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Post by The Glass Ninja on Feb 8, 2015 16:14:52 GMT
Vaul dodged right, a militiaman interceding between the tall mercenary and the rearing horseborn who had attacked him. His pauldron was damaged, that he knew - it'd take work to fix later. He'd also have a pretty bruise to show off in camp if they lived through this. The brave militiaman had raised his spear, only to have it hacked in half, the horseborn's blade finding a place between his head and collar, sending him plummeting to the ground. Vaul roared with rage, shield barging the heavy centaur's shoulder his sword coming up and into the horse-body of the beast, sending it rearing once more; this time in pain.
As the monster fell onto its side, screaming in pain and rage, his sword rose and fell quickly, cleaving the skull of the beast in half and spilling its brain across the blood slicked ground. Vaul wheeled once more, looking for more targets, and saw the Kyran girl he'd spotted earlier fighting. With a battle cry, he rushed the horseborn around her, trying to form a fighting knot with the more experienced, still breathing fighters.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2015 0:16:21 GMT
Sigard wielded his axe well, cutting down Horseborn with powerful swings. One of the beasts attacked him with a spear he batted it aside, as he went in for the killing blow it reared up and kicked him, he was knocked back onto the ground under the heavy strike. The creature reared up to stomp on him as Sigard struggled to bring his axe to bear. The youth appeared and drove his spear deep into the beast, pushing it up and back, the beast fell end over end to the ground. Bard and another warrior, a man by the name of Snorri, helped Sigard to his feet.
Arsa lashed out with her remaining scimitar and cut a deep gash into the beast that attacked her, but it ignored the blow and attacked her with it's axe. Her light armor of padded cloth blunted the blow but didn't stop it, the axe blade cut into her chest and knocked her flat on her back. She gasped in pain as the beast reared up to crush her beneath its hoofs.
Player Event: The Glass NinjaVaul crashed into the beast before it could crush the Kyran girl, his shield, armor and sheer brute strength all driving into the beast launching it to the side. With a roar he stabbed the creature, it died with a shriek of pain. Another of the beasts attack him, he blocked its strike with his shield and lashed out with his blade, badly gashing the beast. A militia fighter impaled the creature from the side and another loped off it's head with a wood axe. A trio of Silver Guardsmen led by Lieutenant Dran joined them, the six stood in a loose circle fending off Horseborn warriors. Vaul had lost track of time, how long had they been fighting? Minutes? Hours? He didn't know, his arms hurt, his armor was heavy. Dozens of Horseborn had fallen across the village of Tyth, dozens more still fought the scattered groups of defenders. A long horn blow echoed across the plain, the Horseborn suddenly fell back taking up scattered positions, they stood their for several minutes, just standing, waiting, suddenly one began to rhythmically stamp, others joined it, the beat of their hoofs echoing across the village. As one the began to chant, "Ulfskar, Ulfskar, Ulfskar." A trio of Horseborn slowly trotted into Tyth, stopping a mere 10 paces from where they stood, their leader stepped forward, in one hand he held a huge waraxe, nearly 6 feet in length, in the other he held a banner of tanned human hide upon which a symbol of a running horse was drawn in blood. "I am Ulfskar Man-Bane!" He roared, "And I seek the one they call The Lion!" Lieutenant Dran stepped forward without a moment's thought. "I am Arthus Dran!" He shouted back, "And I am The Lion!" with a thunderous cry Ulfskar and his bodyguards attacked the young Lieutenant, who held them off with the fury of one possessed. The Lion fought like a madman, parrying their attacks but never able to score a strike of his own. "Someone help him!" A wounded Soldier shouted. Vaul hesitated, fear and doubt clouded his mind, he saw the fearless Silver Guard Lieutenant standing alone against the onslaught of blows, with a deep breath he banished his hesitation and charge forwards.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2015 20:18:43 GMT
Player Event: The Glass NinjaWith a war cry Vaul charged forwards into the fight, smashing his shield into the nearest Horseborn. "Back you bastards!" He shouted swinging his sword in wide sweeps. The monster Ulfskar reared up in rage. "You dare to challenge me?" He roared, "I will feed your soul to the spirits!" Ulfskar hammered a mighty blow against Vaul's shield, which cracked under the weight of the strike. Vaul staggered back a step but didn't falter. Lieutenant Dran lashed out with his blade pushing Ulfskar back, one of the Lancer's struck back with his spear wounding Dran.
