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Post by The Glass Ninja on Feb 24, 2015 19:53:49 GMT
"I think" Vaul began "That the gods simply wait beyond the veil, trying to reach us. When we slip through the darkness to join them they can see us once more. What keeps them there, I know not". The warrior paused, shifting on his pallet to make himself more comfortable. The bandages were rubbing and his wounds stung badly.
"What I saw was something truly beautiful. The endless fields of Elysia, the boundless grasses of green and yellow and the blazing sun warming my back. I could...hear, the voices of my parents" He paused, taking a moment to rub his temples, trying hard to remember as much as he could. It was all so strange in his head - he couldn't recall anything without a distorting fuzz thrown over it. "I...I lost them when I was very small. I think that's why their voices stick so clearly in my mind from this...event. They were telling me that it was time to come to them...to go to the afterlife...and then there was her"
The warrior looked into the Archbishop's eyes, searching her face for any doubt. He knew that many people, even the most faithful, might find what he was saying hard to believe "She was truly angelic. Beautiful. She told me that...I...I cannot remember clearly. She told me that it was not yet my time to fall. Her voice was like honeyed wine...and it made me feel faith in our gods"
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Post by SirDeadofPool on Feb 25, 2015 7:31:08 GMT
"They smell worse than they look." Said the freakishly large red haired woman, scantily clad in raged leather armor as she drug a horseborn corpse by it's back hooves. "I don't even know why I agreed to this." She'd mutter, looking to the members of the militia she was helping. They were tasked with disposing of the dead horseborn just as she had arrived. One of the men, struggling with his body replied with a grunt, sweating profusely, "Because we were very convincing?" He'd say, quite unsure of himself, another would chime in, him and his brother carrying one of the horseborn by it's hooves, "Because you're a large, muscular, kind hearted lady who I'd love to bring home to my folks and perhaps marry?"
The woman shook her head, a pondering look on her face, "No no, that's not it. I wanted to do something... Something important..." She'd free up a hand to scratch at her chin, still trying to remember. A few moments later it hit her, just a few feet from the burning corpse pile, "I remember now!" She'd say with a big grin, the men raising their brows, "What is it?" Said the flirtatious gent. "Do you happen to have any spare pikes around?" She'd say, dropping her corpse by the pile. The sweaty man would blink slowly, "Uh... Yeah, but--" He didn't get to finish as the large woman hefted him up by the shoulders, looking him in the eyes with a big grin, "Where?"
Not expecting this the man would stammer a bit, obviously quite nervous, "B-By the s-shed over there... D-Don't hurt me." He'd weakly point to where the pikes were, promptly being let down as she rushed off to retrieve a few. The trio watching her curiously as she hefted two of the pikes over her shoulder, "Is she going to do what I think she's going to do?" asked the flirty man's brother, dusting his hands off, "What do you think she's going to do?" replied his brother, sitting atop the barrel the obviously out of shape man had sat against, panting. "I... I'm not entirely sure. Let's just watch."
And so they did! The woman returned shortly and placed one of the pikes on the ground, grabbing the one she still held with both hands, hefting it over her head before slamming it straight into the ground with a grunt, she'd do the same with the second pike before moving to the fresh horseborn corpses. "Yup." The man would say with a sigh, the other two looking to him, "She's going to put their heads on those." He'd point to her, the other two turning their attention to her as the body pile burnt behind them, she had just gotten to hefting her axe from it's place on her back, placing a foot on the first body she came up to, her hands wrapped firmly around the hilt of her weapon, carefully lining it up with the body's neck. She drew the weapon over her head and quickly slammed it down, severing the horseborn's head from it's shoulders with ease. "Why're you doing that?" Asked the now more or less recovered tired man, "That's something I'd expect them to do."
She'd look over with a smile, "If they decide to attack here again, I want to send them a message." They'd all look at her with blank faces, "What's that?" asked flirty man, blinking a few times as she severed the next head, "That some of us are willing to stoop to their level." She'd say softly, giving them each a smile before placing the heads on their pikes, "... Is it weird I want to take her home to the folks even more now?" The militia man asked his brother, who gave him the most concerned brotherly look her could muster, "Yes. Yes it is." He'd reply, his brother giving him a smirk before looking back over to the woman, "What's your name, anyway?" He'd ask, "And why are you even here? You don't look like a soldier to me."
She'd look over to him, returning her axe to rest on her back, "I'm Svala, and I'm here because I'm going to end the war." She'd say with an overly confident grin, the three men looking to each other before bursting out laughing, "You?" Asked the tired man, holding his sides, "You're going to go out there, defeat ALL of those horseborn, not to mention ALL the other things gunning for us humans right now?"
