rise into the air.
She looked around and saw that her companions were fighting as well. They were throwing down javelins toward the bandits and some were flying down to rescue fleeing villagers. They would be brought back to where Commander Vaida was and would definitely be safe, there. It was almost as if the battle was really a game of who could catch the most villagers. Mihira wished that she could help them, but she was given a different task; see what the unknown unit was.
As the scout approached near where the spiraling white winged pegasus rider had fallen, she gasped as she saw that the rider was in trouble. The bandits had already confronted her and by the looks of things, she was no friend to them. That was all Mihira needed to see to decide that the pegasus rider needed to be saved.
A javelin was pulled from the side of Mihira's mount, and the scout threw it down, aiming for the bandit leader impostor. The way it was thrown would not put the pegasus rider in danger, as the javelin came in from the side, piercing under the bandit's ribs. It did not come out the other side, partially because of bone and partially because of the scout's lack of strength, but it was still a lethal blow. However, the wyvern rider was not aware of the mail bundle. When the bandit fell, he tore the binding on the bundle with his foot, and two or three letters began to blow away. Mihira kept coming and held out her lance, slashing at one of the bandits as she flew by. She whirled around and had her wyvern land in front of the girl. Mihira jumped off and ran over to the girl. The wyvern roared out toward the brigands, keeping them at a distance until one of them dared to charge at a foe with sharp, deathly teeth.
"Are you okay?! We should get you out of here, right away!"
W y v e r n S c o u t M i h i r a*
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 3:26 pm
ABIGAIL AND WESLEY
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter ones...
█████████████████████████ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxMomma never loved them much, Daddy never keeps in touch...XXXXXXXX"No, sir, we really ought to go!" Abigail's incessant begging worked no better on the wyvern rider than it did on the king of hawks, when they had first met. The rider, a responsible member of Vaida's brigade, had so far brushed off Abigail's attempts at reason and begging with no problems, not at all aware of the danger he was flirting with with every stern refusal. Unbeknownst to him, the twins were already itching to draw their weapons and draw another smooth, red line across a waiting throat. Had they known how to fly a wyvern, they would have done so minutes ago, instead of wasting their time and his.
Wesley kept quiet, keeping his eyes on his intended targets- let Abigail deal with the human element. While he enjoyed a good verbal tussle as much as Abigail did, he found he had little stomach for it while flying so high- and so vulnerable. If they were hit by any of the archers that traveled with the brigands- or, contrariwise, by archers that happened to be brigands- what would they do then? They would be one big, vulnerable weight, falling from the sky and waiting until the inevitable moment when their skulls would crush on the ground... if they were lucky. In the unfavorable event that they survived, it would be a crushing agony full of shattered bones and hemorrhaging vessels that would lead to a most uncomfortable death.
"What good are the rations if they fall from this height, if an arrow hits us?"
"I'm better than that. We won't get hit." The rider looked upset- almost offended- by the girl's insinuation. He promised to protect the two ration-holders, and here they were, talking like soothsayers promising his untimely demise! The girl continued to look more and more vexed, and it was with great difficulty that he stifled his laughter. What a silly girl, thinking she was in danger while flying with one of Vaida's men!
"And mister... the water closet's calling me. Let me down, please."
The wyvern seemed to recognize the phrase, and the rider looked none too thrilled to test the girl's threat. Certainly in the history of all wyvern riders, none ever landed so quickly, nor deposited their riders with such speed before abandoning them on the front. He promised he would return after two minutes to pick them up again, but he wasn't a fool- he knew they wouldn't be there.
Wesley brushed himself off for a moment as his feet hit the dirt, and Abigail did much the same- however, while he used his hands to brush off his shoulders, Abigail kicked the toes of her boots against the dirt while dusting off the bottom of her tunic. They both started and finished at exactly the same time, and grinned at one another as they stood next to one another, eyes gleaming at the prospect of freedom.
They were positively surrounded with prey, but they didn't jump to make a move- that would be the move of a complete and utter amateur.
There was a method to the madness.
First step: Eye contact.
That wasn't terribly difficult- with the brigands doing their best to round up every man, woman and tyke that could still walk, to catch the eye of one of them was pitifully easy. To catch the glance of two only took the hollering of the first, and a point in their direction. Abigail clutched Wesley's hand- not in fear or terror, as they expected, but from the adrenaline rush they hadn't felt in months. They each bit back eager grins, and instead moved to the next phase of the plan.
