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[National]

Thaddeus coughs up a slight stream of blood, the powerful critical strike making him fall to one knee. It was a powerful slash, his chest being cut open heavily. Blood is soaking into his shoulder guard, his bare chest allowing the blood to drip down onto the floor, a small puddle forming around him. However, this made the situation only worse for the Amethyst Hero. His Vantage was starting to rise up, since he was below half of his usual health. A red aura started to form around him, his eyes having a very red glow to them. He rose up, his blood dripping down his battle scarred chest. He charges at the Amethyst Hero, and gives a mighty slash right down the Amethyst Heroes chest.


(Vantage, Critical Strike, 50).

 

[Kwillz]

Mo:





Mo quickly sprang up from the floor when she heard her name mentioned. "Yeah! You can count on my cap'n! Bubbly and unassuming is my specialty!" She said, saluting to Chrom with the hugest grin on her face. She became very excited. She hadn't been a part of a mission like this one in a while, and she was almost bouncing with excitement.


"Ooh boy, those Plegian scum won't be expecting us!" Mo hadn't fought a real fight in forever, though her kind, the manaketes were known for being a peaceful and spiritual with connections very close to the Divine Dragon Naga herself, Mo found that she wasn't very good at that kind of stuff. She found praying to Naga extremely boring and time-consuming. And whenever she did get around to try praying to Naga, it wouldn't be a very good prayer, even Naga herself kind of gave up on Mo in that aspect.


But what Mo did love doing was fighting. She recalls fondly the days when he age count was only triple digits. She used to go around in her dragon form, destroying small villages and setting entire forest aflame. Also crashing into mountains. But Mo found that she was able to do that anymore, the Plegians would have her killed if they caught her doing that in the open and now that she was with the Shepherds, Chrom wouldn't let her go and run rampant in her dragon form because he says "People could get hurt or worse." But Mo decided she didn't to argue with him, that's too much work.


Chrom:





Chrom gave out a little chuckle. "Alright Mo, glad you're up for the task, but you need to remember to stay focused this time." When Aro mentioned that Tillin was missing, he paused for a moment. He looked around. "Was he not with us with he came?" He asked, turning to Frederick.





Frederick shook his head. "Forgive me, milord, but I do not recall seeing the young priest when we entered the inn." Chrom rubbed his chin, "That's not good then, I do think we should go out and search for him, he was never the strongest in combat. He may be in danger." He though about the possible situations Tillin could be, he may have been captured by Plegians or lost alone in the wild.


"Milord, please slow down and plan your actions thoroughly before you go through with yet another wily strategy..." Frederick said waryly. "Tillin should be fine, he always did have a strong spirit. But for now we must focus on the bigger enemy we face ahead of us."


Chrom sighed. "I guess you're right. But we will search for him on our way to the ports." He said firmly, "Alright everyone! We shall prepare for our next move immediately. We move out when Imrae returns." He said to all the Shepherds in the inn.


@JohnNeko @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Aeon, too tired still to dodge the strike, took the hit full on. The massive strike broke cleanly through his chest plating, and gargantuan slash appeared on his chest. He took a few steps back before falling on a knee, his using Killing Edge as support as his free hand held onto his chest. He felt that his body might split apart if he let go, the blood soaking his armor and clothing, turning the once proud looking Amethyst colors to a bright crimson.


"D-damn it all....I...I can't take much more....t-this looks like my last battle...."


He steadily rose again, his legs shaking under him from the strain, still holding onto his chest with a free hand. He coughed violently, blood flowing from a corner of his mouth, and grinned at the Wolf, grimacing in pain as he did so.


"B-but I....cant die just yet....people are counting on me....to stop you. D-despite the events that are taking place...it was g-good fighting you."


He then threw his sword in the air above the Wolf and jumped into the air, spinning a little in midair before falling and bringing his Killing Edge down to the Wolf, using all his strength in one last desperate attempt to win the fight.

