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by Woodstovia » Mon Feb 01, 2021 6:43 am
by Luminesa » Mon Feb 01, 2021 7:14 am
by Antimersia » Mon Feb 01, 2021 12:44 pm
by Imperialisium » Thu Feb 04, 2021 7:21 pm
by Luminesa » Sat Feb 06, 2021 6:27 pm
by Revlona » Mon Feb 08, 2021 8:09 am
by Woodstovia » Wed Feb 10, 2021 4:30 pm
by Imperialisium » Sat Feb 13, 2021 10:46 pm
by Luminesa » Sun Feb 14, 2021 5:56 pm
by Antimersia » Wed Feb 17, 2021 6:16 pm
by Parcia » Wed Feb 17, 2021 8:28 pm
by Luminesa » Tue Feb 23, 2021 6:00 pm
by Revlona » Wed Mar 03, 2021 4:50 pm
by Luminesa » Sat Mar 06, 2021 5:53 pm
Revlona wrote:Silisia
In the stories and plays Silisia had seen and heard as a child and teenager, soldiers who had been wounded and revived would sit up suddenly, dragging air into their lungs in a quick gasp as they did so. Every one of them would do it, but one time when her uncle had been on leave from the Vai armies and had taken her to see one such play, he had said it was wrong. "You only see that when someone takes in a breath after not having taken any beforehand, soldier who have been resuscitated after drowning will do it, but otherwise no. A man would have to be dead or near death for such a reaction and I'm not sure their is any magic other than those most foul that can bring a man back from death," Her uncle had said, it was always something which I had stuck with her, even after the mans death.
Silisias eyes opened suddenly, tired in their movement as they rolled around in her head, trying to find something to lock onto. Eugeni was that something, the man standing over her protectively as his face dripped with a bit of blood. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, she had seen him before somewhere but couldn't remember when or where. That was when her eyes slid past Eugeni to Gregor, she recognized him immediately from the Bar the night before, "Shit, did I do something?" Silisia said, not realizing she had muttered it out loud. The men where standing over her in a protective manner and for the life of her she didn't know why, the last thing she remembered was the ground approaching her face after she cleared the wall.
She sat up, groaning in pain as her muscles screamed in protest. She looked around her and noticed the carnage which the young lord Euegeni had caused. "Uh...what happened?" She said, raising her voice and looking around at the people gathered around her. Not liking that none of her comrades were there, the only person in the group she recognized being Lord Gregor.
by Imperialisium » Sat Mar 06, 2021 10:36 pm
by Antimersia » Sat Mar 06, 2021 11:40 pm
by Woodstovia » Sun Mar 07, 2021 10:12 am
by Luminesa » Sun Mar 07, 2021 6:15 pm
by Luminesa » Mon Mar 08, 2021 5:50 am
Woodstovia wrote:Lucien Brightwater
The Brightwater cavalry played a game of cat and mouse for what felt like hours. Lucien reformed his ranks and positioned himself, but then the enemy's forces at the other end of the expanse around them would shift their weight to one end of their line or another, so Lucien would pull his horse to the other side, and then the enemy would shift to the opposite side. And on and on it went. They did not want to give battle, that much was obvious. It would have created a hole in their army that Lady Vai had wanted to exploit. Once they had sent their archers and skirmishers forwards to bait an attack so Lucien had pulled back, and since his opponents did not want to overcommit they retreated. But Lucien wasn't about to charge into the mass of the enemy army and so the two sides were left to stare at one another.
They're too cautious. Lucien reflected, but then again it wasn't as if there were any easy options in war. He was not surprised when a great blast of a horn rang out, signalling a general retreat. his work done Lucien turned back and rode into Lethlinberg once again.
The Brightwater camp was celebrating merrily, although from what Lucien could see only the cavalry had actually gone into battle that day. Ale and wine was flowing, and food was passed around. Lucien took a skewer of pork and fried onions and bit into it, the hot juices running down his face. It was only when he began eating that he realised how hungry he was. Hungry, and cold and sore, and tired.