Combat Begins; Vaul: Unharmed, Winded, Shield Damaged. Arthus Dran: Lightly Wounded, Winded. Ulfskar Man-Bane: Unharmed, Fresh. 2 Horseborn Lancers: One Stunned, One Unharmed, Both Fresh.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2015 2:37:38 GMT
Player Event: The Glass NinjaVaul gazed up at the beast before him, "Come on then!" He shouted banging his blade against his shield, "Kill me! Kill me!". With a roar Ulfskar swung his axe, the heavy blade of the axe collided with Vaul's shield, with an ear splitting CRACK the thick wooden shield shattered. Vaul stumbled back under the weight of the blow and Ulfskar raised his axe to strike again. With a shout of rage and pain Lieutenant Dran charged forward crashing into beast that had wounded him, the beast stumbled and tripped, falling to the ground with a heavy thump.
Combat Round One; Vaul used Taunt against Ulfskar. Ulfskar used Sundering Blow against Vaul. Arthus Dran used Heroic Charge against a Horseborn Lancer. Round Results; Vaul: Unharmed, Winded, Shield Broken. Arthus Dran: Lightly Wounded, Winded. Ulfskar Man-Bane: Unharmed, Fresh, Taunted(Vaul). 2 Horseborn Lancers: One Knocked Down, Lightly Wounded, One Unharmed, Recovered From Stun, Both Fresh.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 3:34:10 GMT
Player Event: The Glass NinjaUlfskar Man-Bane reared up in rage, "Die Man-filth!" He roared, raising his axe for another strike. Vaul lashed out with his sword taking the creature off guard, he pressed the attack cutting Ulfskar with the back swing, Ulfskar stumbled back swinging wildly, his axe collided again Vaul's armor with a heavy thunk and the sound of metal rending. Vaul staggered to the side, reeling from the the weight of the blow he awkwardly swung back clipping the beast a third time. Ulfskar roared in pain and stumbled back, blood flowing from his wounds, "How dare you!" He growled, "Your death shall not be swift for this!" Vaul staggered back, blood poured from where his left pauldron used to be, his breath came in short, ragged bursts. Lieutenant Dran lurched upright, recovering from the collision, with a mighty heave he raised his blade above his head and brought it crashing down upon the beast. It died as the blade cleaved through it's collarbone and into it's chest. Grunting with pain he stepped back, dragging his sword out of the beast. He wheeled to face the third Horseborn as it attacked him, the beast lashed out with a blade knocking him back. He stumbled and fell, desperately raising his sword to protect himself.
Combat Round Two; Vaul used Flurry against Ulfskar. Ulfskar stuck back against Vaul. Arthus Dran killed a Horseborn lancer. Horseborn Lancer attacked Arthus Dran. Combat Results; Vaul: Wounded, Tired. Arthus Dran: Lightly Wounded, Tired, Kocked Down. Ulfskar Man-Bane: Badly Wounded, Winded. 2 Horseborn Lancers: One Dead, One Unharmed, Fresh.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 20:30:42 GMT
Player Event: The Glass NinjaThe Horseborn Lancer reared up to crush the fallen Lieutenant, with a cry of desperation Arthus Dran raised his sword, driven by the weight of his own body the Horseborn impaled himself upon the blade, the beast died with an ear splitting screech. Lieutenant Dran gasped as the best fell on top of him, pinning him there. Fighting pain and exhaustion Vaul lunged forwards, sheer determination propelling him towards Ulfskar, the beast raised his axe to defend himself but it was too late, Vaul's sword pierced his flesh and drove deep into him. He looked down, bewilderment and disbelief framed his face, "Impossible." He mummered as he collapsed. Vaul watched as the spark of life drained from his hate filled eyes, dimly aware of the significance of his death Vaul fell back, landing on the ground with a hard thump, he lay there, gazing into the late morning sky as he succumbed to blissful unconsciousness. The chanting Horseborn were silenced by the death of their warcheif, they stared in disbelief for a moment before the realized that he was well and truly dead. With a thunder of hoof beats the foul creatures fled the village of Tyth.
