The Principle Journey: Wrath of the North Main IC

[cokemonster]

Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn


Feusen 3rd, 997 CYAD - 5 PM


 


Of course the venomous spiders were just appetizers. They were far too weak and too small in number to be considered much of a threat as their mission states. That's why when the humongous bear showed up only to start attacking them, Grifyn was not surprised at all. He expected something far more dangerous to be there, after all.


 


The batte against the large ursine creature started the battle with a powerful roar, which seemed to send some kind of powerful force towards its target. A strange occurrence. A bear should have no access to such an ability.


 


Luckily, Grifyn's companions were someow working in sync with each other, countering the bear's power roar with their own abilities. Their efforts paid off, but it only worsened the situation - instead of defeatng the bear, it infuriated it, causing it to thrash and launch a ferocoius barrage of attacks towards the group.


 


Grifyn was fast enough to react to the shards of wood and stone heading towards him, dodging them with ease. It was then that Grifyn realized that something was off with the bear. It did not act like its kin. It was enraged, and thrashing around. But most importantly, its eyes were extremely distorted and glowing with the color red. Not only that but the bear emanated a malevolent aura.


 


The bear was not itself. That was Grifyn's assumption. And as he came with one assumption, he came onto another. 


 


Something is causing this bear to act strangely. And in order to discover more about this, they must take down the bear without killing it. But how can they such a thing, when this very beast is attempting to lethally put them down?


 


Grifyn took a step back. That's when all became clear. After hearing a wet sound, Grifyn looked below, and saw the fallen Antarnae's fluids. It has been common knowledge that these spiders are venomous, and that their poison paralyzes the average man within minutes. With this in mind, Grifyn had conceived a plan of action.


 


"Cecil!", he called out to the bard. "I'm going to need your help once more."


 


Amidst the chaos of flying debris, little Noellas climbing trees, and thundurus roars as Belluam fought on with the Vindur, Cecil was nearby catching his breath. He did not turn the slightest as he responded with a curt, "I'm listening."


 


"Something is wrong with this beast. I intend to know what it is. We must put that bear to a stop without killing it."  A smirk came to his face, with a puff of confidence. "And I've got a plan that would give me exactly the results I desire."


 


Grifyn knelt down on the ground, and began to carefully collect the remains of the slain Antarnae and grouped them up together on one spot. Their fluids continously dripped out of them, and now that they are clustered together, it slowly created a puddle of both their bodily fluids - one of which was their paralyzing poison.


 


He then, took a nearby sharp stick, a debris from the bear's earlier excavation, and dipped half of it in the puddle of the Antarnae's liquids. 


 


This was when the bard did turn, cocking furrowed brows at him. "Why in the world are you playing with corpses?"


 


Grifyn smirked as he stood, with the liquid coated stick. "The venom of a single Antarnae can paralyze an average person within minutes. Now, combining the venom of five Antarnaes increases the potency and effectiveness of this paralyzing poison."


 


He took a step forward. "An average human has powerful antibodies to resist this poison, however, a bear lacks that." 


 


Another step. "Now, with the venom's potency and effectiveness increased five times, even a healthy man would be unable to move within a few moments.


 


His eyes gazed upon the raging bear, then back to Cecil. "I need you to coat your knife with the venom. We'll attack the bear and inject this poison twice, and if my predictions are right, we'd stop the bear from moving within mere seconds."


 


The effeminate man dropped his statuesque stance to scratch at his scalp, head tilting with a clear look of confusion. "Anti-whaties...?"  After some absorbtion of all that, or perhaps after just blindly accepting it, he came forward to the pile of bile. He made a few clicks with the latches on his dagger to send the blade flopping onto the paralytic poison.


 


"I hope you are knowlegdable in what you speak of, teasing man. That is not a healthy human, but a beast fourfold in both mass and rage." A click. The dagger retracted to the hilt, its silver iron now coated in a translucent green goop. "Let us not tarry longer. This will at least be interesting, no matter the result."


 


Now that everything was ready, Grifyn threw a number of pebbles and shards of rocks to distract the bear, then attacked it with a punch on the side of its chest. This would usually cause a pain that resonates through the entire torso, and make the receiver pause for a short while, leaving their self unguarded. 


 


Then, Grifyn struck the bear with the poison-coated stick, stabbing it at the back of its broad neck. He pushed it deep enough to make sure that all of the liquid flows straight into the bear's body.


 


On the bear's opposite flank came Cecil. His small frame ran quickly with dagger close at his side. He stayed low to the ground, shooting upward at the Vindur's meaty neck. He rammed into the bear seconds after Grifyn, completing the attack with a similar deep stabbing where a thrown dagger may have been too shallow.


 


Once their attacks had connected, they immediately rushed back to their former location, avoiding any chance of retaliation from the bear. Now, all that's left was to wait for the poison to take effect.


 


DICE LOG:


 


1. Grif Eva Roll #1 - 3 (success)


    7 CCA left


 


2. Grif Eva Roll #2 - 3 (success)


    6 CCA left


 


3. Grif Eva Roll #3 - 3 (success)


    5 CCA left


 


4. Grif Atk Roll #1 - 5 (success)


    4 CCA left


 


5. Grif Atk Roll #2 - 5 (success)


    3 CCA left


    


6. G&C Combo ATK Roll #1 - 5 (success)


 


FINAL STATS:


 


Grif - HP: 5, SE: 18, CCA: 3, ATK: 1, DEF: 1, EVA: 0, DEFSE: 1, EVASE: 2


   Damaged Vindur Bear


   Cecil - HP 6, SE 3/15, CCA 8,  ATK 3, DEF 1, EVA 4


   Damaged Vindur


   


Out Of Coke: It's more dramatic if our attacks auto hit in the post, but if the Vindur successfully DEF or EVA'ades them, its body phat could be how it avoids damage. #StopGodModdingGrif

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

Location: Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn
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Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D. / 5 pm
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Engagement Scenario: UPDATE


[SIZE= 16px]The beast continued to rage on not bothering to distinguish tree from rock from human. The unusual behavior, the abnormal size and the dark energy it was spilling out could all be linked. Vice Commander Belluam proceeded to mount the bear and hack away at it with sword and axe like it was a piece of firewood. The severe incisions it made spewed blood and flesh. The bear finally turned some of its attention on her and tossed her off of it like a farmer chucking hay into a wagon. The bear stood standing its gaze unfazed. The dark aura it exhibited started sewing the torn flesh, keeping it together as it were, though the damage was significant. While it was regenerating, the young girl Noella ( @JayfeatherRaven ) foolishly believed that armed with a tree branch and gravity that she would injure this creature. The bear took the blow, but remained unfazed still. The Dark energy had destroyed the tree branch and pushed Noella away. Grifyn and Cecil had prepared a plan while the others took turns at the bear. They stabbed a poison coated stick at its neck. However ingenious or well executed the attack, the dark energy simply eliminated the weapon. With Grifyn still close the bear instinctively attacked swiping the air with a paw full of spirit energy. [/SIZE]












[SIZE= 16px]Title of Battle: Possessed Vindur Bear
Location: Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Battle Post limit: TBD
Engagement Party Members: Belluam @MsPolite / Leira @Andromeda Arc / Grifyn @Reinhardt / Noella @JayfeatherRaven / Cecil @cokemonster
Opponent(s): [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Opponents Stats: Stats are not displayed. They shall be uncovered as you battle. Please refer to the Engagement Scenario for continual updates of what has been revealed. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]HP: -9/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]CCA: 13/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]SE: -36/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ATK DICE: 10/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]DEF DICE: ??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]EVA DICE: ??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ARTES: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Sonic Roar Arte lvl 3[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]?????? [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Opponent Posting Cycle: GM will control the Actions of the Vindur Bear. The Cycle is as follows, Player/Player/GM/Player/Player/Player/GM/Player/GM auto repeat from here.
Allies: Antarah Genzah: Contact through Waystone. VC Belluam has one to call him in if needed.
Objectives: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Deal with Possessed Vindur Bear[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Survive [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Assess Capabilities and Particularities
Surrounding Terrain: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Rugged, uneven terrain with long grass and tree roots [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Tall 10m trees with 30cm diameter trunks.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Short bushes 1m tall[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Large  boulders scattered around[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Fallen Trees
Weather: Clear Day, muggy within the forest.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Special Condition:  Just to clear things,[/SIZE]


Belluams enhanced attacks hit


The ATK by Noella was ineffective.