 

[torchik37]

Tillin let out an exasperated sigh as he finally came to a halt. He had checked the perimeter of the city's gate multiple times, but still had found no one. Once, he thought he had seen a wyvern flying through the sky, but when he looked again, it was gone. Where had they gotten to? If he paced around any longer, one of the Plegian guards was sure to try questioning him. And just how many minutes had it been since he had left Aeon behind? With little hope of finding the rest of the Shepherds, the boy decided it would be best to recall his new friend. Besides, he didn't want to leave him fighting that beast for too long. He reached inside his robe and pulled out his most valuable rod: Rescue. He kneeled on the ground, needing to channel all of his focus for such a long range spell. Planting the bottom off the rod onto the ground, he muttered a quick spell to himself, then opened his eyes. The top of the staff was glowing a bright green and a sudden beam of light shot into the sky. If it worked, he would find the man standing next to him in a few moments, hopefully in one piece. The boy let out a deep breathe, falling onto his bottom. He had hardly ever used the spell and it was quite draining compared to his other abilities. Not to mention, the rod had very limited uses, so he needed to use it sparingly.


"He better be alright..." Tilling said to himself as he waited for the man to be teleported. Once he was reunited with Aeon, they could search for the rest of the Shepherds together. It was always better to go in a pair that to travel alone, anyway. As a team, he was fairly sure they could take on most of the opponents that would come their way. Still, he longed to be reunited with the prince, even if he was just a small priest. His position as a healer often gave him the perk of being close to the important man and for that, he was grateful. He nodded to himself. He would find Chrom soon.


@Knight Nate

 

[Midnight Paragon]

But just before Aeon could land the blow, he was surrounded by green light. The light was so bright it blinded him, and he closed his eyes not to look at it. When he opened them again, he found himself crouched next to the city gates, Tillin by his side. His hand still holding his massive wound, he looked around, seeing that he was in a different place than before, and chuckled to himself, spitting out some blood as he did so. He turned his head weakly to Tillin and gave him a bloody smile, his Killing Edge barely supporting him.


"Oh. Hey there, Tillin. W-What's new...?"


Each word he spoke was filled with pain, as if another sword stabbed him with each syllable. He was a mess, extremely different from the proud Hero he was before Tillin left. His armor was bloody and broken, stained Crimson with his blood, covering up the proud amethyst colors he had painted. But, for some strange reason, the Shepherds badge had remained mysteriously unharmed. He grunted again as he gripped his chest harder, blood still flowing from the massive wound.

 

[National]

Thaddeus coughs up some blood, his jet black hair gleaming from the sun. His blood soaked his entire chest, and he was definitely on his last legs. He looks over at the Amethyst Hero, who he could tell was also on his last legs. However, the boy somehow had some energy left in him, and charges at Thaddeus, ready to attack him one last time. Before Thaddeus could react, however, a bright, green light encases the Amethyst Hero. He knew what this signalled: the young hero was being teleported away, probably by the cleric he saw before. He watches as the hero was transported away, and now Thaddeus was alone, his blood still dangerously dripping off his body. He sheathes away his steel sword, his deadly blade being sheathed away. He was on his last legs, and he needed help, now.

 

[torchik37]

A few seconds passed with no result and the light began to fade, causing Tillin to think that the spell might have failed. He was far from a master priest and the Rescue staff required a decent amount of ability to correctly wield. Maybe he hadn't trained enough, he thought to himself. Just as he was about to give up and pull the staff from the ground, the green light shot back down from the heavens, landing next to him. From the light materialized a human form--Aeon's he hoped. As the bright green light finally began to fade, he saw that it indeed was the man that had saved him, albeit not in the state he was expecting. A dire wound crossed the hero's chest and Tillin could see that it had even broken through the metal armor. What kind of strength did that require? The Cold Wolf was an even scarier warrior than he had thought initially, and he had been quite scared from the start. The hero laughed to himself, coughing up blood in the process, then greeted the boy weakly. Tillin's eyes were wide with horror, in disbelief that the man was still alive, not to mention speaking.