Combat Round Three; Vaul attacked and killed Ulfskar Man-Bane Horseborn Lancer attempted to crush Arthus Dran Arthus Dran impaled a Horseborn Lancer Round Results; Vaul: Wounded, Unconscious Arthus Dran: Lightly Wounded, Pinned Ulfskar Man-Bane: Dead Horseborn Lancer: Dead
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 2:47:54 GMT
The beleaguered defenders of Tyth breathed a collective sigh of relief as they watched the Horseborn flee. Slowly they gathered the wounded, collecting them into a partially burned farmhouse. The body of Captain Roland Miar and the rest of the fallen were placed with great care in the cover of a woodshed. The fires were extinguished or allowed to burn out. 4 hours after the death of Ulfskar Man-Bane the village of Tyth stood, burned, damaged and bloodied, but the defenders of Tyth still stood, they held their heads high as they gathered together, they had suffered greatly, over 40 militia fighters lie dead, of 20 Silver Guardsmen who had volunteered to fight only 4 still lived, Roland Miar one of Sythin's greatest heroes was dead, Bard's mercenary company was reduced to a mere 3 men and one boy. But the few who lived knew they had bought Humanity valuable time, nearly as many Horseborn lie slain, including their great warchief. Someone found intact wineskins in a burned out house and the battered survivors drank together, glad to be alive.
12 hours later, as the first rays of dawn shone down upon the battle-scarred village relief began to arrive. Militia fighter, Silver Guard, locals and travelers arrived, some alone, some in groups. As the sun rose high into the Noontime sky soldiers, fighters and workers bustled about the ruined village, repairing damage, sifting through rubble, burying the dead and tending to the wounded.
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Post by Lilycat on Feb 16, 2015 8:30:39 GMT
A lone armoured figure slowly walked towards the village. A white cape flowing behind in the wind, the inner side blue as the sky. Her distinguishing black hair, a rarity for the Sythin waving in the breeze quickly gave away her identity to some of the remaining Silver Guard who spotted her; it was Kimiko, one of the Silver Guards rising stars.
Carrying only a longsword she looked around the village surveying the damage, the injury, death, efforts to rebuild. She needed a new shield and bow, some supplies to continue her quest; forced to leave them behind when she was forced to flee the fort by Roland.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Feb 17, 2015 22:00:40 GMT
The procession marched into town with the morning light, Silverguard marching around a a group of mounted in robes of the Church, a woman with long blonde hair at their head. At the sight of her a shock spread through the town like fire from the Horseborn had a scant night before, but this fire was of hope and relief, and was accompanied by a whisper passed from person to person with reverence. 'The Little Mother! The Archbishop is here!" Justinia grieved at the signs of death and destruction around her, another village ravaged by darkness, more souls sent to the Exliled Mother's Side. To the surprise of her escort and entourage, as they passed a field were the fallen were being interred she dismounted, pushed through the silver guard around her before they realized, and made her way across the mud with determined strides until she reached the grave diggers. they bowed nervously and made the sign of the cross and Justinian smiled and placed a hand on each of their heads. "You have been through much, my sons." she said kindly to them, then turned to the rows of markers, graves still to be filled and bodies lined up like firewood she closed her eyes and lowered her head, ignoring the commotion of her guards as they hurried after her. "tell me their names, so i may honor them." she asked the two men who shifted uneasily at the request and averted their eyes. 'Don't know, your worship. Soldiers mostly from the fort." Justinia sighed and nodded, spreading her arms to emcompas not just the amss graves but the village beyond and all within it. "Ashes we were, and ashes we will become. Serve those above and Defended those alongside against the darkness below, let the honor of your sacrifice carry you across the veil to Our Mother's side, May her kindness shelter you and your sacrifice not be forgotten by those who you defended till the last breath. If you have sinned, i absolve you of your trespasses and only ask you send word of our fight to the Gods above. Let them know we still endure. Together in Faith." "Together in Faith." those around her echoed. She lowered her arms and with a kind smile to the grave diggers, walked back towards where she had left her horse. "take me to were the wounded are kept." She commanded her escort captain as she mounted her white horse again, "I will not allow another warrior to slip beyond my help now that i am here." the wounded were gathered in the largest building in the village. heads turned as Justina marched in with her Vestals, carrying bangages, medicines and food. The Arch bishop needed only a glance to determine that there wasn't any really organization to the layout or anyone really in charge or capable of treating the injured. everyone was simply doing what they could and she cured herself for not arriving sooner. She ran her experienced eye up and down the lines of sick and dying, organizing them in order of severity, then rolled up her sleeves and strode to a soldier with his chest a mass of blood soaked bandages, kneeling beside him as he seemed to muster his fading strength to talk. "little... Mother?" he asked, in a dry voice barley more than a croak. "i am here, my child. i am sorry it was not sooner." Justina snapped her fingers and her aprentesies hurred over, bearing equipment and bandages, "Go and examine the other wounded, use what i have taught you to help and if you cannot, do what you can untill i can come to your aid. Prioritize the worst and focus on them. With the Exlied Mother as my Witness if death wishes to take another of these Brave Souls he will have to go through me to do it."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 1:43:53 GMT