The ATK from Grifyn was ineffective.


It ATK with an ARTE at Grifyn

 

[Andromeda Arc]

Posted Tuesday at 11:21 PM · Report post

Leira Laramy


Where: Fort Milestone


When: Feusen 3rd 997 CYAD



With: Noella! @JayfeatherRavenand Grifyn @Reinhardt and Belluam @MsPolite and Cecil @cokemonster and Antarah @Shin Positron Laser     


STATS: HP: 3/4 /////////////////// SE: 12/36 ///////////////////// CCA: 9

....what...was...that......


liera was shocked at what happened. while the others kept attacking she tried to piece together what it was that she did. using spirit energy was not something new to her at all. when she found out about her abilities she studied to heal. she never really learned the arte of attacking. she didnt think she had to given she was not a soldier or mercenary. but what she did really looked like an attack. she didnt care that she was pushed back from the blow it took, cause she wasnt expecting it she didnt really brace herself well so she was on her bum.


Her hand was still feeling tingly from the attack. she watched as everyone did what they could to stop the bear. " we need to get outta here! " it took a few tries to get to her feet. it was the fear that kept her down. " we need to..." she was scared, this was no vindur she knew. it was nothing like a creatures emotion. everyones attacks were not working very well it was obvious. but still they kept trying. " ...please! lets just go1!!!" she shouted her hands trying to block the noise of the bear. grifyn was way too close, she could see him trying to get his stick out of the bear and the bear winding up to tear him to shreds.  she stayed down and shut her eyes almost just ready to give up and not wanting to see someone die a horrible death.


..........i dont want to dies..........i dont want to die...............i dont want to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


YOU CAN HELP THEM! 


she opened her eyes. something inside was different. one sec she was thinking about dying the next she felt reassured. she didnt know why, it was like some voice inside her said she could help. she got up from that ground, her cheeks wet with tears but with eyes of anger. she took aim with that same hand, the sensation came back to her. " NO you dont!!!!!!" she shot at the bears arm. this time she held her ground, but was still pushed a little, probably because she was getting tired from using this much energy.


Shock thrust arte 2 = -12 SE 


CCA = 6


shock thrust arte 2 = -12 se

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

Location: Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn
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Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D. / Early Evening
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Engagement Scenario: UPDATE


[SIZE= 16px]The attack by Leira was more than enough to counter the Vindur Bears swipe that the remaining power pushed it back away from Grifyn. The Bear was still in a daze but the Dark Energy was becoming even more unstable in its appearance, making the bear perform drastic movements and gestures. The healing regeneration process is was slow. Even before being fully healed, at least, from a physical standpoint the bear opened its jaw and a blast of spirit energy shot towards Leira in revenge. It then went on all fours before lifting itself off the ground towards Grifyn. Using its flight ability it soared through the thicket of forest quickly, like a charge, rushing head first towards Grifyn. [/SIZE]












[SIZE= 16px]Title of Battle: Possessed Vindur Bear
Location: Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Battle Post limit: TBD
Engagement Party Members: Belluam @MsPolite / Leira @Andromeda Arc / Grifyn @Reinhardt / Noella @JayfeatherRaven / Cecil @cokemonster
Opponent(s): [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Opponents Stats: Stats are not displayed. They shall be uncovered as you battle. Please refer to the Engagement Scenario for continual updates of what has been revealed. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]HP: -15/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]CCA: 13/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]SE: -42/?[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ATK DICE: 10/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]DEF DICE: ??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]EVA DICE: ??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ARTES: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Sonic Roar Arte lvl 3[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Fist of Fury Arte lvl 1[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Opponent Posting Cycle: GM will control the Actions of the Vindur Bear. The Cycle is as follows, Player/Player/GM/Player/Player/Player/GM/Player/GM auto repeat from here.
Allies: Antarah Genzah: Contact through Waystone. VC Belluam has one to call him in if needed.
Objectives: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Deal with Possessed Vindur Bear[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Survive [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Assess Capabilities and Particularities
Surrounding Terrain: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Rugged, uneven terrain with long grass and tree roots [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Tall 10m trees with 30cm diameter trunks.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Short bushes 1m tall[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Large  boulders scattered around[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Fallen Trees
Weather: Clear Day, muggy within the forest.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Special Condition: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Fist of Fury was a lvl 1 arte[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Leira is being targeted with Lvl 3 arte Sonic Roar[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Grifyn is being charged with a headbutt worth 8 ATK DICE[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]In order to evade the attack Grifyn needs to roll 8 EVA DICE[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]In order to block the attack, the following 2 players posts must have a combined DEF Dice roll of 8[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Or simply a lvl 2 atk arte would do it.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]-Damage will be dealt to Grifyn and all who attempt to block with him with -2 HP if unsuccessful [/SIZE]

 

[Andromeda Arc]

Posted Tuesday at 11:21 PM · Report post

Leira Laramy


Where: Fort Milestone


When: Feusen 3rd 997 CYAD



With: Noella! @JayfeatherRavenand Grifyn @Reinhardt and Belluam @MsPolite and Cecil @cokemonster and Antarah @Shin Positron Laser     


STATS: HP: 0/4 /////////////////// SE: 0/36 ///////////////////// CCA: 6/9

.....it actually worked..........


leira was surprised her shot was able to stop or stun the bears attack on grifyn. but it looked like she was the one the bear wanted next. it let out a huge roar, and of course it was no ordinary roar but one used like a spell with spirit energy in it. leira could tell she didnt have much left inside her. that bear was probably going to keep attacking everyone. she didnt want to use her injured arm, the one scratch from the antarnae bug, and now she was about to get smacked around by some supercharged bad breath blast of an attack. whatever little SE she had left was going to be used for sure. the wave of air was rushing against her, but before the impact could hit she pointed with her finger trying again to get that lightning bolt out. but instead of aiming for the attack, she went for the bear! she could not see what the bear was doing, but she did her best to find a giant balls of fur and shot her lightning bolt. " KYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" 


the blast hit leira at full force. and with nothing to defend her she went flying against a tree, snapping it slightly. the blast leaving heavy cuts all over her, blood stained on her ripped clothing. when the attack was done with, she fell to the ground, couldnt even brace her fall, blood running down her face from the small cuts and large bruise on the back of her head from the bang. her one good hand that the power shot out from was trying to move around, but the energy faded from her. 


........damn......it................ 


Shock thrust arte 2 = -12 SE 


CCA = 6


shock thrust arte 2 = -12 se


CCA = 6


shock thrust arte 2 = -12 se


0 se remaining. 

 

[Reinhardt]

Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn


Feusen 3rd, 997 CYAD - Early Evening


All of a sudden, just when Grifyn had hatched a plan that involves blocking the bear's charging headbutt, the creature was halted by a pair of lightning bolts. Surprised, Grifyn turned his attention to the source of such a life-saving act - Leira, who caught the bear's powerful roar head on and fell to the ground, unconscious and wounded.


"Tch.", Grifyn mumbled under his breath, as he ran to the side of the fallen girl.