"S-stop talking! Don't move and just stay quiet or you'll overexert yourself," the boy ordered, rushing over and helping to lower the man to his back. A wave of guilt rushed over him, knowing he was responsible for the grievous wounds upon the man's body. If he hadn't run, he could have supported him in battle. Hell, if he hadn't provoked the crazed Plegian, Aeon wouldn't have had to fight in the first place. "I'm so sorry! I didn't want this to happen to you! I should have thought before I spoke back then..."


He worked to unlatch the armor from the man's chest, prying it off as Aeon's blood spilled onto his hands. The breastplate alone was so heavy that Tillin could barely lift it, a testament to the hero's strength. With a grunt, he pushed the metal plate to the side and examined the wound. It was bad. Still, it wasn't past the point of saving. He had considered bringing a Mend staff with him before departing his hometown, but thought his healing knowledge too low to properly use it. Now, he wished he had not only brought it, but practiced enough to know how to use it. Shaking his head, he pulled out his Heal staff and gripped it firmly, realizing his hands were shaking from the sight of so much blood.


"I'm not good enough of a healer to completely fix this..." he stated, both to himself and to Aeon. "But I'll do my best!"


He closed his eyes once more, but this time felt his mind swim with dizziness. He had never used this much healing magic in one day and he could feel the effects. The boy regained his balance as he knelt next to the hero and began to focus again. He owed Aeon at least this much for saving him twice. After a few seconds, the staff's orbs began to glow warmly, signaling that its effects were at work. Tillin hoped that when he opened his eyes, the wound would be completely sealed, but he knew that was too much to wish for. As his energy subsided, he cracked them open and was unsurprised to see that the wound had not sealed all the way. On the bright side, it looked far better than he had expected, reduced to a shallow cut and no longer bleeding profusely. With a smile, he pushed himself to his feet, but then fell back over, dizzy from the magic use.


"I hope it feels a little better now," he stated, sitting with his hands on his knees. "Let's...just rest for a bit. Maybe the others will find us."

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Aeon felt himself slip away slightly as Tillin set him on his back quickly and began taking his armor off. He was impressed with the boy's ability to do so; he had chosen a heavy armor on purpose, mainly due to the fact that he was used to the weight and it didn't really slow him down. He lay there quietly as Tillin worked his magic, and in a few seconds, most of the pain from his wound was gone. He looked down and saw that the massive gouge had shrunk, looking more like a long cut. He looked over to the Priest and smiled; he doesn't nearly give himself enough credit, because that was a very deep wound he had. He sat up, albeit a bit slowly, and turned his whole body to the Priest, wiping the blood of his face and giving him a thumbs up.


"Whew....it feels a lot better, thanks. You mind handing me my satchel? You took it off when you removed my chest plate. It has a couple Concoctions in it. I would do it myself, but...my legs don't want to move just yet."


He pointed to a brown bag near his chest plate. It wasn't a very large bag, but it wasn't small either. It was a wonder that it had not sustained any damage during the fight.


"I agree with waiting here, too. Though only for a little while. Judging from the amount of soldiers I've seen and with the Wolf being here, this place could turn into a war zone quicker than the blink of an eye."

 

[JohnNeko]

Thea had just made the drop off for the latest item she had stolen, humming at the feeling of her heavier-than-usual coin purse when she heard her boot splash against something, accompanied by the smell of iron. "Just what I need. Someone coming around and blaming me for someone's death..."


She followed the small spots of blood to a hulking man, noting the blood and how his chest seemed to rise and fall painfully. With a small sigh, the lithe girl put the man's arm over her shoulder and helped him to his feet. "It's going to suck, but you're going to have to help me out here big guy. You need to see a cleric and I'm not exactly in the position to carry you all the way there."


Luck was on her side, as per usual. She was wearing a dark traveling cloak which even if she couldn't perfectly wash these blood stains out of it, it wouldn't make her look like a psychopath. "I don't know who you pissed off stranger, but if a big guy like you got fucked up, I should probably be watching my back too, huh?"


This was exactly why she was happy she was a thief. There was no petty 'this is my land, no it's mine' squabbles that nobles did, shoving their shiny cod pieces forward as if it's supposed to impress someone. Just good old sneak in, steal something, sneak out, profit.


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