Step two: Imitate frightened prey.
They ran. They ran as fast as they could, and for all the world looked like two terrified children, running from beasts that had hungers that children could never understand. Bloodlust, a fervor for frivolous violence, endless greed, or even perhaps a deviant, animal lust for young, unblemished skin- who knew what ran through the minds of brigands and beasts alike? They knew their own capabilities, and after a few seconds, that of their foes, as well- the men's legs were longer, their strides more confident, but their balance slightly compromised by the heavy axes they held over their heads.
Neither man seemed to notice that the twins' footsteps were perfectly synched.
Step three: Arrange the quarry.
A sudden dip between two houses- the twins only split up this once, leaping into the adjacent windows. The brigands moved in less than a second later, looking slightly confused but undeterred.
Last step: Strike.
It was pitifully easy to find weapons of all sorts in a simple home- blocks that children used as toys, pieces of twine meant to sew leather, the side of a bedpost... but more than anything else, silverware (however crude, and no matter the material) made the finest impromptu weapons. With a deft lift, both of the twins had secured their weapon choices- and without moment's hesitation, they launched them at the former predators.
The first brigand let out a roar as Abigail's thrown ceramic mug shattered against his kneecap, and the second turned just in time to catch Wesley's pitched frying pan directly in the jaw. With each stunned and disoriented, the twins leaped from the low windows with silverware in hand...
With light laughter, the two of them wondered shortly thereafter what their leader would think. Two axemen, slaughtered with a fork to the femoral, a knife to the carotid, and spoons sticking halfway out of their ears.
Abigail lightly tucked their skinned faces into a small pouch and pocketed her bloody knife.
It was the start of a good hunt. xx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXXThat's why they shy away from human affection...
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 7:03 am
It is said that as many days as there are in the whole journey,
so many are the men and horses that stand along the road,
each horse and man at the interval of a day’s journey;
and these are stayed neither by snow nor rain nor heat nor
darkness from accomplishing their appointed course with all speed.~Lorelei~
Lorelei couldn't figure out what was the most important thing to pay attention to: the dead bandit, the escaping mail...
"Ah!" gasped Lorelei, dropping her broken stick and snatching the flying envelopes in horror. Her pay! Her pay was escaping! She managed to snag both runaway letters tossed by the wing beats of the great, huge--
Wyvern. Lorelei had seen many pegasus in her short lifetime, from the day she was able to work she'd been at least throwing them hay, brushing them-- but this creature was something else. She could hardly imagine how its lizardish bulk took flight, or how hard the leathery wings had to fight gravity to keep it up in the sky. Or maybe it just would seize a hot draft and sail...
Her mind snapped back to reality and she tied the twine on the bundle quickly. "Thank you!" she called. "Whoever you are!"
Poor Cyrano stood grounded to the spot, shaking his head under the weight of the rope. Lorelei set down the mail, and threw the snare off of him for the moment she had two hands. Then she tied the mail bundle to the back of her saddle, rejoining the rope that had worn through and dropped the load in the first place. One foot in the stirrup, she sprang up and felt Cyrano under her again-- right where he was supposed to be.
She felt gratitude to the young wyvern rider (it was a girl! A girl like her!) and waved her down again. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked, staring at the dead bandits with an uneasy eye, but also very sure that if she went off alone again, she'd wind up right back where she started: under a bandit's boot. And her cargo was too important to lose that way.
The javelin that had pierced the bandit stuck straight up in the air. Lorelei pulled it from its somewhat greusome landing, shifting the reins to her offhand. She'd practiced with tilting poles before, training the animals for this very occasion. She'd never expected to end up in that kind of circumstance herself. It felt very alien to her all of a sudden, as if she'd thought she'd known how to hold it but was proven completely wrong in every way.
But, at least it was a start.
Liberty. Reason. Justice. Civility. Edification. Perfection.
MAIL.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 9:33 am
I've been blessed with the gifts of the gifts of the
Lady Saint, so show me some respect! It's not
every day you find a rarity like me.₪Victoria₪ The great breather of Flametongue, despite being in his larger, dragon form seemed to understand Victoria's words! Curious, she thought. She backed off quite a ways, when she saw the large red dragon lower his tail down, an offering to let her perch upon his massive true form. She took the offer with great pride. My thanks... they'll be much easier to hit from this high up!" The bishop said gleefully. Shortly after, the Elimine bishop chanted and lit off a rather powerful Divine that knocked a good three of the brigands right off their feet.