He did not expect this at all. Once again, at a horrible time, his plan...had failed him. Various emotions filled his head - fear, anger, sadness. But most importantly, guilt and frustration. He felt responsible for everything. He did not think it through, he did not anticipate for any other routes the fight might take. Deep in his heart and soul, he knew he could have done better. He knew could have prevented all this chaos, right from the start.


Lifting the girl up, and carrying her with both of his arms, he rushed to the back of the group. 


"We need to retreat.", he said to them. "Yes, I know it is a horrible choice, but it's the only one I've got right now. We can't fight the bear, not in our current state."


He looked around, searching for a place where they can outrun the bear. Where they could shrug it off. And he found a thicket - not a preferable place, but it's the only one present. Being choosy at the current time will not help at all.


"I do not know what you will do. I do not know what you will decide on.", he turned away from them, and started to walk towards the distant shadows of the thick forest. "This girl risked her life so I could still be alive. I will do just that. I will run. I will retreat. I will remain alive."


Another step, before he enters the said area. 


"Call me a coward if you want. Label me as a disgrace if you should. I do not care. I will not let her sacrifice and efforts be wasted."


He took one step forward.


"I will not let her die."


Grifyn rushed off to the thickets, carrying the unconscious and severely wounded Leira. The Argyle Ranger should not be far from there. He only hoped that he would arrive in time to save the girl's precious life.










FINAL STATS:


Grif - HP: 5, SE: 18, CCA: 3, ATK: 4, DEF: 3, EVA: 3, DEFSE: 1, EVASE: 2


  Rescued unconscious Leira






Tags: @Andromeda Arc @cokemonster @MsPolite @JayfeatherRaven

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

Location: Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn
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Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D. / Early Evening
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Engagement Scenario: Victory and Update


The unfortunate consequence of Grifyn not being able to withstand the Vindur bears assault would have been more severe than anyone would have thought. However through some unknown decision Leira used the remaining amount of spirit energy she had left to lend a hand to her teammate. With one last act of defiance the rookie impeded and blew the bear out of its charge. But this would prove to be but an exchange of circumstance. For although the adventurer Grifyn was saved, she took the blast of spirit energy the bear launched prior in full force. Not guarding against such an assault would be deadly to anyone. She was therefore unconscious as she was carried away.


The accumulated damage from before took its toll and the bear lay against a tree nearly lifeless. However the black aura was still generating even more than before. It was grasping as nearby flora as if to cling to something apart from the bear. The bears flesh that had been torn asunder from the multiple attacks on it was being devoured by the black aura. It was a fortunate turn of events for the group of intrepid mercenaries.


However it may all be for naught. For as they would eventually clear the thicket of the forest, some new danger awaited them at the entrance to the field.












[SIZE= 16px]Title of Battle: Possessed Vindur Bear
Location: Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Battle Post limit: TBD
Engagement Party Members: Belluam @MsPolite / Leira @Andromeda Arc / Grifyn @Reinhardt / Noella @JayfeatherRaven / Cecil @cokemonster
Opponent(s): [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Opponents Stats: Stats are not displayed. They shall be uncovered as you battle. Please refer to the Engagement Scenario for continual updates of what has been revealed. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]HP: -20/20[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]CCA: 13/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]SE: -42/?[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ATK DICE: 10/??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]DEF DICE: ??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]EVA DICE: ??[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]ARTES: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Sonic Roar Arte lvl 3[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Fist of Fury Arte lvl 1[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Opponent Posting Cycle: GM will control the Actions of the Vindur Bear. The Cycle is as follows, Player/Player/GM/Player/Player/Player/GM/Player/GM auto repeat from here.
Allies: Antarah Genzah: Contact through Waystone. VC Belluam has one to call him in if needed.
Objectives: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Deal with Possessed Vindur Bear[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Survive [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Assess Capabilities and Particularities
Surrounding Terrain: [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Rugged, uneven terrain with long grass and tree roots [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Tall 10m trees with 30cm diameter trunks.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Short bushes 1m tall[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Large  boulders scattered around[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]- Fallen Trees
Weather: Clear Day, muggy within the forest.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Special Condition: [/SIZE]

 

[MsPolite]

Belluam Sansuis


Location: Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn


Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D. / Early Evening


With: Leira @Andromeda Arc / Grifyn @Reinhardt / Noella @JayfeatherRaven / Cecil@cokemonster











     "Fuck!" Belluam said as she saw victory fly out the window. She gritted her teeth and was primed to attack the bear, but the bear attacked first aiming for Gryfin. Alas Leira saved Gryfin from a fatal blow with one of her artes, but soon the bear turned on her and nocked her out with a magical roar so loud Belluam had though her ears would pop. She closed her eyes, covered her ears and yelled until all she heard was ringing. Then when she opened them again Belluam saw Leira was unconscious and the bear was staggered.  Belluam was lost as to what had happened. Everything was moving to fast as she felt out of control of the situation. Her muscles were sore and her bones ached... what was this feeling? she didn't know. But she felt old watching the younger new recruits take charge, helping each other and moving with a plan that she was not apart of. "damn.." Suddenly Gryfin picked up the fallen comrade and made excuses for why he was retreating. Belluam's brows furled into a deep crease as she knew he was right. but she didn't like it. Any of it. Belluam moved back watching the bear. "Cecil, Noella Move!" the vice commander ordered. As the party retreated, Belluam took one last glimpse of the bear... It was being devoured by some dark witchcraft of which, she thought could be a bad omen. Shivers ran down her spine as she watched the corpse being consumed. Then she ran. She ran through the thicket or the forest into the clearing, trying to hurry to the airship.

 

[JayfeatherRaven]

Noella Rhyne Swan


Location: Forest, near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn


Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D. / Early Evening


 


 

Ella was broken out of her shocked stupor when Belluam's command reached her ears, which were still recovering from the Vindur's latest roar. Anguish gnawed at her heart when she saw Grifyn carry an unconscious Leira towards the thickets, the Commander following him even though her face clearly stated that retreat was the last thing that she wanted to do. The unexpected attack had thrown them completely off guard, and they were too under-prepared to win a battle against a true foe.


Especially her. Ella knew she had been utterly useless in the fight, her improvised weapon glancing off the bear without doing the slightest of damage. And she wasn't able to help any of her allies. No, it's not my fault. She tried to convince herself, though guilt still pooled in her stomach. But now was not the time for self-pity and loathing. She could still make up for her past mistakes. Her knack for healing just might be able to save Leira - that is, if she could get out of the cursed forest in one piece. "Come on, Cecil!" She called as she began running after the others, already thinking of ways to cure her friend.


[SIZE= 16px]@cokemonster [/SIZE]

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

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Antarah Genzah
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Location: Forest, Near the border of Maxwell and Welwyn
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Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D. / Late Evening
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Character Stats: HP: TBD / SE: TBD / CCA: TBD
​

 
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@MsPolite / @Andromeda Arc / @JayfeatherRaven / @Reinhardt / @cokemonster
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As the group rushed through the thicket of the dense forest, an unlikely sight awaited at the entrance to the forest. It seemed that the Vindur Bear was not alone in its hunt for innocents. It had accomplices, in the form of siblings. To have hunted down caravans worth many times the numbers that they brought, a single bear may not be enough to cause that devastation. As the group had engaged the one Vindur bear in that small clearing within the forest, the other two had been chasing some of the wildlife that were fleeing. They ran into the Argyle Ranger with Antarah already off the vessel. He had sensed the Bears spirit energy before they even cleared the trees. The sensation was unclear to him and he was not sure how to react to it, but he knew that it had to be dealt with the utmost prejudice.