Svala would simply smile, nodding once, "Yes. I am. You should have some faith, I am pretty amazing." she'd say before hefting the now headless corpses onto the pyre. "Now, I'm going to go look for the person in charge. "Bye!" She'd give them a big old wave before heading off into the village, looking for the important people.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Feb 25, 2015 9:37:44 GMT
The Archbishop smiled as she finished transcribing his words to parchment. She felt she could see what he described in her minds eye and if nothing else she was glad that the gods had reached out to this lost soul to provide him with a small measure of comfort. The Gods May not have spoken yet to her, but if they spoke to everyone else in the world first and gave them this same feeling, she would take her place at the back of the line without dissent, even if it meant she was left out. Around them the wounded had been calmed by potion and medicine arts to, if not silence, than at least a more peaceful level of manageable pain. With an Expert Surgeon like Justinina about, death had been kept at bay, sated as he was by the lives already lost in the battle. "Well, I'm pleased that you found a measure of peace from this vision." she said calmly, now copying what she had written onto other pieces of parchment. "and i believe that was their intended purpose, Slayer of Ulfskar, you are blessed and i thank you for sharing your vision with me." She folded the parchments into envelopes and handed them to one of her assistants, "Have these sealed and sent to the Silver Cathedral by messenger bird and courier. It must be added to the records." "As you wish, Your worship." Justinina smiled and stood, looking down at Vaul with a kind expression, "Blessings of Cessa upon you, my Child, Thank you again for delivering this message." She moved over to where another solider was asking for her, a prayer to the gods to thank them for his survival, Justinina complied gladly, taking a bandaged hand missing a few fingers in hers as her soft singing voice carryied throughout the sickhouse, her faith in it being heard now just a tiny bit stronger.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 20:16:50 GMT
Player Event: Lilycat"Captain Miar." Lieutenant Dran sighed as he sat down, "I'm sorry to inform you like this, but Captain Roland Miar is dead, as are the rest of the soldiers that were with him. As far as we know you are the last survivor of Fort Kyra." Kimiko's head spun with the realization of just how many were dead, practically everyone she had ever known were stationed at that fort, and now they were dead? Her parents? The Captain? Everyone? The voice of the Lieutenant snapped her back to attention. "High command will want a full report soon, for now get some food and some rest, that's an order." "Yes sir." Kimiko said saluting her superiors before turning and exiting the damaged tavern.
Player Event: NeptyThe group sat together, eating, drinking, sharing stories and laughing. Until a sharp curse cut through their merrymaking, "Gods be damned." Bard swore. Sigard turned to see what the problem was, a squad of Silver Guard led by a very angry Sergeant were making straight for their little group. No one dared move as they approached, they stopped a few feet from the fire and the Sergeant stepped forward. "Alright listen up, turn over the materials you looted from the dead and we'll forget this ever happened. Don't and I'll be happy to drag you before the Archbishop for a quick last rites ceremony. Choose quickly." He barked.
Player Event: Lord Harrab, The Glass Ninja, yumichiThe bustle of the makeshift hospital was interrupted by the heavy thump of steel boots as a trio of Silver Guard entered the building, two of them carrying a large pot. "Greetings my children." The Archbishop said as she stood, "What have you brought with you?" "Hello mother." The lead soldier said, "The Sergeant was worried we might not have enough supplies for everyone so our squad volunteered our rations to feed the wounded." He gestured at the pot behind him, "There should be enough for everyone." He finished. "Thank you my children, Cessa smiles upon your kindness." The Archbishop said, with the help of the soldiers her Vestals rounded up every bowl and cup they could find to feed the wounded.
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Post by yumichi on Mar 1, 2015 21:36:53 GMT
Asra finished up sewing her damaged padded cloths. She sighed and looked around for a bit. She was kind of bored, she wasn't allowed to move around much, due to the risk her wounds could start bleeding again. Just when she decided to go sleeping again, she heard some people entering the building. The Kyran nomad sat right up again and watched the silver guards. They've brought food. She suddenly realized how hungry she is, she haven't ate anything since the battle. She waited patiently until she got her bowl with soup.
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Post by Nepty on Mar 2, 2015 12:24:12 GMT
They gave up most of what they had taken. Bard, most of the soldiers and town militia were cursing them for fools as the Silver Guard parceled out their loot and put it in backs. There was some muttering under their breaths as the thirty odd men gave up what was theirs. "Hire your own damn mercenaries next time," growled Bard. "You want to trick honest men out of well-earned pay, feel free to dig your grave with your stolen coins." He turned his back on the guard. "And don't mention that empty-headed god-bothering whore to me again you damn thieves!" he bellowed at the guards retreating backs. Sigard watched the silver guard leave with sullen resentment, and returned to the growing circle of complaining men. "Someone should teach those bullies a sharp lesson," he heard someone say, and found himself muttering in agreement. But for now, there was nothing they could do. The irate mix of militia, feif soldiers and mercenaries from all over Sythin were displeased, but not driven to riot yet. Sigard left his angry companions to go hide some of the valuables he had held back from the guard. A man had to eat after all. After some time searching, he found an ally that might be suitable. Glancing both ways to make sure no one was looking, he dropped his looted rings into a full up rain barrel by the side of a house and went to go find his horse.
