Fantasy The Last Army

[Chachalotte]

The beginning​

During the past few days, the remaining people had a better life. The weather became more tolerable as the heat was finally cooling down, but it was still unsure if it was definitive and something way bigger was coming toward them. The last army suffered casualties ever since they succeeded with their first goal. They separated into two different groups, one located in the north and the other in the south. Their goals were to reunited together in the east before making their final move, which was walking toward the center.
The story we're going to tell is the group located in the south, where the most population was still alive here. They helped the remaining cities by giving them resources and protection over the past weeks in order to let them enough time to live until they definitely leave.

Holden

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Holden used to be a quiet town belonging to humans, but it quickly shifted when the collision began, resulting in many races walking across the street. The sky is perpetually clouded, leaving a grim atmosphere. The members of the last army considered it the safest town of all as all the building are still intact. And for good reason, it wasn't attacked as much and defended well against all odds with many resources available near. It contained a tavern, a town square, a nursing home, and commerce that were still working with a constant shift in price. People were emerging from their sleep as the last army was going to prepare for their final journey.

 

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[div class=hover]maeve & noor​

Maeve sat alone, stroking the silky fur of Noor, her beloved grimbear cub, with one clawed hand while the other flipped her knife delicately, the blade spinning in intricate twirls whilst leaving behind flashes of blueish light. She was holding fort in the early hours of the morning at the tavern, of which was already being habited by the morning’s drunks. Maeve herself had already downed a cup of whiskey, but unlike her rather human counterparts was not feeling the pleasurable buzz of drunkenness. She frowned as a man bumped her table, shaking it enough to rattle the plate of food sitting before her. Her pale eyes almost gleamed as Maeve let out a hiss of displeasure.

“Terribly sorry, miss,” the stranger said quickly. She snapped out her words angrily. “Flip my table next time, why don’t you?” she hissed, slamming her knife down. Beside her, Noor was raising his hackles. She could feel the tightening of his scruff beneath her nimble fingers and heard his matching hiss of displeasure. The pair were quite tired, and just looking for a scrape.

The man of Maeve’s focus mumbled out more apologies, his voice rising in fear, as the hollow’s temper was well known around the town and nobody went looking for trouble around her. Wrinkling her nose, Maeve lifted a clawed hand and pointed at the stranger. He swallowed fearfully, and the sound of it made Maeve shudder with delight. She practically lived off of fear. The standoff was interrupted, though, by the tavernkeeper. A stout and well respected man by the name of Karn, he was known for his stubbornness and his love for his establishment. And ground rules were absolutely positively no fights.

“Maeve. Erik. Shut it down now, or I will ban you both.” Karn’s words were short. He didn’t want to get in the middle of this, but he would not allow a fight to tarnish the reputation of his keep.

Maeve sighed, blowing out angry breath between her pointed canines. She lowered her finger, complying with the older man. Erik mumbled out yet another apology along with a grateful thank you to Karn before hurrying off, this time more careful about where he moved. She didn’t acknowledge Karn as he stood by her. All she heard was a sigh before he turned away. Tensions were high this time of year.

As usual, heads turned when Maeve flew out the door, Noor clutched to her chest and her dark red cloak billowing behind her. She was a sight to see, and garnered attention wherever she walked. Few had ever seen a hollow, and even less were alive to speak of it. The sun had risen the slightest bit, and the sky was not quite so dark. She knew that the army was leaving soon, and she would have to meet back with the others. Maeve knew her way around town, and slipped between alleyways, skirting the occasional loner or drunk and only acknowledging the ones with whom she had ‘bonded’, though they were not as close to her as they thought.

location: holden, town square
mood: frustrated & tired
with: nobody

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[Chachalotte]

Dorian Fateful
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A glimpse of light stroke Dorian forehead when he finally stood up from his bed. The vision of death and nightmare became recurrent, but this didn't mean he gave up, not at all. However, any sane human wouldn't be able to dream peacefully when there's so much to carry on. He was usually one of the first to wake up, giving him some time to feed his companion Julius. The room was decorated with red ornaments and a long brown carpet covering the whole floor. There was a great smell thanks to the herbs put on the rounded table near the window. He went toward his white armor and spear held against the wall, looking at it for a long moment. The armor was starting to get rusty like the others, and Dorian had quite the adventure while wearing it even though it was only a few months old. He took it, having only his head uncovered for now. After a few steps, he was in front of his mirror. His face truly shows how tired he was, having dark circles. His skin wasn't tanned despite the heat, and that was because the sun couldn't shine bright when clouds covered the sky and him wearing his armor most of the time. Now ready to go, he left his place with the squeaking door and held a leg of lamb for Julius he got last night. The beast wasn't taller than a horse and the people around got used to it... Or more forced to since they couldn't really fight it without making a commotion. He opened the wooden door of the shed and reached the beast with the food. "Good boy..." After petting it a few times, he left it and went toward the town square, thinking reluctantly of the future they were all going to face. The east was a cruel place and the west was still being devastated by a tempest. There was no other entrance available...