He saw the group come out of the forest with several injured and one of them completely taken out. He feared the worst, but did not sense the third bear they had battled emerge from their position. As the group came towards the ship they would notice the carcasses of the two other vindur bears. Antarah had dealt with them shortly before their arrival. Even for him it was not small task. Sheathing his blade, he motioned the others to quicken their pace. The flight crew were preparing to lift off. The wind blew into the sails and the engine hummed to life. " Grifyn, take Leira into the crew quarters. See what you guys can do for her. " he said over the noise. Turning to Belluam: " We will be going to rendez-vous with the other team at the town right away. Perhaps we can find a doctor to help Leira. " They stepped on board and the ship lifted into the air. " Returning to the Fort would take too long, we may not have that much time. Tell me everything that happened."

 

[Shin Positron Laser]

Book 1
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Chapter 1
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Verse 3
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Title: Uncommon Sights
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Location: Milestone Fort, Norhad Swords Headquarters
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Date: Feusen 6th 997 C.Y.A.D. Late Evening
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" The Ultimate Blue is a symbol of Majesty and Splendor, of Power in the greatest control. "
- Excerpt from the Encyclopedia of Fauna in the Northern Kingdoms.
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[SIZE= 16px]Before evening settled in the horizon treated its viewers with a magnificent display of lights. Shooting stars danced around the darkening skies lighting up the clouds they passed through as the sun disappeared over the hills. Dinner had been served and eaten and everything within the fort was winding down. Many of the travelers, merchants and visitors had either gone or stayed within the walls for the evening. While some went to bed to prepare for the next day many mercenaries were still up doing what they could before being sent out again. For some it was spending time with friends or visitors and for others it was finding joy at the bottom of a cup of home made brew. Commander Genzah was inside his office near the top floor of the fort going over mission statements and new requests. Although this time around no one lost their lives on these missions, some were inconclusive at best.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Feusen 3rd, Captain Albert took a long a small group to assess the possible presence of a slave trade outpost that was near the town of Durward. His report and the reports of Lieutenant Donar and Vice Commander Turian denoted a few disappointments especially when it came to the command of the mission. The first Day they were there a small brawl occurred just outside of the town entrance. There were no severe injuries, but it looks like Kairi had been ganged up on by a bunch of no gooders. Some of the group had identified the men as those who carried symbols belonging to the Pharos Family, who dealt in dealing with the Honor Family Shroedder. These ones were possibly linked to slave trading illegalities. Because of some of the injuries both groups sustained the men were forced to retreat, and the mercenaries needed to regroup. Unfortunately they could not pursue them that day. The Lieutenant suggested to remain and while to see if a base could be found, and Turian, though reluctant agreed to extend their mission. Although they did find a base of operations, the force present was much too great for them to handle. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Turian knew that most of the Swords were out on missions and even if they did have reinforcements at the Fort, there was no way to transport everyone to the location, at least not in a timely fashion, with no airships. The evening of Feusen 4th, Turian decided to return to HQ and see what they could muster to confront this base and rendezvous with the Wings of Inverness. Captain Albert and Lieutenant Donar stayed behind to monitor the hideout. The Kensington Coastliner was being sent to a nearby town to pick up some supplies for the Fort, but when Turian arrived, he redirected its mission to coincide with theirs allowing them to muster a force of about 64 mercenaries with both ships. However upon their return dawn or Feusen 5th, it was too late. The two reported that overnight that several airships came down and emptied the hideout. After extensive searching and documentation of the sight, the mercenary force returned home. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]At the same time Commander Genzah led an untested group of mercenaries into the field with what it seemed to be a standard extermination test. However they soon found out how mismatched that assumption had been. Vice Commander Belluam led the charge against a Vindur Bear of unusual behavior. It turned out badly for them. Try as they might with cunning, observation, tactical planing or sheer brute force, the beast seemed to be unstoppable or at least the Black Aura that it was emitting. It took their combined effort to take it down and even then it was not without sacrifice, for Leira had taken a direct hit by the beasts spirit energy and while she was depleted of it herself. They returned to find Genzah had just beaten two other Vindur Bears. He ordered the Argyle Ranger to head to the nearest town. Returning to HQ might prove to be too late for the severely injured young woman.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Master Genzah asked the others to stay with Leira and if they had time to investigate the matter of these attacks further and see what other information they could attain. Meanwhile he and Belluam would go back and collect what they could regarding evidence of this occurrence. Leira was unconscious for nearly 2 days, and when she came to, the Doctor said it was okay for her to return to the Fort provided she rest a little more. The Healers had taken care of her superficial wounds but Antarah knew that exhausting ones spirit energy was no small affair. In their search the two did not find any more Vindur Bears of that sort nor any other animals that displayed similar behavior. Antarah and Belluam had spent much of the search arguing about ethics and protocol regarding missions. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 16px]Antarah was taking time this evening to go over the missions he will be assigning and the teams that will be fulfilling them.[/SIZE]

 

[cokemonster]

Cecil Sanger


Fort Milestone, Annabelle’s Pond


Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D. / 7pm


Troubled



Away from the bustle of both the market stalls teeming with life and the sharp clatter of workshops winding down for the coming night, melancholic tunes loomed over water. The lone figure sitting on the pond’s edge faltered in both rhythm and the keeping of a steady tempo. No matter how expert his fingers may be, the age old Maxwellian lullaby came with a distortion that lent the player frustration, until he finally set aside the stringed wood in a swift, but deliberate gesture. He remained seated as the heat of day steadily grew colder and colder upon his face.


It had been hours after did Cecil realize the gravity of the situation with the Vindur Bear. He had overestimated his abilities, along with those of his allies. He’d been told that bear, that monster had been emitting an aura unlike any animal should. It did not surprise him. He had been able to sense the shift in the aether upon that beast’s arrival, but no. No, he hadn’t pieced it together. That and the force of its roar should have led him to realizing it had not been a normal creature. He should have sensed the danger. He should have played the coward’s role much sooner and called a retreat despite his low ranking. If that had gone on any longer- If its claws had been directed toward him- If that Noella girl had not signaled him to follow her trail, he would have tripped in his haste and-


It chilled him to the bone. Gave him goose bumps every time he recalled how close he’d come to it. How close they all had come to one gruesome end.



“I should have been able to see it. If only…” Cecil tilted his head down, a biting of his lip the extent of what he allowed himself. He rose then, slinging the instrument which always kept him company into a rest position. A lazed hand crossed the gut strings in an attempt to clear away the troubling thoughts. It was of little success.



Over the last days, he’d learned the general layout of this house of swords. It was quite confining, once he had outlined it. There were very few places where he could escape Belluam’s fury. His continued replacement of “Vice Captain” with “Field Captain”, “Vice Field Captain”, “Ma’dam Vice”, and other such titles were usually met unwell by the veteran. After an unhealthy amount of PT he had been persuaded to participate in, he’d been able to get an explanation out of Grifyn of what antibodies were, and why that paralytic poison should have worked. Cecil had not been able to comprehend most of it, and was inclined to frequent nodding and “hmms” to be polite. He hadn’t had a chance to better speak with the apparent Wind Arte-ist Noella, or check on the recently recovered Leira.


The blood warrior and her young boy offered their side of what occurred on the Argyle Ranger’s mission. He hadn’t been too interested in the Shroedder house mentioning, and pried more on the actions of the daring combatant facing the drunken hoard more than anything else. In the end, that story was yet unfinished.




Tags: @MsPolite , @Reinhardt , @JayfeatherRaven , @Andromeda Arc , @Kairikudo , @Creekstar

 

[Reinhardt]

Milestone Fort, Norhad Swords Headquarters


Feusen 6th 997 C.Y.A.D. - Late Evening


Now, back on the base, the group had split each to their own business. Though there were occasions that they met each other once more, such as that time when Cecil finally got Grifyn to explain about the poison of the Antarnae and why it should have worked against the bear. It was an intricate explanation, and it seemed that Cecil understood what he had said to him, err, her. Still, Grifyn's mind lingered on the events that transpired days ago. Specifically about Leira and the repercussions she received as a result of Grifyn's self-imposed incompetence.