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Post by The Glass Ninja on Mar 11, 2015 23:24:21 GMT
Vaul smiled at the Archbishop, before pulling himself from the grasp of her medics and grabbing from the side of his pallet both his sword and a long stave of wood that had been left there by some thoughtful soul. Supporting himself on the length of the stout oaken staff, the wounded warrior began making his way towards the tent entrance. As he limped his way, a soldier offered him a ration and the wounded warrior shook his head "I think there are others here who need it more than I brother, hand it out to the more hungry wounded" He clapped the man on the shoulder, before continuing to hobble his way out.
When the sun fell on his face, he let a small smile curve his mouth. It was good to have the golden warmth beaming down on him after coming so close to death. It did not compare to the heat and comfort of Elysia, but Vaul didn't really care. He was glad to be alive. Glancing left and right, he sniffed - the town still smelt of blood and death, the rancid stench of horesborn and burning corpses filling his nose and making him spit with disgust. His eyes fell across many things; warriors dragging corpses, people attempting to rebuild. Dressed only in long trousers and a simple vest with his sword at his waist, he started making his way towards the command post. It wasn't the most dignified of dress, but it would do till he was recovered enough to find his normal clothes and his armour. He knew that the Archbishop's aides would keep his things safe.
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Post by SirDeadofPool on Mar 11, 2015 23:51:03 GMT
Svala huffed, looking about the war torn village, wishing that the smell would go away. "Eugh." She'd mutter, shaking her head, "Smells like the gruel Sven used to cook up back at Drakas." Along her way she'd help where she could, mostly lifting things due to her obvious skill at lifting things.
She'd soon come across the makeshift hospital, not giving it much of a look until Vaul stepped out, her eyes drifted towards him, giving him a quick glance over. "He looks like hell." She'd mutter to herself, stopping in front of the hospital for a moment, rubbing her chin softly. "Hmmmn..." She'd let him get ahead of her before catching up, walking by his side with a big smile, "I'd hate to see the other guy- Erm... Horse... Monster... Thing."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 4:59:08 GMT
Player Event: LilycatKimiko slowly walked down the worn dirt road through the village center, emotions clouded her usually sharp mine as she processed the realization that almost everyone she had ever known was dead. A cheerful voice broke through her thoughts, "Hey sister! Care to join us?" She look up and spotted a squad of Silver Guard gathered around a cook fire, a young soldier offered her a bowl as she approached. "Here, it's not much but it's better than going hungry." The soldier looked at her for moment before he spoke again, "I don't believe I've seen you before, which squad are you with?"
Player Event: NeptySigard heard the panicked whining of a startled horse and the cursing of an injured man, he followed the sounds to find a trio of men struggling to calm a panicking mare, "Come on ya bitch." one of them swore as he struggled to keep hold of the reins that dangled from the beasts mouth. After a few minutes the horse seemed to have exhausted itself and stopped bucking and rearing. "Finally." A second man said as he collapsed against the ground. After a few minutes of gasping for air the trio noticed Sigard, "Need something?" The first man asked. "I'm looking for my horse." Sigard replied. "Might have already been grabbed, the Guard wanted all the loose horses rounded up. Can probably find yours over by the stables." "Thanks for the tip." Sigard said turning and leaving.
Player Event: The Glass Ninja, SirDeadofPool, Lord Harrab A squad of Silver Guard strode towards where Vaul and Svala stood talking, they stopped a short distance away and saluted. "Vaul Blackiron," The Sargent said, "Lieutenant Dran has requested the presence of you and the Archbishop. Your friend is welcome to come as well." Without waiting for a response one entered the ramshackle hospital and retrieved Archbishop Justinia, the trio were escorted into the damaged tavern serving as headquarters for the Militia and Silver Guard. A hush fell over the barroom as the trio were escorted to the bar and seated. Lieutenant Dran stood and addressed them, "Welcome Vaul Blackiron, you have saved my life and for that I thank you. Were it in my power I would name you an Honorary Guardsmen." He sat down before he continued speaking, "Some men say you have seen the Gods, is this true?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 3:09:37 GMT
Player Event: WarorkJon stalked his way through the village quietly fuming, "Damn clergymen." He muttered, "Always taking the good loot." The sharp twang of bows releasing and the hollow thunk of arrows hitting targets drew his attention to a small opening between two houses, a half dozen Militia fighters had set up a target against a damaged fence, and judging by the swearing they were placing bets. As he approached he over heard them talking, "I'll be taking my pay now then." "Hold up, best two out of three?" "Fine by me." One of them glanced over his shoulder and noticed Jon and Shadow approaching, "Hang on a minute." he said turning to face Jon, "Welcome stranger, up for a game of skill?" "Depends," Jon replied, "What's the game?" "Simple," The man said with a smirk, "Everyone places a bet, everyone takes a shot, whoever gets closest to the bulls-eye gets the pot. Up for a round or two?"
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