Today was going to be rough and the tension was building up even more ever since they were revealed that the artifact was finally found, and it was thanks to the sacrifice of many. Because of this, everyone knew it was time for the last army to leave Holden and follow the path they've been working on, even if it was uncertain if they will reach the center. Some people were scared and it deeply affected him, but what choice they had? It wasn't like they could just endure everything and wait, because otherwise, they would die along the world. For those who couldn't wake up, several soldiers started to roam the street knocking at the doors and went inside the tavern and other building to make sure everyone was ready. The horses were being prepared and some bags with furnitures put near them. Dorian looked at them while they were holding their torches. He salutes them briefly and reaches the town square. He recognized Maeve which wasn't hard with her cloak, raising his hand from afar before approaching her. Ever since he joined them, he wasn't scared of her at all although he still doesn't know how to act properly with her enigmatic personality. He's one who believes everyone is good, in a way, and no one should be defined based on their races and fortunately, he wasn't the only one. He just wanted everyone to get along after all. She looked tired, maybe she didn't sleep well. "Hey Maeve. I see that you are up early. Did you have trouble sleeping? I won't blame you, it's so hard these days... The others will be ready soon." He was probably a goof to her, who knows. Even more when he looked tired himself, but he was always too protective of everyone and not even himself. There were so many things he wanted to talk, but he wasn't sure if it was the right time. He glanced at Noor and smile before looking back at her. Maybe he could bright her up a little bit. "The boy is in good hands. I sure hope he will grow in a peaceful world once everything will be over."


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[Gabe]

Farran Autumnsteel​

The Forgeborn was early on the table adjacent to the forge set up in Holden. He didn't notice the movement on the street growing, the resonant sound of steel and magic ringing loudly on Holden's blacksmith store. The man generously lent his facilities to the Last Army, aiding them in their mission to take the artifact where it should be. Farran didn't sleep that night, working overdrive to fix the army's equipment and even helping the blacksmith with some work, paying for the lodgings. The forge worked all night, adding more grey to the grim sky, but Farran didn't mind. He didn't need as much sleep as the others, he was built to be resistant and stalwart. As soon as he finished the last repair, he placed the dagger on its scabbard and put it on the pile, rising from the chair and stretching. He only then noticed that it was already daytime, and sighed, leaving through the heavy wooden door.

The store's door faced the town square, where the Army's forces already walked to and fro, along with several other citizens from all races. Looking around, he noticed the cloaked woman talking to a man in white armor, recognizing them as Maeve and Dorian. Dorian wasn't hard to interact with, but Maeve was a bit more complicated, her behavior still alien to Farran. He approached the two, dusting his hands. "Good morning, Miss Maeve, Mister Dorian. How are you today? Doing well, I hope." he said, his standard "servant smile" ingrained on his behavior being flashed toward them both.

 

[Slav]

Anders Larsen
Anders was in the corner of the tavern sleeping when he was awoken by some commotion that has arisen. Apparently, somebody bumped into Maeve's table and Maeve wasn't known for her politeness. Anders was watching the whole thing unfold silently, deciding not to jump in and help the man. The last thing he wanted to do was get between Maeve when she had a mood like this. Eventually, Maeve bolted out the door, probably because they were supposed to be leaving today. The Last Army was going on the move but Anders was in no rush to get moving. He was going to take his time. He finally thought he was waiting long enough and got up slowly, sore from all the years of traveling. He hasn't sleep in a proper bed for a long time. He walked to the door and opened it, the expecting the morning light to shin brightly upon his face.

As Anders expected, it seemed that morning light was just as powerful as ever though some clouds started to come into few, the last thing he wanted to start off the journey was rain. Anders started moving in the direction where many soldiers seemed to be getting ready. He usually didn't carry much expect his bow, a short sword and some essentials. Traveling light had an advantage, you were able to move quicker. Anders put his hand on his forehead, a slight headache from the extensive drinking he had done the night before. He was what they called an functioning alcoholic. As he was walking he spotted Maeve, Dorian and Farran. Dorian and Farran were good fellows, they were better men then himself. He approached them, "Maeve, if you're going to make some commotion, do it in a place where I don't sleep frequently." He said sounding a bit annoyed. He needed his sleep.

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[div class=hover]maeve & noor​

Maeve turned her pale gaze to Dorian as he spike, furrowing her brows. She was not in the mood to speak, but Dorian seemed nice enough and was someone she was rather close to (in her sense of the word). She nodded at Dorian’s words, rolling her blind eyes (what a feat!) as he mentioned sleep. “With all this tension in the air I would think the world is ending!“ she said dryly. “I haven’t slept in, what, two days? It’s outrageous,“ she growled. She could sense her own anger and pent up energy roiling off of her in clouds, and smiled internally when Dorian mentioned Noor. The bear cub was scrambling around her feet, giving off quick grunts and chewing on the edge of her cloak.