On a bench somewhere in the area between the marketplace and the residential area, Grifyn was seated alone, gazing at the calm sky, the stars that decorated the heavens, and the moon that shined brightly among them all. He breathed slowly and deeply, thoughts of regret and guilt ever repeating in his mind. 


The wind blew a warm breeze, gently caressing his hair, and making a lone dandelion, just a few inches near his location, sway at its mercy. He took a look at it, and sighed.


"I could have done better."

 

[Kairikudo]

Kairi Kudo
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Milestone Fort, Norhad Swords.
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Flashback with Donar after she had woken up from the battle with the bandits
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Kairi woke up a few hours to find herself in a room on the ship. Low and behold she saw Donar in the doorway. She was too tired to glare at him and let out a yawn. When she tried to sit up she felt a sharp pain from the open wounds that had begun to bleed once more. She muttered various curses under her breath when she did that before looking at the male.


"What do you want? Come to rub it in my face that I couldn't take on 6 foolish drunks?" She said in an annoyed tone. She was in no mood or mockery and the expression on her face made that apparent. 

Present
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Kairi had been walking around the market place. Her arms folded under her chest as she thought about the advents on that first day. Her cheeks redden in embarrassment and agitation when she thought about how that HE saw that mark on her back. Him of all people! She hoped he wouldn't tell anyone about it. How could she be so careless to have forgotten where it was on her back. She shook the thought of that away and begun to plot on killing him in his sleep if he did tell. First she would have to figure where his room was...


Stopping in mid plot she noticed the Bard who seemed to be troubled. She wandered what his problem was. The moon shining down on them almost Illuminating her pale white skin while her long black hair covered her back. She wasn't in her usual light weight armor. She was in a black tank top the revealed several scars and stitched, the tank top connected to a long skirt that matched the tank top with a split up the side of the leg to give her better mobility.


"What's you're problem bard?" She asked getting right to the point. She didn't bother with social pleasantries. She proffered to get right to the point.


@cokemonster @Jack Rakan

 

[Andromeda Arc]

Leira Laramy


Where: Fort Milestone


When: Feusen 6th 997 CYAD



With: @Reinhardt


STATS: HP: 4/4 /////////////////// SE: 36/36 ///////////////////// CCA: 9/9

Feusen 3


Leira didnt know it, but grifyn was the one who brought her safely back on the ship. she was barely knowing what was going on around her. they went to another town instead of going back to the fort. there a doctor nursed leira back to health. they healed her wounds but she was still tired from using all her magic power. she never felt this week in her life. a few times during the day she would open her eyes but not say anything to anyone. one time she saw grifyn watching over her as well as noella and cecil. but it seemed everyone was ok for now. she wondered if what she did attacking the bear was the right choice or if it made any difference at all. before they went back to base she was feeling much better, she was not hurting at all, and she was glad there were no scars on her. 


.........time to head on home I guess......... phew....... still a little tired.............. better rest a little more. 


Feusen 6th


Leira had a later work day. she didnt want to be up before the dawn but still wanted to work with the animals. when she did get up she spent most of her time in the ranch. No one else was around and she felt relaxed around all of them. she thought about the mission most of the day. she always was the healer whereever she went, but she was the one getting healed this time. she wondered if she was useful during the mission. she did have that rush even though it was probably just being scared. she wasnt sure if she would take another mission. but with people who care about her safety she would not have to worry much right? 


" hey you no seconds!" she told an adulusian who was licking her hair while she sat in front of the gate. " you cant get fat and slow these people need a fast beast ok. food will come tonight." she said to it. she looked at the beast and got a great idea! later that evening she went to find grifyn  @Reinhardt . she heard from ella that she was rescued by him and wanted to thank him for doing that. after much searching she found him by himself . she went towards him. " mind if I join you?" she said smiling.

 

[cokemonster]

Cecil Sanger


Fort Milestone, Annabelle’s Pond


Fuesen DAY, 997 C.Y.A.D. / Late Evening


Troubled



“Hmm…? Oh. Ma’dam Kairi.” Cecil continued to strum absentmindedly, though softer as he cocked his head to acknowledge her. He hadn’t been startled by the approach. He’d heard it somewhere in the back of his tensed mind. The surrounding spiritual energy becoming just a smidgen sizzled with a sense of untempered fire and steel also gave him a decent idea of who it was before she even spoke. Of course, compared to the Vindur, this was just a droplet in the surrounding eco of water and wood.


The memory of that presence brought several more unsavory emotions to surge and cross his features, and in attempt to conceal it he returned to facing the pond. There was very little doubt she would be offended by his lack of courtesy, given her own. He found the heat of early eve to be gone, replaced with the same chill the wind carried when facing any other direction. Must be early night. He simply gazed forward instead. If the moon were out, he did not feel any comforting heat from the light others claimed it emits.


“Just the age old curse that has bereaved man since the times of wood clubs in place of iron ones. Well… the fear of said curse, I believe is more accurate. You’ve heard the tale of how Liera came to near death, did you not? We had just dispatched a coup of Antarnae when it appeared. We had had it outnumbered, but only later did I realize we were the ones outmatched. It’s… unnerving, not realizing how close an ending came until well after. If I may… you are a warrior, correct? You face death on any given day, just recently even. How do you deal with such worries?”




Tags: @Kairikudo

 

[Proletariat]

Archus Barriye
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Fort Milestone, Main Gate
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Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D, Late Evening
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Spoiler

Flashback to Durwald


Archus's shield had just made contact with the skull of a drunken bastard when he sighted the other fighters fleeing the scene. He needed to investigate, fights didn't just grow out of the ground, what were there intentions? Unfortunately, there were about three other drunken bastards in front of him who didn't take to kindly to his knightly-ness bashing in the brain of their friend. This time he didn't need to fight, he just needed momentum. Archus ducked behind his shield and roared, his feet working under him to burst forward through the drunks, who either dodged or were plowed over. He continued running until he burst through the thin wooden wall of a residence, which he felt bad about, but didn't have time to stop and apologize. The knight stepped over the hole in the wall and chased after the group, shouting at them to wait for him. It was hard to move in thick plate armor, after all. It turned out that the people he was chasing after were members of the mercenary group Norhad Swords. He had worked with the Norhad Swords in the past, usually in situations like this where he happened upon a group of them in need. Only twice before had he ever been to their HQ, he was principally opposed to joining a band of sell-swords, even ones that seemed noble. The holy knight helped the group finish up their mission and he was extended an offer to do some more work for them in the near future. Archus really wasn't in a position to refuse. He was totally broke and tired of getting outnumbered and stabbed. So he resisted his conscious and followed them back to the headquarters after their mission was complete.


Present Day


Archus was just finishing up a conversation with some of the men at the main gate. He had made quite a few acquaintances in his short time working here in the past. Though he wasn't the most elite fighter by a long shot, his relatively goofy disposition and ridiculous size made him sort of a novelty character around the base. After a resounding string of laughter, he bade the guards farewell and decided it was time to head to the castle. It was getting late and he was tired. He needed to get out of his armor and take a bath, or dive in a body of water at least. He trudged past the marketplace, his heavy metal footfalls sounding his arrival to everyone nearby. Archus used his spear as a walking stick when he got exhausted, and he was leaning on it heavily now. There was a lot he needed to think about, was he even doing the right thing by being here?