Lord Aerion and his retainers left their grand command tent, and Lucien could not help but notice the delicious smells coming from inside. They had been feasting there all day while he was outside the walls. Aerion was lifted up onto his horse and drew his sword, waving it in the air victoriously as his retainers cheered and chanted his name
"Aerion! Aerion! Aerion!" the noise filled the camp, some of the archers and men at arms joined in but many more and most of the cavalry were silent. Aerion raised a hand and a hush descended upon the camp,
"This day is a victory not only for House Brightwater, not only for Lethlinberg but for the world!" his men gave a roar of approval. "I name this day the triumph of Lethlinberg!". There were more cheers and chanting. But Lucien could not help but roll his eyes. The enemy was still sitting beyond those gates. It had withdrawn but from what he had seen they had not suffered heavy losses. They would come again, and again, and again.
by Woodstovia » Thu Mar 11, 2021 12:49 pm
by Revlona » Thu Mar 11, 2021 4:21 pm
Luminesa wrote:Revlona wrote:Silisia
In the stories and plays Silisia had seen and heard as a child and teenager, soldiers who had been wounded and revived would sit up suddenly, dragging air into their lungs in a quick gasp as they did so. Every one of them would do it, but one time when her uncle had been on leave from the Vai armies and had taken her to see one such play, he had said it was wrong. "You only see that when someone takes in a breath after not having taken any beforehand, soldier who have been resuscitated after drowning will do it, but otherwise no. A man would have to be dead or near death for such a reaction and I'm not sure their is any magic other than those most foul that can bring a man back from death," Her uncle had said, it was always something which I had stuck with her, even after the mans death.
Silisias eyes opened suddenly, tired in their movement as they rolled around in her head, trying to find something to lock onto. Eugeni was that something, the man standing over her protectively as his face dripped with a bit of blood. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him, she had seen him before somewhere but couldn't remember when or where. That was when her eyes slid past Eugeni to Gregor, she recognized him immediately from the Bar the night before, "Shit, did I do something?" Silisia said, not realizing she had muttered it out loud. The men where standing over her in a protective manner and for the life of her she didn't know why, the last thing she remembered was the ground approaching her face after she cleared the wall.
She sat up, groaning in pain as her muscles screamed in protest. She looked around her and noticed the carnage which the young lord Euegeni had caused. "Uh...what happened?" She said, raising her voice and looking around at the people gathered around her. Not liking that none of her comrades were there, the only person in the group she recognized being Lord Gregor.
Eugeni - The Healer and the Harvester
Eugeni's hand-fans dripped with blood. His armor was speckled with crimson, and his boots were smeared with the ichor of dead enemies. They made a sickening splish, as he pivoted to look at Silisia. She had awakened, and looked shaken by the fact that she had gone unconscious during battle. She did not even remember falling. He watched Silisia sit upright slowly, gingerly, as if her bones were filled with lead and dropped onto the stony wall. His eyes met hers, and he noticed that she seemed to still be aching.
With fewer enemies surrounding him, he knelt in front of her again, folding his fans while he dug for another ointment. "...You...fell unconscious, miss, and...I did not wish for anyone to attack you in such a vulnerable state...Your armor signified that you were not one of the Bull's lieutenants...and I had heard that you were causing quite the stir a few minutes ago..." he explained, as he found a small tub in his belt-pouch. "...Here...this...is for aches and pains...it's not much...but it should help you to feel better swinging a sword around..." Even while covered in blood and specks of gore, he still kept his soft, gentle voice when speaking to a patient. He tried not to shake as he felt the back of her head and checked her for other injuries. "...Here. Hold onto this, apply where needed, perhaps give some to some of your men. It will help them as well as yourself..."
He smiled at her, and then whirled around. A blur of crimson, turquoise, and gold, his fans chopped through the neck of an enemy soldier without much effort. He shook some of the residual gore off the fan, and then turned back to Silisia. "Are you going to be alright?...We shall need you in the fight, if you are able," he urged her.
Gregor - Blind Faith
The Mahajan forces continued their blizzard of bloody warfare around the Ledaal noble and Silisia, and Gregor stood over the carnage he had rendered toward the soldiers near the ground. He had expected some blowback. He knew the soldiers would try to find their way into Lethlinberg, this time through another route. The airships were not expected, but they were being assaulted by artillery and Lady Zara. He figured she would be just fine killing the pilots of airships, and he chuckled to himself. He then waited to see who would rise from the ashes he had created below.