Distant pain, eternal blackness, a faint light shimmered in the distance, Vaul moved towards the light, swimming through an invisible sea, every move a struggle against an unseen weight. Voices crowded around him, whispering of death, doom and despair. In the pitch black he couldn't see, only feel the hands that reached out to claw at him, seeking to drag him downwards. How long was he lost in this abyss? Days? Hours? He slowly struggled towards the light, the darkness slowly receded as he made his way forwards, the voices, the weights slowly lessened as he drew nearer the light. The light suddenly blazed bright, blinding him, he heard his mother's voice calling out to him
"Vaul, Vaul!" She sang, "Why do you fight Vaul? Come back to us Vaul, rest with us." The voice washed over him like water, engulfing him in its warmth. He felt sleepy. "Come to us Vaul." Her voice sang. His father's voice, hard and stern joined in, "Vaul!" He called, "It's time for you to rest now Vaul, you've done enough fighting for one life, come with us and rest." "Mother?" Vaul cried out, nearly choking on the words, "Father? Where are you?" "We're here son, stop fighting." His father called. "It's time for you to rest Vaul, it's time for you to join us." His mother sang. "Where are you?" Vaul shouted, "I'm ready!"
He awoke in a field of white flowers, he slowly sat up and looked around, Daisies, Lilies and Daffodils stretched as far as he could see. A beautiful maiden approached him and offered him her hand, "Who are you?" He asked rising to his feet with her aid. "My name is not important." Her voice resonated from all around him, coming from within and without his own mind, "Know this Vaul of Sythin, you have done a great deed Slayer of Ulfskar, and that has not gone unnoticed." He looked at the heavenly woman before him, her blue eyes seemed to stare through his body and into his soul, her long blonde hair, easily reaching down to her waist flowed freely in the soft breeze. "Am I dead?" He asked. "No." The voice spoke, "It is not yet your time, your life still has purpose." Her words felt like honey, sweet and warm, he felt tired, his eyes struggled to stay open. "Where are we?" He asked, struggling to form the words." "These are the fields of Elysia, where the fallen go to await an audience with the Gods." She replied, "You shall see these fields yet again in your lifetime." She promised, "But time is waning, the wheels of progress are turning, it is time for you to go now Slayer of Ulfskar, but know this, events have been set in motion, events that shall decide the fate of all mankind, you shall play a role in these events." She reached out with her hand and gently pushed Vaul back, "Sleep now, and return to the mortal realm." She commanded. Vaul fell backwards, an unearthly sleep overtaking him.
He awoke with a start, crying out as he shot into a sitting position, nearly colliding with a young woman wearing the robes of the clergy. "Easy warrior." She said softly, "For you yet live." He looked into the eyes of the girl, no more than 15 years old, half remembered fragments clouded his mind, Know this Vaul of Sythin, you have done a great deed Slayer of Ulfskar,", His mother's voice calling out to him, through it all the face of the woman stared at him, looking into his soul. "Are you alright?" The woman asked, her voice banishing the fractured memories.
Vaul's voice felt like gravel as he spoke, "Water." He asked horsely. The girl nodded and turned "Mother!" She called, "This man lives." An older woman stepped over and examined his injuries, "Go my child," she commanded, "Fetch a bucket of water from the well, this man's injuries must be bathed before infection sets in." "Yes mother." The girl cried, briskly walking away. The woman kneeled beside Vaul, "What is your name warrior?" She asked. "Vaul," He croaked, "Vaul Blackiron." "Hold fast my child, for you shall yet survive." The girl returned with a bucket of water, she knelt beside the woman and filled a cup from the bucket. With great care the older woman took the cup and lifted it to Vaul's lips, he greedily drank the water, nearly choking. "Easy my child." The woman scorned placing the cup aside, "You mustn't choke."
Vaul leaned back against the wall and looked around, a half-dozen girls bustled about the ruined house, tending to the wounded, the house itself was burned and damaged, housewares and medical supplies lied strewn about in equal measure. The woman for her part was striking in the flowing robes of the clergy, perhaps a few years older than himself, she looked much akin to the face from his dreams. "Who are you?" He asked weakly. "I am the Archbishop Justinia." She said. "Bathe and bandage his wounds my child." She commanded her aid before rising and moving on to the next patient. "Yes mother." The girl responded.
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