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 Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 4:59 pm
Lend me your ear!
...Heed my words. ℜogvald
xxxxxIt seemed like no more than a post moment ago that Vaida had delivered the message to the resistance. In reality, a day and a half had passed and the time to meet was already upon them all. The sun was beginning its decent and it was time to go. Rogvald did not want to keep the resistance waiting.
xxxxxMysteriously, the trip was made and no indications of having departed were left behind. Rogvald stood on a small elevated cliff, jutting out from the base of the mountain. As he looked into the sky, he could see that the sun was in its final decent. His attention was shortly recalled back to the earth however, as it seemed the group had arrived. He gripped the stave he brought along tightly, trying to hold back the anticipation. The woods could be thick, but before Rogvald was a small clearing, cleverly chosen and ideal for secret congregations of the sort they were choosing to endeavor in. Fires had not yet been lit as there was still light enough to see. However, dusk was arguably harder to see in than night. What one perceived often turned out to be different once closer.
xxxxx"Welcome, honored guests." Rogvald cooed, confirming his identity to the group. "I am pleased that you have chosen to come. It shows that you are most..." He stopped to think of the right word. "consenting." He smirked lowly to himself. The group was drawing nearer. They would be able to see that King James was not present, nor were any Learanian guards. "The King, however, is regrettably unable to make it... for he knows nothing of this!"
xxxxxRogvald snapped his fingers and out of the surrounding woods bandits surrounded the resistance members, grunting and howling like barbarians. "Do stay, though. You see, it turns out the map with the bandit fort on it belonged to actual bandits. Imagine that!" Rogvald laughed, obviously at their expense. "And when they heard you tried to frame them... they didn't take it very calmly. Can you feel their intent for revenge? Suffocating. It's a shame you won't be able to change the country like you wanted. Good bye... traitors of Learania." As Rogvald finished, the bandits charged at the group and an echoing laugh from a very pleased advisor filled the forest.
I advise you to listen. Not doing so could prove... deadly.
(Note: I would not have sprung the trap in the first post, but we need to move faster. Also be aware that this takes place over a day since topic 11. If you want your character to join the resistance and be in this topic, use some creativity to make it happen. You are more than capable RPers.)
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 9:41 am
Yesterday, Rogvald officially pissed him off. Today he'd do it again.
Saying he was a spy from Mordache. Trying to have him captured and brought in for "questioning". He had heard of this man's version of "Justice". In his own country, he still didn't know the real meaning of that word. However, he knew this man must not know either. It was a long journey to this place, so he didn't want to go back to Mordache. Having worked so hard to get here, he might have been willing to put in a little extra effort to fix the minor problems adorning his new country. One such minor problem was this guy.
Rahkain had returned to Fefga's manor to find a resistance brewing. This was much bigger than the attack to free those prisoners. He had full intention of participating this time. This time, he was sure of himself.
He marched into the forest with the resistance group. When they reached Rogvald, however, a -not so surprising- surprise was waiting for them. Already having his sword in his hand, he grinned. Time to spill some blood.
This was supposed to be a "Meeting" but somehow he knew it would be war. Rahkain came fully intending to fight. The resistance members made it sound like they would be able to talk to this James and make everything go away peacefully. It felt a little more realistic to the young man that this could not be solved with talking.
Just as they all must have known, it wasn't a meeting. It was a trap, and Rogvald sprung it with no hesitation. He had never had any intention of doing something like talking to the men. It was okay, however. Fighting was kind of fun. Rahkain had kind of a wild nature. He preferred to fight beasts, but these bandits would be close enough that he wouldn't have to worry too much about his conscience.
Rogvald seemed to have told them a lie of some sort to provoke them. There wasn't any time and certainly it wasn't rational to try to talk it out. These men would tear them to shreds where they stood. So fight it was.
Having talked with the other resistance members yesterday, he knew 'Learania' only through their stories of how things were supposed to be. Equality, peace... Rogvald said 'traitors of Learania" like it was a bad thing. In this case, 'Learania' means Rogvald's version of it. Rahkain would fight for the version he liked better.
The enemy was too close to use his bow, so he would fight with his sword until he got the chance. He went for the neck of the nearest unlucky b*****d he could see.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 11:11 am
→ → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → → →
 He may not have had anything to say back at Fefga Manor, but Abel was excited to take the offer of a meeting to settle things. What the fire dragon had said was all that mattered to him: 'If we can prevent the execution of Rath by meeting with James tomorrow, without having to resort to violence, I think that is by far our best course of action for the time being.' There was no offensive action the resistance could take without consequences. He tried to explain that sending another group to Eyris to try to rescue Rath would only end in failure and maybe even losses. Going the route that indicated no violence was the best option.