 

[Creek]

Timore Williams


HP 6 / CCA 8 / SE 26


ATK 3 / DEF 3 / EVA 3


Location: Fort Milestone


Back at the base of the Norhad Swords after the somewhat unsatisfactory conclusion to the mission near the Kensington Coastline, Timore stood alone in Fort Milestone. He was near the lake, gazing out over its tranquil water silently. It had been a bit of a walk to get there, past the pond and through a small group of trees. He wasn't actually sure if he was supposed to be out there or not, but he wasn't really worried about it. It was unlikely that anyone would notice him all the way out there. He thought to himself about the recent mission for a few minutes though, from his perspective, not a whole lot had happened over its course. They had gone to a small town and fought a few drunks. That was it. They hadn't even found much out about the slaves they were supposed to find. However, he couldn't help but wonder about those men bearing the crest of a noble family. It still seemed somewhat strange to him, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. The mission was over, and it was no longer his problem. Timore wondered what the rest of that group thought of the mission, though. He had not interacted with any of the other mercenaries that had participated in that mission since returning, nor had he cared to actively seek any of them out. Instead, he remained quietly alone, as he was used to.


After a while, the boy turned around to head back towards the central area of Fort Milestone, thinking that it would probably be best if he returned before it became too dark or late. To his knowledge, there wasn't a curfew of any sort, but he decided that it would be better to be safe than sorry. Not that anyone was likely to notice him missing. As he walked back, there was little sound around him but that of his small feet displacing the tall grass and the rustle of the wind blowing through the branches of trees. It was almost like he wasn't in the middle of a busy mercenary camp, filled with people. Even though he was no longer as worried that he wasn't up to the task, Timore still couldn't help but feel slightly regretful about taking on this job. Even though he could fight, that didn't necessarily mean that doing so was ideal for him, and then, of course, there was also the fact that being a mercenary meant working with people in a social environment. He could occasionally talk with people when it was a serious topic within his area of expertise, but socializing? Well, it wasn't really his thing. As the boy continued walking, the previous silence was broken by noises from the ever closer marketplace. Additionally, there were two voices even closer, which he recognized as those of the bard from the MKS Hood and Kairi. His first instinct was to attempt to avoid the two, especially since Kairi was present, but he couldn't help but wonder what the two were talking about, there at the edge of the pond. He hovered nearby, listening to their conversation quietly as he looked over the pond, its water similarly calm to that of the lake.


@Kairikudo, @cokemonster

 

[Unwavering Knight]

6th Feusen, 997 CYAD
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Fort Milestone, Residential District
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Spoiler

 

"Fear not, maiden, salvation is at hand!" the voice bellowed with utmost certainty, warhammer raised in confidence of impending victory, muscles clicking into place beneath the armor, breath rising, heartbeat increasing.


The very picture of a true and utter knight, fitting to be imagined standing before an army of righteous fellows in defiance of an incoming darkness-


-only slightly lessened by the fact that the "incoming darkness" was in fact an ordinary tree, the "maiden" a scared kitten and the "righteous fellows" said feline's worried owner, a girl no older than ten, to be precise.


Little did that do to slighten the hulking knight's vigor as he charged the tree, heroically grabbing hold of the bark and climbing the greenery, slowly but steadily, with only a very few dozen failed attempts before retrieving the cat with the care befitting of a hero rescuing the scared damsel from the very face of danger.


Unfortunately, the twig formerly capable of holding the weight of the kitten showed itself to be quite incapable of holding the weight of a fully armored giant.


Crashing down in a shower of foliage, the knight's back came to a painful impact upon the earth, the cat's owner giving a worried cry as she hastily ran towards the downed hero, who in turn raised his arm, holding high the undefiled kitten, to be accepted with tears and and words of incessant thanks by the girl who herself appeared to have gotten caught up in her own passion for the tale.


Seeing the girl off with a friendly wave, Pyronn felt his heart grow a bit lighter, certain that the world had been brightened by just a little bit. Saving kittens was nice. "Don't you think so too, Kaatl?" the knight asked cheerfully as he lifted up his mammoth torso, the fairy's dainty feet coming to a stand first on his shoulderplate, balanced by the flapping of her wings, prior to seating herself, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, and carefully patting his helmeted head.


Pryonn gave a laugh "Thought so too!"


Standing up, dusting himself off, the knight collected his belongings and went on his way, aiming for the main gate to enter the Norhad Swords' domicile proper.

 

[Jack Rakan]

Donar


Date: Feusen 3rd 997 C.Y.A.D.


Late afternoon
Location: Dulward, Monastery.


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HP: 6 SE: 17 CCA: 6 ATK: 4 DEF: 3 DEFSE: 1 EVA: 4


Flashback


Donar was the one who carried Kairi to the airship after they were finally able to get out of Dulward without those men chasing. Of course, it looked that they also ran off. Despite her being asleep she seemed to put up a fight when they tried healing her, so they did their best, but she still needed stitching.


He decided that as Superior, with permission from Turian, to go ahead and get her ready for full healing. Mostly, because if they just healed her then with artes, then it would leave worse scars to remind her of shame and embarrassment that she might feel, from how he heard from her mouth anyway. "What would I gain in something Like that?" he said in reply to her words. he held up a basket of medical supplies.


"Aside from your wounds from recently, your wounds from the fight with the pirates started opening up. I guess you never got treatment then."


He walked in and closed the door, he wasn't wearing the armor right now but casual wear. He worse a blue sleeveless vest* and a long sleeve shirt, both looked really tight on him, but he didnt seem to mind. His pants were loose, most for good mobility. 
"Now, I took it upon myself to fix that issue before I have to go. Do you mind?" He would help her up and stitch her together now before they got back to the HQ. Plus, he did not seem to give an indication that he would leave anyway.


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Date: Feusen 6th 997 C.Y.A.D.


Late evening
Location: Lieutenants Quarters


Donar, finally back from the excursion, was sitting at his desk looking over a copy of the report he gave to the Commander. He normally makes several version of reports to make sure he wasn't missing anything. He looked over what the others gave, and everything. 
He was wearing his normal clothing attire, it's been a long few days. And he recently returned from that Hideout. Though they left in a hurry, he wished that Turian had gotten there faster.

It seems that the fight in Dulward, those people were connected. No, impossible... He was looking at a letter he had begun to write, concerning the activities of the Pharos family. Or rather, the involvement of a Slave trade hideout that a rather large group of men ran under the banner of the Pharos family. Was there someone within the family that was a traitor? One who seeks to destroy the family He himself worked under?


Despite being a Bodyguard, donar was high in the command of the Pharos family, at least to the degree that he could send a writ to investigate and take into custody these men, some of whom he recognized.


He would write that these men must be put under investigation, and then interrogate them.


Though that letter was already done and sent before he returned to the Swords, the letter before him was just halfway completed. 


He stood from his chair and walked to the window. Looking over the Headquarters, he thought to himself what it meant for the Pharos family to be involved in slave trade... 


No matter, I will simply find those who would harm Pharos, and kill them. My master will take care of things for those servants...


@Kairikudo

 

[Kairikudo]

Kairi Kudo


Milestone Fort, Norhad Swords.





Flash back with @Jack Rakan


"I don't know what you would gain from that. Satisfaction? What would anyone get from mockery?" She stated as her eyes fell on the medical basket in his hands.


"No I didn't have time to stitch them up. I suppose I had forgotten about my wounds from the battle with the pirates.." she watched as he closed the door walking the room. She didn't give him permission to come in, or to shut the door. That made her a bit uncomfortable, especially when he neared the bed. She still had her blood stained black lightweight armor on. Her eyes glancing around not seeing her katanas anywhere near her. Oh great. They figured that she might freak out and start attacking. She  moved a bit away from him when he pulled her up. She was not comfortable about this at all, and it didn't seem she was getting much of a choice in the matter.



