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[Midnight Paragon]

The Risen shambled out of the temple, and the first thing they set their sights on, they charged at. They were truly mindless beasts, made only to kill; Goro had to wonder just who would create such a monstrosity. He had heard tales that they were born of some vile old dragon-god thing making them and campfire stories of Risen being the product of some sort of demon alchemist. He liked to believe that they were just karma for those who had sinned: but right now, he would rather not believe the gods were trying to get him to repent by sticking a sword through his face.

Two Myrmidons approached him, their eyes aglow and that putrid smoke billowing out of the mouth of their masks. Goro gripped the handle of his katana tightly and charged at the one on his left in a low stance. Goro wasn't that fast, but as he brought his katana up and slashed at the Myrmidon, he could feel it need to take a couple steps back in recovery as it brought up its sword to block the strike. Thinking quickly, Goro continued to heavily slash at the Myrmidon, who struggled under the power of his blows. Goro brought more and more strength into each blow, and eventually simply whacked the sword out of the Risens hands. With one more swing, its head fell to the ground, purple smoke protruding where blood should be, and evaporated.

Goro could not enjoy his victory for long: A screech from behind startled him, and he quickly held his blade up behind his shoulders and leaned forward. He braced himself as a sword made contact, the second Myrmidon no doubt, and the two struggled against each other. With a surge of strength, Goro let out a warrior shout and threw the sword off of him. The Myrmidon stumbled back, and without turning, Goro stabbed his blade behind him. His blade met where the heart would be, and the Risen let out one last small screech before fading away.

But another screech pierced the air, this one a human scream. Goro's eyes quickly scanned the field to see one of the Spades newest recruits falling to the ground, a large wound on his shoulder. His assailant was fading away, but the boy still clutched his shoulder in pain. Inwardly, Goro grumbled: this kid was as green as a leaf, at least to Goro, but The Shovel insisted to let him join. If it was up to Goro, he would tell the kid to come back after a few more years of training, but unfortunately, he didn't call the shots around here. Goro rushed to the boys side, Max stepping in front of them to prevent any other assailants from coming at them while Goro examined the wound, crouching down next to the kid.

It was deep, but not the worst he had seen. He quickly dug around his robe and pulled out a small flask. This was a Concoction, an old remedy he had bought in the last village. It healed better than your average Vulnerary, which was exactly what the kid needed. He poured some of the brown, sticky liquid onto the wound and watched as the wound slowly closed itself back up. It would be sore as all hell for a few days, but it was better than having a huge gash in it. "On your feet, boy." He told him, his tone the usual gruff serious kind. "You better be holding back or something, cause you take more wounds like that and the Risen will be having themselves another ally soon."

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Bill Nein

 

[Bill Nein]

Frederik feel the pain numb a bit. He could actually think properly.
"A-aye sir"
He gets up on his feet. He has a numb feeling in his head. He isn't even aware of the situation. He slowly drudges his way towards the rest of the group, looking more lifeless than the risen. But as he walks away, the effects of the potion start to take full effect. He Feels renewed...but with a humbling sense of duty. He is at least strong enough to fight. He has lost his sword so he will have to use his bow. He draws it and takes an arrow and gets into a defensive position to help support his friend.

 

[Aoire]

A towering presence wades through the Risen, slow but determined. Clad entirely in dense, beat-up armor, it swings around an enormous battleaxe in slow, clumsy swings. Each leverages the colossal weight and hard edge of the weapon. The Risen throw themselves against the scuffed, heavy plate, and the colossus underneath shrugs them off. The more they dent the armor, screeching and belching their foul miasma, tearing at the plate with pale, clawlike hands, the more the one underneath seems to shrug them off.
Yet, there are too many of the ghouls, and eventually a Risen myrmidon yanks backward on the helmet, revealing a woman's face. Ester staggers backward, her chinstrap strangling her. Off balance, she sinks into the sea of unread grunts. She vanishes for a moment, then she rises to her feet, bruised but still going, Without her helmet, Ester is no less imposing. With a hard, silent expression and a fire in her eyes, she swings the butt of her axe, hewing through the crowd in an attempt to join the others.
"I haven't... -pant- come this far... -pant- to die here!"

 

[Bill Nein]

Frederik sees this figure. They don't seem like risen. He thinks in his Head. He gives supporting fire for this person. Firing accurately to the foreheads of the risen. He is running out of arrows and he is begining to worry. Fortunately this doesn't affect his aim. He has his cool and collect appearance on the outside, minus his gaping shoulde wound that is healing itself very slowly. Damn...almost kicked the bucket there. He begins to contemplate his lack of formulated strategy.

 

[Aoire]

Seeing Frederik's support, A grim smile spreads across Ester's face, and she makes a beeline towards him, fending off the Risen that come close enough to threaten him. Behind her bulk, it's easier and safer to aim and attack, and the wide swings of her axe keep the Risen wary. Although she's losing steam, she's got an ally now, and that makes all the difference. She digs in her pouch for a vulnerary, and tosses it to Frederik.
"C'mon, a little help here?"

 

[Bill Nein]

Frederik pairs up with the warrior he saved
"Aye"
He fires volley after volley of arrows. He hits risen so that either he kills them, or wounds them so ether can finish them off. Frederik reaches into his quiver....wait,their isn't anything their
"Damn...I'm out of arrows. Do me a solid and make me some room so I can collect the dead risen archer's
arrows."
He picks himself up and rushes to the nearest archer.

Mentions : Aoire Midnight Paragon

 

[Bill Nein]

( Midnight Paragon is this still alive)