Even though it turned out to be a trap, at least they had come prepared. The bandits didn't realize that there were some resistance members still hiding in the woods. The chance to peacefully save Rath and change things was gone, but at least they had tried it. They would have to do as Vaida said and plow their way through the trap. Maybe even Rogvald could be taken down. He had made a big mistake underestimating the resistance.
Abel looked to the sun and found that it was almost completely hidden by the mountains. It was a good thing some people had thought to bring torches for talking in the dark. They were going to need some light soon. The night also meant that the morning was not long off. They were running out of time.
As the bandits came at them, Abel drew his broadsword and met the axe of a foe, which he pushed back. After jumping for some distance, Abel swung his entire body and let out a wind blast into the line of bandits. It wouldn't stop all the bandits, but it would help others have time to pull out bows or chant spells.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 12:49 pm
 Yggormr didn't like the idea of peace-talks, but the dragon did like the idea of having a shot at Rogvald. The Red secretly (and by secretly, he means doesn't yell loudly about it) wanted there to be much violence at this 'peace' talk.
A smile went across Ygg's humanoid face as the advisor gave away his plan. While the bandits were coming out from hiding, the laguz removed the silver blade from his back and thrust it into the ground, then transformed into his colossal dragon form. "MAIM! KILL! BURN!" yelled the creature as he blasted the nearest assailant with dragon-fire.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 1:25 pm
With his rapier and steel sword confiscated, and the Flame Sword currently unable to be recovered for the time being, Roy was left weaponless. Fortunately, Leena had shown up at FEFGA, and he was able to arm himself with two new iron swords, just in case one of them broke. He spent the rest of the day in the manor's library, continuing with his studies (he had stopped ever since he entered Learania, and he figured this was a good of a time as any to start up again. Cecilia would be pleased). He decided to go to the so-called meeting, even though chances were high that the whole ordeal was a trap. At least he'd be able to look around and see if he could find what he was looking for. But even so, if the damn geezer was there, at least showing his face would probably irritate the adviser. 'Haha I escaped. You fail.'
Sure enough...it was a trap. There was no king there. In fact, this was probably done without the king being aware of it all. Whoop - dee - ******** - doo. He had seen this coming. The old goat then snapped his fingers and bam, bandits appeared. After hearing the adviser's words, Roy facepalmed.
"Remind me to hit whoever thought it was a good idea to frame the real bandits. A false location might have ended a little better." he muttered as his hand drew the iron sword.
The nearest bandit swung for Roy with his axe in an attempt to sever some limbs, but the young lord sidestepped (with a spin) towards the outside of the bandit's attacking arm before slashing towards the face, intending to leave the sucker blind. It was a clean strike, and the man was left with only one eye now and a bloody mess of where his blade had touch (which was pretty much from his right cheek up past the eye).
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 1:44 pm
 →→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me...Annis had definitely chosen to go along with the resistance to meet with the king. She followed along at the rear of the group. It would definitely be a good thing to talk to this adolescent king fellow; maybe they could talk some sense into the kid. I mean, really, I know you have to deal with cracking voices and the rest of puberty along with guiding a country, but really, you're taking the advice of that man? Oh, I cannot wait to let you in on some of the bullshit he's been slinging around...
It probably should have been expected that Rogvald was standing there instead of King James and his soldiers. Still, Annis was surprised. A nagging suspicion that simply hadn't been heeded, that was all. She folded her arms across her chest. Things could still be okay, though. Maybe he would listen to reason and--
Wait, no, this was Rogvald. Of course he wasn't. At that point, the bandits were appearing, and Rogvald was so clearly pleased at his devilishness and how clever he was to inform the bandits that they had been impersonated.
"Even though they never said which group specifically they were, only that they were general bandits," Annis muttered under her breath, irritated at this--at least perceived to her--clear flaw in his plan. Nevertheless, the bandits were already angry.
And it's a little bit hard to reason with an angry bandit.
"You tryin' to take us out? Good luck," Annis grinned. She whipped her knives out from their holsters, spinning them in circles. It was habit by this point to keep them on her person, and besides, self-defense was always necessary. Perhaps they would've been waylaid on the way to this meeting!