"Do I mind? Hell yeah I mind! You're too close for comfort." She said with her back against the wall. Her hand gripped on the pillow ready to whack him at any moment if he tried something funny. She may be injured it she will put up one hell of a fight before he is able to help. His best bet would be to have a couple guys hold her down while he gets to work.



Present


The expression on Kairis face was emotionless. She always seemed to have this expression when she wasn't battle crazed. She listened to what he had to say, he went on about his failure with the mission and about how Liera was almost killed. Then he asked her


'You face death on any given day, just recently even. How do you deal with such worries?'


She could answer that, but her answer probably wouldn't help him.


"I don't worry about death. In the past 24 years I've learned that the guarantee in life is death. Whether it's your death, an enemy's, strangers, friends, loved ones. In the end we all die. Some sooner than others. But that is my view on it. If you want to be a mercenary than you have to accept the fact that any mission you go on could be your last. If you fear dying, then get another job." She stated bluntly. She definitely didn't sugar coat anything for anyone.


@cokemonster

 

[Jack Rakan]

Donar


flashback with @Kairikudo


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Donar shook his head, "Mistakes are mistakes, If one is gloating in another's mistake, then they should be ashamed, for they would be no better. Or, as my old instructors told me before leaving..."


At her gesture, he shook his head, "I guess I could not force you to take proper treatment. But, as the one who saved you from battle, your life technically belongs to me, Life debt if I remember what the term at the Knight Academy." He said this from early teachings at the Academy. Though he looked as if he didn't really want to force her. But thats when he thought about what he just did, so he decided to clarify, "I could open the door, but then others would see you in a weak state, and currently, I'm the only one capable of these kinds of tasks." He said, "Of course, I did want to hear why you don't like Knights very much, and to also apologize for any wrongdoing I may have said or done." But then Donar sighed, "I could also tell you more about who i am working for." Indicating that he figured that she must have saw his emblem before.

 

[Reinhardt]

Milestone Fort, Norhad Swords Headquarters


Feusen 6th 997 C.Y.A.D. - Late Evening


Grifyn, still deep in thought, grabbed the amulet hanging from his neck, just beneath his upper undergarments. Elegantly and slowly, he raised it to the sky, and gazed at it, as it shined under the moonlight. The small was partly visible, and rendered a few memories to be remembered by the carrier, causing Grifyn to smile and chuckle softly in reminiscence. 


"Huh." he muttered under his breath. "Still hiding secrets from me, even when you're already gone."


Then, as if fated by the gods, Leira suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Surprised, Grifyn immediately hid back the amulet and struggled for a short moment to make himself look more presentable.


"Not really.", he turned his face towards her, and tapped the unoccupied space on the bench. "Go ahead."






Tags: @Andromeda Arc

 

[MsPolite]

Milestone Fort, Vice Commander Belluam's Room


Fuesen 6th, 997 CYAD- Late Evening


Between Belluam and Antarah


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     It has been a long two days. Belluam was exhausted from constant bickering with the Commander. The mission was a failure, she almost got a recruit killed. She felt so low... Belluam sat on her bed, stripped of her armor and only in her underwear. It was days like these that she longed for the past. Longed for her dead lover and husband. She constantly fantasies over the what if. What if he were here? What if the raiders never came. She would day dream on her bed about her daughter growing up, and getting married. About her having a son and growing old with her love... Then she began to recollect her wedding day. It was far from home and any of her old family or friends. Her love, her Husband had bought her an expensive pure white dress of intricate design. Belluam didn't know how he could afford it, but she didn't care. As Belluam remembered, she stood up and went to her chest full of valued items. And in a crimson velvet box was her dress. the pure white lacey dress that outlined her curves in all the right places. Belluam had taken care of it with all the love she couldn't give to her late husband. Belluam put on, but was a bit difficult as is was rather tight now. She had built alot of muscle since she first got it, so now it is almost skin tight... Yet she was comfortable and set as ease. Belluam remembered the music and laughter of her wedding dinner and the dance. Oh the dance how romantic. It was as if she was living a fairytale. "Would you care to have the first dance my beloved Bell?" Belluam said in the place of her husband.


Belluam had just blushed and smiled taking his hand. "You'd know I'd never turn my dashing rouge down."  Belluam replied to herself. Then she began to dance. She held the non-existent person tightly as she twirled around. She was pulled closer by nothing and then leaned in for a kiss. But felt nothing. Belluam opened her eyes to reality and saw her dim empty room. Their was no one, their was nothing. Nor did she feel anything. Her hands so still for a moment began shake as she balled them into a fist. Her smile turned to a frown as tears began to swell up under her eyes. Belluam roared grabbing anything and everything near her, throwing it to the opposite side of the room, Screaming! "It's not fair! It's not fair, it's not fair!" Her fit of rage was loud reverberating through out her room and out the slightly opened door to which she hadn't noticed.


     While sitting in his office going over some of the statements regarding the Vindur Bear mission, something like a premonition came upon him like a terrible cold wind. Pondering upon it even more there seemed to be a some telling signs regarding this event. He did not want to linger on it for too long otherwise some paranoid ideas would slip in and he did not have time to deal with such thoughts, not when he had an entire Fort to command.


He realized that he may have been a bit harsh in his words when scolding Belluam on how she dealt with the situation, especially when it came to her command. He never questioned her skills with a weapon or her commitment to his cause, but as a Vice Commander he thought she needed to be more prudent and practical regarding her command decisions. In either case, he went left the isolation of his office to talk to Belluam. He made his way downstairs to the officers quarters. As Vice Commander she had her own room in a separate wing of the castle.


As he approached he could hear something. As he drew closer he went ahead and sensed if that was indeed the spirit energy of Belluam, and it was. He noticed the door was not locked and was open a little, then he heard screaming. The screams were intense like someone being tortured or having a terrible nightmare. He forced the door open and readied a battle stance. He quickly realized that he was mistaken about the whole thing. He let up his battle stance and took a hard look at what was happening.


Belluam was wearing an unusual garment, certainly it looked like a wedding dress of sorts. She was also in tears, something probably no one else knew she could produce. The ever strong and courageous woman that many mercenaries admired and many more had feared was reduced to, or perhaps more accurately reverted back to a gentle and emotional woman. " Bell, " he started saying slowly. " Is everything okay?" he asked.



     Belluam froze, mid way into the at of throwing a chair. She turned her head slowly as if she were a child finally caught in the act of stealing a treat. Her eyes were read and her cheeks were stained with tears as she was caught by the last person she would want to her in this sorry state.


Belluam dropped the chair immediately and began to step back. "uh commander, I was... um.." Her mind began to spin as she was caught in a corner. Bell didn't know what to do as she couldn't disrespect the commander but couldn't confess either...Could she? Belluam was now in the corner of her room and at the end of her bed. Her fists were shaking but to ease her self she gripped her axe which was leaning on her bed frame. "Wait..." Belluam started to change course in her thinking. Her shocked expression trned t her usual scowl as she began to glare at Antarah. "What the hell, why would you just barge in with out a knock?!" Belluam took another step menacingly  "Yeah... Who the hell gave you permission to just come in her Commander." she said again spitting the last world venomously


     The Woman was certainly taken aback by the sudden appearance of her commander. Antarah had the suspicion he nor anyone else should be witness to such a sight. He did not want to infer his guilt or embarrassment further by sounding unsure of himself or acting fidgety. He simply stared into her eyes from across the room and sighing at least once. At first it seemed as if she could not put together a sentence out of shock perhaps. Her tone seemed to revert back to her usual self though she did have sound reasoning for being angry at him. He deliberately barged into someone's private room, a fellow officer and a female no doubt.