“He has gotten pretty big,” she noted, giving the grimbear a slight shove away with her toe. He sneezed and ambled off to inspect Dorian’s shoes. Maeve whipped her head to her left as she heard a soft patting sound, hands on a tunic. A subdued voice greeted her and her companion. It belonged to Farran, the... what was it? Forgeborn! Maeve’s small grin exited her face as yet another companion joined the group.

Anders spoke directly to her, and she half smirked as she remembered the scare that she had given to the lumbering old man who had disturbed her. “My deepest condolances for your disturbed slumber, but a hardfooted oaf had to be put in his place,” she explained. If one could look close enough, they could catch a fleeting moment of glee spring across her pale features as she imagined the ways she could’ve taught Erik a lesson. “Would you be ever so kind as to describe his face when I yelled at him?” she asked Anders, only half joking.

location: town square, holden
feeling: anxious, angry
with: dorian, farran, anders

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[Worthlessplebian]

Benjamin Fowell
Ben slowly opened his eyes, he was sleeping on his closed book of medicine, quill in hand and he wondered what did he wrote. He opened the book and flipped through the pages, each covered in overwhelmingly detailed art and elegant writing, carefully cataloged plants, creatures, illnesses, each with their own columns dedicated to everything about them. Ben flipped to the last page and noticed it was about Hollows and on the other side of the page was the Forgeborn but Ben was focused on the Hollows, he was eager about this new species but alas the only specimen he knows about is Maeve, he wonders would she answer his questions about her species, he thought but that was when he noticed that he was alone in the tavern, save for the usual drunkards that frequent it, they must be outside he thought but before he got up and went outside to join them, he did a routine check of his equipment. Helmet and armour rusted along the edges but in a working condition, his cloak on the end was tattered with a few notable rips, his ceremonial dagger was expertly cleaned of any blood and debris, it being his only weapon after all but what really irked Ben was when he saw that his backpack had a rip in one of the pockets. The pocket that contained herbs, roots, flowers and other plant-like resources that aided in curing poisons, he mentally noted to pick up any plants that could aid him in making poison antidotes along the road.

With his routine checkup done, he placed his helmet upon his dome and lifted his hood over his head, he got up from his chair in which he slept and stumbled a bit before quickly catching his balance with the assistance of the table, Ben questioned whether he should down a vial of medicine but remembered that if he had gotten a proper night's sleep instead of sleeping on the table, he wouldn't have almost fallen to the floor. Ben stretched his arms and legs, placed his book inside his backpack and continued onward, leaving the tavern, the sun mildly stinging his eyes. He spotted Dorian, Maeve, Anders and Farrans so he quietly approached them as he had always done. When he reached them, he greeted them with his usual cheerfulness. "Morning" his voice was raspier than usual, he coughed a bit and it became clearer but still had a hint of raspiness. "I see we are all gathered here, ready to make our exit out of this cheerful town." The hint of sarcasm was particularly present on the cheerful bit as he inquired while he knelt and looked at the bear cub.
(Location: Town Square, Holden) (Sorry for my wall of text, if it has any contradictions let me know.)
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[Chachalotte]

Dorian Fateful
Interacting with: Gabe Slav hostage Worthlessplebian ​

He was briefly surprised when she turned to him with her frowning, but she answered back and nicely which reassured him. He nodded back and smiled again. "Well... As long we're still standing, the world won't die. We have survived for so long after all!" He looked even more worried when she announced that she didn't sleep for two days. It's true she wasn't human, but everyone needed sleep! "If you need to rest during our journey, I will be sure to protect you and your boy from the danger." Noor was cute to be fair, and so Dorian kneeled down petting him rightfully as he deserved it. He raised his head when Farren made his entrance and salute him before rising. "Yes, Farran! Everyone has been working even more since last week, which makes me happy. I'm glad we're still all together despite the darkness." With Anders and Benjamin coming, he also greets them both. Although they were all different, everyone present around him were the closest person he had inside the last army in a way. He wasn't really shocked when he heard about the commotion but he didn't want to interfere too much. He answered to Benjamin. "Poor citizens... I hope they will smile again when we'll make it."

Behind them, the caravans and mounts were now ready. There were so many varieties of weapons, materials, and mounts ranged to typical horses along lizards and even bears. They were around 50 people left inside the last army from the south in total, from warriors to tacticians and even a few engineers left who could be useful if any kind of technologies were left in their path.
Some members called for them to comes as it was finally time. Guards and other people started gathering around, looking at their last hope leaving Holden, with many doubting the success and fearing they won't survive. Dorian looked at everyone, even Noor while clenching his fist. "Well, we're being waited for my friends!"

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