Rogvald surely would have found it a shame. He wouldn't have had the opportunity to laugh in their faces, for one.
Annis' grin widened a little. "Stick around, why don'tcha!" she shouted, and with a powerful flap of her wings, propelled herself forward and towards the nearest bandit. "You can join the party later if you really like!" With that, Annis swiftly rolled out of the way of a bandit's attack, responding with a slashing of both knives, crossing his chest and leaving behind a spurt of blood as she barreled over him.  We're mirrors, both of us←←←←←←
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 1:49 pm
 Let the moonlight sign post shine through the clouds to me
____and show me which road to take
______No matter how close to breaking I am today.... I'll re-awaken the distant memory of that day______
So don't forget, keep it carved in your heart. -Ephraim- Given the circumstances that the meeting could very well be a trap, a few designated people were to remain hidden incase anything happened. Ephraim was one of those. He remained out of sight, just hidden a little in the trees but a good distance from where the meeting spot was. Slowly but surely the others showed up and without even given a chance to speak, Rogvald snapped his fingers and out came bandits that had surrounded the entire group. A slight 'tsk' escaped his lips. Ephraim was right, it was a trap. He realized that...said 'King' was not here..in fact..Rogvald had just stated that King James..knew nothing of this. So the group was correct into thinking that James is being manipulated by this guy. How ironic, it was sad to say this was very similar to Lyon and the Dark Lord. Ciela growled, then suddenly let out a fairly loud bark as a warning to her owner that several bandits had gathered behind the resitance as well as a few in front. It was just as Ephraim predicted, only the case could be considered far worse. Did he expect to kill them here? Surely he jest....never underestimate your opponents is what the lancer had been taught ever since he grew up and this Rogvald guy was seriously underestimating his opponents. Cocky b*****d. Their only chance....Agh! So they were left to deal with bandits once more while that advisor walks off with his head off high. "Don't..." Ephraim hissed, raising his right hand to tear down the hood Just as he leaped off the branch, landing straight on the face of a ugly looking bandit. His cloak flew up just as he landed, revealing a Iron greatlance he took with him that he so graciously received from Leena. He glanced up, spear in right hand. "Underestimate us!!" right then and there, his left fist came to connect with that of a said axe user in front of him. He took a step toward the falling bandit, and rammed him with his shoulder before the spear came to stab him in the chest, another shove did it end up through the body. He raised two fingers to his lips, middle and thumb as he whistled a command for Ciela to retaliate as well. The wolf complied, letting a howl fill the air before leaping at a danty bandit waving his axe around like a moron. She gripped his throat, tearing out the flesh as his blood stained the white fur around her lips. It slowly stained her perfectly maintained fur which evidently left her an unhappy wolf. ((For reference to new comers or anybody else said wolf I'm controlling as to where and how I got it hereI forgot to warn you guys. If you are a homo phobe or just dislike gayness that it is. Don't read it. Don't say I didn't warn you )) ________ So don't give up, don't stop being strong in life
__________Even when you're so sad that you can't go on  The wind will blow on us_________
Who worried and walked together___
no matter where we go
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 2:21 pm
Oujay tagged along with the group in attempt of a negotiation with the king and the advisor. He hoped that this was really going to be a fight only through words and no blood will be spilled. However, he had his sword with him just in case plans would go wrong and things usually never go according to plan. Of course another reason of him joining the resistance coming to meet with them was the fact that Roy came along too. He watched as the advisor greeted them by himself and suddenly without a moment's notice, he snapped his fingers.
This should have been expected from the advisor. It was a trap for them. Oujay drew his sword and prepared himself at the incoming bandits. Of course, they just had to blame REAL bandits to cover the rescue mission and now it's coming back to bite at them. Just as the boy predicted, things never go according to plan. They would have to fight. A terrible laugh echoed through the forest as the pleased advisor left the scene. For once, Oujay was beginning to get ticked off because of that guy.
He held his sword firmly as he took note that he was still using the sword that was on the verge of breaking. Luckily a generous vendor, his believed that her name was Leena as he heard from the others, was there and he was able to attain another iron sword as a replacement. He was glad since he would have most likely forgotten to get a spare one if it was something he would have to do on his own.
He tightened his grip around his breaking sword as he saw a bandit charging at him. He would have to use this sword wisely. The bandit jumped and prepared his axe for a wide swing downwards. The mercenary rolled under the bandit that was in the air. The reckless bandit was nice enough to leave himself wide open in the back. In turn, he received a nice gift from Oujay's sword.