     " My apologies. I should not have barged in unannounced. You sounded like you were having... some sort of difficulty. Of course, that does not justify what I did." he said to her. He did not think he should stay for very much longer especially with Belluam in her condition. From his understanding he knew better than to leave someone alone when emotionally distressed. While someone in that condition would prefer to be alone, he believed the opposite was true, that in those times, a close companion would do wonders.


" Please excuse me. Good night Bell."


"Wait!" Bell yelled maybe a little to loudly.


     As Antarah turned Bell stared for a moment, looking into his eyes. They were warm to her, familiar. Bell began to notice that her face was getting warm when she broke out of her trance like stare. "Uhm...  I, I'd expect better of you Commander... Don't you know it's quite rude to barge into a, a ladies quarters then again leave without being excused... Hehe." Belluam said smiling, leaning on her axe with her elbow, while attempting to fain charisma.


     As he was about to leave, the Vice Commander called him back. He did not expect her of all people to do that but would respond anyway by stopping before the threshold and turning around. " Yes. It was quite rude. " What she said next seemed out of character at least to his knowledge of her personality. As he was not excused, he gently closed the door from anymore prying eyes and ears.


     " However, it would have been more 'rude' for me to dismiss a friends distress because of such formalities." It seemed like she was in the talking mood for now. He went ahead and took this chance to understand his friend a little more. He went towards the bed and sat down. He lifted one leg onto the other and crossed his arms with his eyes closed. " Well then, I might as well stay until I am dismissed right? "


    Bell looked side to side as if to look for a possible escape for later. Bell didn't know why but she was burning up or why she was feeling so nervous. Her stomach felt queasy and her legs seemed to wobble. Bell went to her desk and opened a draw taking out a large bottle of the hardest Rum she had. She also took two glass cups out filled them up. "Here Ant." Bell said handing the commander the drink as she sat. She let out a sigh then downed the cup only to fill it up again. "Do you like my dress Ant?" Bell asked looking at her drink


     Antarah took the cup that she had offered to him. He had not tasted Rum before coming to the Northern Kingdoms. In fact he rarely drank, only on special occasions such as with esteemed guests or visitors. He took a small sip as he watched his colleague drink up the entire cup in one go. He wondered whether she was intoxicating herself so as to be more honest about what she was going to say or if she simply wanted to forget this whole incident, that way later on she can feign ignorance if Antarah were ever to bring up the subject in the future. 


     " Thank you. " he held onto the cup. She then asked if the dress she was wearing was to his liking. In fact he did not really look at the intricacies of the dress, but she was giving him a free glance it would appear. As a wayist he was very much into the arts. He admired the weaves and designs and patterns that were meticulously drawn into the dress. It certainly was a dress for marriage. He wondered though, because he remembers her saying she married young, therefore if the dress would still properly fit.


     " It was a beautiful dress indeed." he said, he stopped himself from staring too much. He was certain it had been years since her wedding, so the dress was a bit form fitting than before. It certainly emphasized her curves and accentuated her womanhood more than the armor she wore day in day out. " It would be hard for anyone to keep their eyes off such a dress, much less the person who wears it." he concluded.


     Belluam smiled and bit her lower lip, while looking away trying to avoid Ant seeing her smile. "Thank you... It was my wedding dress from a long time ago....." Bell stared out into the past for a moment. Then looked at Ant. She noticed he was trying not to stare but that only made Bell Laugh out loud. She lugged another glass of rum. "You can stare as much as you want commander."  Bell said. She shifted her wait so she was facing Ant and crossed her leg so their wasn't a chance to peek.  "My late husband bought it for me. And I was so filled with awe of the dress when he showed it to me... Because I... I have never knew anyone who'd go to such great lengths, for, for me." Bell's eyes began to water as she struggled to maintain her composure. "He was my everything... He protected me, loved me and would of been the most Chivalrous knight if only he could be." Bell wiped away a tear. "But that was a long time ago." Bell gulped down another glass. The world began to get blurry and dim. She knew she was drunk or at least getting their. But she didn't care.


     When she slyly said to Antarah that he could stare all he wanted, it broke the tense awkwardness he was feeling from before. He too joined in the laughter, chuckling quietly. It was a side of her he did not see often. She may have already been drunk from the rum, but her being nostalgic only happened on rare occasions. " I see. Your late husbands taste in dress' was second only to his taste in woman it seems."


     But it seemed her nostalgia was the cause of her distress. Antarah could sense it was so, for when she began to speak fondly of her beloved deceased husband her emotions were visibly showing themselves through her tears and the voice that was breaking up. Antarah seemed to be at a lost for words. As a former Commander of the Way, his charges were protection, disaster relief, things that demanded physical responses. Even at his age, not being able to comfort someone close, he felt ashamed. If only he could recall how his Master, who was a WayFarer did it. They often helped people not only physically, but emotionally, morally and spiritually. A wayfarer was a special breed of person, and not many were out there anymore.


     " Those are some nice memories you have." he began. He then looked at his sword and recalled one of his Masters Teachings " Memories are like a double edged sword. We recall both the good and the bad. It is good to reminisce, but it is detrimental to our lives to live in the past." As she was sitting next to him, he faced her and put his hand on her shoulder. " Would you not agree, that your husband would want you to use his memory to do good in this world, rather than let it become a chain to burden you down?" he asked sincerely.


     Belluam looked up to Antarah, wiped away any tears before fell and smiled at him. He is a good friend. "Your are so wise Ant. Sometimes I forget we are nearly the same age, You are like an old man, I to you just a young maiden again." Bell said to him dodging the question as she crept closer to him. "You make me so happy Ant. I don't think you realize." Belluam was loosing all sense of restraint an control as the alcohol began to reveal her deepest desires. Bell Leaned her head on Ant's shoulder. "Ant, oh my dearest Ant. I could you quite a few things I remember from my youth. Would you care to peak into my past Ant?" Bell continued. Arm reached across to stoke his cheek. Belluam stared at his lips and began to lean in. 


co-post between @Shin Positron Laserand @MsPolite

 

[Proletariat]

Archus Barriye
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Fort Milestone, Armory
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Fuesen 6th, 997 C.Y.A.D, Late Evening
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CLUNK... Archus's breastplate slammed into the ground as he let out a sigh resembling a tropical force gale. "That's always the hardest part.." He muttered to himself. It was dark in the armory, only a few torches lent their dim yellow glow to the room. His visibility flickered with their fancy, undoing the leather straps was had enough to do in the daylight. He was all alone in there, the guards were on their shift change and posted outside anyway. The sound of metal scraping metal and leather strips sliding against one another filled the small room. After twenty minutes of undoing his armor, he was finally in his undergarments, a white cotton tunic and similar tan breeches. He was pretty confident he could leave his armor here. It wasn't like anyone could mistake theirs for the shimmering blue, gold, and silver beauty that was his. He found an empty armor rack and set his suit up nicely, making sure it was neat and straight on the wooden pedestal. He leaned his spear upright against the breastplate and fastened his sword belt around his waist. He always carried his sword on him, no matter what. With one last look at his prized possession, Archus crossed the threshold of the armory out into the night air.


He inhaled deeply and drank in the cool night time breeze. "Aah.. nothin' much better than that." He said to himself, because there was no one else around to engage in conversation with. 'Now where can I go to rinse this stink off of me?' He thought to himself. Milestone lake was always an option. There was a large pond in the middle of the compound, but he didn't know if he was allowed to just dive into it. It could have been a swan pond, or one for fishing only, he didn't remember why they had a pond, but he knew he wasn't going to go around just diving into other people's water supply! Milestone lake it had to be. The Paladin walked along the edge of the moat toward the watch tower. He admired the kind of person that would voluntarily work as a watchtower guard. They were the true vigilance of the Norhad Swords, those willing to take on the honorable, but boring duty of making sure everyone else was safe while in the comfort of their headquarters.