Victoria could see the entire battlefield from atop the Fire Dragon's back, as a matter of fact, and thus... Victoria could see everything. She could see her allies continue to fight on, she could see Mihira's daring rescue of the pegasus knight who was trapped by the enemy, and she could even see that female axe-wielder seeming to round up people, likely as hostages. What a despicable act, the bishop thought. It seemed that every single brigand here hadn't a shred of decency left!
"Move a bit closer to that woman... I have a way we can free those poor civilians." Victoria suggested to the feiry one. She wasn't quite in range to use it yet, but as soon as she was able, the bishop would use the Rescue staff to get some of those civilians out of these villains' clutches. It wouldn't be able to save all of them with the staff's limited use, but it would at least lessen the numbers that were in that despicable bandit leader's hands. Vaida's winged warriors could surely take care of the rest. ΘжElmine's LightжΘ
If you are my ally, fear not, for healing is
on your way! If you're my enemy, you'll
be purged, and dead you shall stay.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 11:00 am
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxx From the other side of the village, Jezebel watched the efforts of the Learanians. She yawned once, not seeming to be concerned about anything. When a wyvern rider got too close, one of the archers fired a poison-tipped arrow, sending the beast into disarray. Jezebel let out a chuckle at every failed attempt.
Within the village, the bandits continued to run about. Some were grabbing villagers that weren't fast enough. Others were attacking the Learanian army. Hand axes were flying everywhere. By the tavern, sudden spoken words alerted some bandits to the presence of a villager they had not previously seen. That man's large pack would slow him down and make him an easier target. The brigands ran over, with axes in hand. "Watch him, he's got a sword!" They began to surround the man in an attempt to subdue him.
The bandits that had previously captured the pegasus rider were scared out of their wits from the sudden arrival of a wyvern. It was small as far as wyverns went, but that was still larger than a human. The teeth paralyzed the men from moving, but they knew that they couldn't just let the girl- or the new girl who came in on the wyvern- escape. The bandits slowly began to pace. Some held out their axes and began to draw the attention of the wyvern by fake short thrusts of the axe. Others slowly moved around to the back, where they could get the jump on the girls.
Without warning, several of them sprung. One went to tackle the wyvern rider and two went for the pegasus rider. Of those two, one grabbed the steed and the other went to grab the girl from the saddle. He tried to grab the javelin, but the girl was naturally resisting. If he couldn't get a grab on it, then it could be easily used on him. The one who grabbed the pegasus like an idiot learned to never startle a steed. He backed away before getting hurt, but ended up grabbing a few envelopes from the mail bundle by sheer accident. He then ran back to Jezebel, because I said so. And also so Lorelei has more of a reason to help fight the bandits.
When the bandit reached Jezebel, he showed her the envelopes. The berserker raised a brow. "...Yeah?"
"Well, um...they belonged to this girl! We captured her, but then another girl came in and now it's a mess."
Jezebel glared at him. "And why exactly are you bringing me these letters instead of her?" She saw that the bandit was just a clueless dolt. "I'll tell you why, because if these are important to her, she'll come for then. We can capture her, then. Idiot. Honestly, just.. just go get yourself killed." Jezebel shook her head. This was one of the reasons she hated having to work with men; almost all of them were just plain idiotic.
She looked into the sky and saw a few more wyverns heading towards them. "Oh archers, I believe we're about to have more guests and HOLY s**t ONE OF THEM IS BIG!" she said as she turned back to look once more. In the sky was a large dragon with a rider on top. Light magic shot out from the rider. She could not see any weapon in the riders hand, but instead saw a stave-like thing. "Hm, so the rider is holy, eh? My experience with raiding Estarcian missionaries has taught me that a favorite method of theirs is to use staves to aid others. As if people of Sentria were more concerned with others over themselves? Hah! But really, what is this one gunna do, use a rescue staff? Doing that brings the rescued person by the rescuer. Since she's in the air, the villagers would be brought into the sky only to fall to their deaths!" Jezebel got a good laugh out of the though. "Oh man, that might actually be entertaining to watch! I hope she really does have a rescue stave." She laughed more. "Ah, but seriously, when these fools get into range, fire your poison arrows!" She stifled her laugh, but couldn't hold back one more snort. "Rescue stave... good one!"
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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