Without leaving him time to get back onto his feet, another bandit leaped at him. The sword managed to parry block the axe in time. Pushing the bandit back, Oujay slowly began to get onto his knees. His muscles strained at the power of the bandit pushing back down at him, but he kept pushing back. He wasn't going to be taken down that easily nor was he going to let some brainless bandits underestimate him.
His sword cracked even more as the weapons still clashed. With one final push from the mercenary, he parried the axe away from him. Leading with at, Oujay curled his fists and punched the bandit right in the face. Before the bandit was going to stagger backwards, Oujay grabbed the brigand's hand and pulled him in his direction. The axe user was met with a sword going right through his stomach. With the bandit's life gone, a kick pushed the bandit away from the sword.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 2:54 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  Since the Fire Dragon was, you know, obviously a dragon, and one who had lived in Eyris for a few years now, one who was relatively well known, going to the capitol to possibly save Rath wouldn’t exactly be a wise choice what with dragons being banished and all that bullshit. So off to the meeting with Rogvald and James he would go. Besides, he felt it necessary that a dragon should be represented in the meeting to argue against the dragon-banishment law. And while Yggormr was going to the meeting, FD did NOT intend to have himself, or Ninian, or Nils, or Melethia, or Roy or anyone else of dragon heritage he knew be represented by this new dragon! So he would be there himself. Roy was present to, which helped the cause.
As the group arrived at the clearing where the meeting was to take place, Rogvald revealed, as some had expected, that it was all a ruse! FD hadn’t joined the Resistance earlier because he thought masquerading as bandits was a stupid idea. And wouldn’t you know, in light of Rogvald’s scheming, what FD thought to be a stupid idea had in fact been… a stupid idea!
But putting that observation aside, the bandits now had to be dealt with. FD transformed into his dragon form so he could deal with the bandits, and noticed that Yggormr had shifted and was attacking the bandits emerging from the forests with his breath attack. FD was annoyed; you don’t use fire around a forest unless as a last resort or if absolutely necessary. But whatever. FD had done himself in the past, too (under more dire circumstances, and certainly not for the thrill of the kill). And really, between a Dragon Laguz and a Fire Dragon, these bandits would soon definitely regret their little ambush on the group.
But before he got around to making mince-meat of bandits, there was a really annoying sound FD wanted to get rid of first (and in light of his most recent treachery, FD would feel most justified in his actions). FD emitted a terrifying roar to drown out that obnoxious evil-laughter Rogvald was making (seriously, hasn’t he read the Evil Overlord List) and shot a blast Flametongue at the old fart (in the direction of the mountain, not the forest, of course) before turning back around to gut whatever bandit was foolish enough to get in range of his enormous claws.(meh post is meh)
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 2:59 pm
Adel "Grave" Yuoin 'I will go with those going after Rogvald, Kiote. A laguz in town would attract too much attention so I would be of little use here. I'm going to help these people. They say there was no law before against laguz of any kind, and if that man is the one who has changed this all, chances are it's a trap. Don't worry Kiote, this is my expertise...' Those words played though Grave's mind as he gave a faint smile at the very thought. His expertise? Well it wasn't in fighting, it was in traveling if anything. Yet here Grave was. He knew it would make much more sense for a laguz to go with the group that would be outside of town, and so Grave had. Staying in town would draw attention that he didn't need anyways. It was a simple decision, though Kiote hadn't been very happy hearing that his friend was going to put himself in harms way. That didn't matter now though, it had been decided.
Grave's eyes suddenly snapped open as the sound of fighting reached his ears. He pushed away himself up onto his feet with a sigh as he stretched lightly. It was time. The fighting had started with Grave a good distance from the fighting. While most of the group had continued forward to be the main force going to meet Rogvald, Grave had been on of the few who had chosen to play the supporting role of hanging back to make sure it wasn't a trap, or rather if it was to attack from the enemies flank. A howl in the distance was all Grave needed to begin moving. Ephraim, as Grave had figured out the blue green haired spear user from earlier name was, had began advancing.
Grave took off from the tree, the hood of the cloak he wore falling back as he ran revealing his dark wolf ears on his head. It did not take him long to find who had started to attack the resistance, bandits. Without pausing to get any bearing, Grave let out a howl as he shifted into a wolf, his cloak left flittering away in the breeze. The nearest bandit, turning at the sound of the howl, had about enough time to turn and give an expression of horror as Grave pounced, teeth easily ripping through the throat of the bandit before taking him to the ground. Grave had arrived to play his role of support, though now that he had a good view of the field he realized that the fighting was likely to end up a mess very quickly. With the Resistance inbetween two groups of bandits and one line of bandits between two Resistance groups, it was hard for Grave to really say who should expect more losses.
It was then of course that Grave caught the sight of the two dragons. This fight was a mistake for the bandits. Grave wasn't even stupid enough to think of challenging a dragon, not matter the type. A dragon was still hard to kill, and the losses hardly would make up for the kill. Grave's momentary glance had left him open though, so when a bandit suddenly lunged at his side with and ax, Grave barely had time to dodge away before growling at the bandit. The time for checking out the field was over, Grave needed to stay focused on fighting.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:26 pm
Those damn Learanians hadn't even seen them coming! Well, some of 'em looked less shocked than the others. But their visible surprise at the trap was oh so delicious. It would only make their revenge sweeter. These comfy city-dwellers dared to commit crimes in their names, denying them proper glory! This would be a fun fight, especially with such overwhelming numbers. The best fights were always the ones that were decided before it even began.
The first guy out was the brown-haired one with the five o' clock shadow. A swing to the neck, and the bandit just barely managed to get out without a lethal blow. It was certainly a bad one, though, and he was left hefting his Iron Axe around with one hand while the other clamped down on his injury. He was still moving, though, and he responded by plunging forward, swinging for the kid's face.
There was this other kid with them. The green-clothed one, brown-hair; he looked strangely familiar. Maybe they'd fought before? In any case, he was annoying. The blast of wind he sent out from his sword--How was that even possible?--knocked down three of their numbers, and as they were trying to get up once more, a fifth sprinted forward. His Steel Blade whipped out in a wide arc at the kid's abdomen, the tarnished steel stained brown with dried blood.
Things seemed relatively under control, though. The two brown-haired guys were annoying, but they were manageable--HOLY s**t FIRE. The big guy just turned into a dragon! A ******** dragon! Since when did the Learanians have hulking brick walls that could breathe fire?! This wasn't in the job description!
Nevertheless, two of the bandits instantly aimed for him while their friend was burned to a well-done crisp. The first swung at the dragon's sizeable belly while his friend aimed at his back. He could have swung at the wings--wings on ANYTHING were such delicate, fiddly things--but he was just too large.
Speaking of wings, there was a second one with wings. What the ********. Where did all of these flying Learanians come from. Like damn bats. The bandit that had been slashed across the chest fell to his knees, unable to stop the bloodflow from his chest. A buddy that had been knocked down, however, was up and running after her, aiming to tackle her right out of the air. Fragile bird bones and all, it would hurt for sure.
The resistance members were like damn bats, all of them. Roy's opponent let out a roar of pain, clutching at his face where he had lost his eye. He was still moving, since the blow hadn't been deep enough to damage anything behind his eyes, but he was certainly angrier. Even without his depth perception, he was charging right at Roy, swinging the axe in his right hand for the young prince's back.
The teal-haired spearman certainly had a way of entering the fray. The bandit below him lifted his sword to swipe at the noble as he swooped down, but the sudden collision with his face knocked him right out and onto the ground, sword still gripped in his hand. Classy. His friend gave a mighty swing of his own sword as Ephraim approached, but to no avail. The lance simply had more reach, and soon he was gutted with little to no effort. What a way to go. At least he wasn't his friend over to the side, stumbling down the hill with his axe in his hands, who promptly had his throat torn open by the small wolf.
Died at the hands of the spearman's pet. Pathetic.
They were falling surprisingly fast, actually. The blue-haired fellow managed to fight off the axe-wielder that had targeted him. Even despite the bandit's mighty strength, the mercenary still was good enough to break their stalemate and deal a lethal blow. It left him open to a new attack, though, and with his sword weakened from the extended parry. Another bandit who had finally gotten back to his feet after being swept down by Abel's attack rushed at him, swinging the axe in a vertical arc towards the back of Oujay's head.
There was also an even larger dragon in the fight, but the bandits generally ignored him for the time being. They would have to take a lot of manpower to take down that giant, and they couldn't do that if they still had these other damn Learanians rushing around in the meantime.
"Aw, so you wanna fight me, huh, little wolf?" A bandit grinned. Expecting the smaller wolf that the teal-haired lancer had been controlling before, he lifted his sword, readying it to swing. "Just try and get at me, you--" he stopped, eyes widening. The horror on his face at seeing the much larger, much more threatening canine only lasted a few seconds. His friend, understandably furious, swung but missed. He continued to approach nevertheless, his axe slicing through the air towards the wolf's eyes.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:55 pm
He had landed a blow but it wasn't enough to fell this big guy! An axe came for Rahkain's face. It was all he could do to duck and hope to keep his head. He dropped down. Luckily, he barely avoided the axe, but it took him just a second to get his head back in the game after taking himself nearly to the ground to duck. Then he noticed dragons. Why hadn't he noticed there were dragons among them? There were a few laguz with them. The raven and that wolf too. Laguz always fascinated him... And there weren't just the laguz. There was that gargantuan fire dragon he had seen back in that village. It was gorgeous... But he couldn't let himself be distracted for long.
He thought to himself the guy would probably come down with one more blow. Rahkain got him pretty bad with that slash to the neck.
He rolled out of the way so the slow guy would have to turn to face him. The young man wasn't well muscled, but he was quick! There was the opening. He carefully aimed another slash to the man's side and lunged at him. He stabbed the sword straight into the side of the man and ripped sideways gruesomely.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 3:55 pm
Ah...the sweet, sweet sound of agony. There was nothing more satisfying than a blood-curling shriek of pain. Yes, these were real bandits. The fact that the bandit could still move and attack meant that the cut wasn't deep enough. Ah well. It wasn't meant to be deep anyway.
The bandit swung for Roy, but due to his lack of depth perception, missed. But not by much. Had he taken an additional step, the redhead would have had to move or risk getting an axe in the back. Roy took a step towards the open bandit, blade already swinging.
"I'll be taking that other eye now. You should have ran away instead of running towards your death." he said with a cold smile.
The last thing that bandit ever saw was the young lord's grin before a flash of red before eternal darkness. The swing this time should have been a little deeper, as the cut went from the left forehead down to his upper lip.
Once the cut was made, the young lord drew his arm back, taking a step back as well, before thrusting forth to pierce the bandit's heart and put the blind sucker out of his misery.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:22 pm
Lend me your ear!
...Heed my words. ℜogvald
xxxxxThe vexatious laughter calmed as Rogvald stared at the blast of fire coming at him. He narrowed his eyes at the attempt on him. "Hmph!" The advisor lifted the stave he had with him and tapped in on the ground. A sudden light surrounded him and subsided right as the fire hit. It was hard to see what happened. The fire hid the outcome.
xxxxxRogvald reappeared higher up and in a much more protected area, blocked from sight by most due to the increasing darkness. However, there was still light left to see and the fire made people around it very visible. "Archers, I do think those winged foes would like to feel the sting of your poison arrows. You wouldn't want to lose because of them, hm? If you need more motivation, I shall increase your pay and grant you asylum in this country. Just kill them." Rogvald knew the dragons could be beaten. He had seen it before in Tharis.
xxxxxOut of the dark surroundings, arrows dipped in poison suddenly began to fly. Most were aimed at the winged resistance members, particularly the dragons. However, that didn't mean they wouldn't end up flying at anybody else. The situation for the resistance was a bit of a conundrum. Everybody needed light to see so that they could fight and yet it was that same light that introduced the archer's ability to aim more precisely.
I advise you to listen. Not doing so could prove... deadly.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 4:43 pm
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Abel raised his elbows and blocked the enemy's sword diagonally. His opponent's sword was heavier and had enough power behind it to make Abel incapable of pushing it away quickly. Since he couldn't outright push his opponent back, Abel pushed off the steel blade and jumped back, himself.
The thought of sending out a wind blast right then crossed Abel's mind, but then he noticed the fire that one of the dragons had ignited. If powerful enough, wind could put out the fire, but generally it made fire stronger. There was truth behind the saying 'fanning the flames'. Abel would have to be careful about how he used his wind blade.
Before the enemy came at him again, Abel glanced around and noticed that it was getting darker and darker. As he looked back at the bandit he was facing, he realized that it was getting harder to see him. The glow of the nearby fire was the only thing making it nigh impossible. "Quick, somebody light a torch!" An arrow suddenly zipped passed Abel. "...!" He figured it would still be better to be able to see even if it made targets out of them. It just meant they had to beat the other brigands first and go find those archers. Determined to help end the fight quicker, Abel lunged forward with a powerful downward swing at the brigand with the blood-stained blade.
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