In the meantime, he found that another ally had joined them along the wall. An orb of wind and a whirling pike moved upward as if they were part of a flying apparatus. Underneath them was their pilot, a grinning and determined Medi. He soared up above the wall, and then landed a few yards away. The wind he had summoned exploded, throwing enemies in every direction. The scene was quite sudden and raucous, as the Bull's soldiers either crashed against walls or fell over them to their deaths. While he was wary about a blind warrior running along these crowds walls, Gregor could not help but smirk.
"...You have spunk, Medi, I have to give you credit for that much. Now how about you stab some of the men around Shan Yui and take a load off his back? He's killed a couple of orcs and I imagine he's getting tired again," he called to him. He hoped Medi would recognize his voice. If he was willing to fight, then Gregor would put him to work.
by Luminesa » Sat Mar 13, 2021 12:11 am
Woodstovia wrote:Lucien Brightwater
Lucien looked back at his Lord and his men within the camp, and to the newcomer begging for help outside of it. He wanted to rest, to eat until he couldn't eat any more and to sample all the wines Aerion had brought over. The camp was warm, and happy, and relaxed. But he could not shirk away from duty, and there was still a war to be won. He nodded at the newcomer and grabbed some of the foot soldiers who had been not involved in the days fighting, leading them outside and following the newcomer. The chill winds stabbing through his clothing and armour and needling into his soul. The Brightwater Lands were far to the West and were always sunny and warm. He was unused to this kind of cold, and he could not say that he liked it.
The further they walked the worse the devastation got. Everywhere there were broken houses, flaming husks of ancient buildings, orphans and widows, and men and women, all screaming for their loved ones and searching desperately through the rubble for some hope they were still alive. The Brightwater camp had been situated far away from the fighting and he had not realised the true extent of the damage.
There was so much to do. Rubble needed to be lifted and cleared, and hopefully recycled into new structures. Citizens had to be guided to shelters and a head count was needed to determine the dead and missing, and then search parties would need to try and find or identify them. Bodies would need to be stripped, cleaned, and taken to the temples for proper burials, fortifications needed rebuilding...
Lucien felt himself sigh. He was exhausted. The battle had sapped his physical and mental energies and the adrenaline had well and truly worn off. But there was still so much to do. He began barking orders and whipping his soldiers into action as they got to work around Lethlinberg. He sent one back to bring him more men though he half expected the man to run off to some warm tent and leave his comrades out in the snow to do all the work.By contrast House Ledaal men buzzed all around him as they set to work.
A lord healing his troops. Lucien thought, remembering what the man had said. That was a novel thought.
"So General Yui, what is Lord Ledaal like if you don't mind me asking?"
by Luminesa » Sat Mar 13, 2021 5:02 am
Antimersia wrote:Medi Munkii
Pulling the pike free from the dirt, Medi centered himself. He sensed the foes around him, most in his immediate vicinity are dead or dying. And the dying are mostly pinned beneath the bodies of the dead. He readies himself and aims his focus at a foe a few meters in front of him. They were standing back up, clearly injured from the blast, but not unable to continue the fight. He spread his stance, rearing to charge at this enemy and fell him like the others. But, just then a familiar voice enters Medi's ears. He hears Gregor give him direction, and complimenting him. Medi perks up and turns towards the area that Gregor's voice came from. He smiles excitedly and waves towards him. "Thanks Gregor! Will do, those orcs are as good as stabbed!" Medi exclaims happily.
The enemy that was getting up is standing now. He sees the results of Medi's strike. Bodies strewn about, crushed and desolated by shattering winds. His blood boils, pushing him forward into a charge. His injuries make him slower and struggle to advance. But his passion pushes him forward. He rushes at the distracted Medi. Pulling his blade up above his head and bringing it down towards Medi's shoulder as he gets close. Medi, senses all of this. He knew the enemy was charging at him from the moment he took that first labored step. Medi times his dodge almost perfectly, side stepping out of the way of the attack and spinning the pike around in his hand so that it is upside down. Medi jabs his arm to the side quickly, jutting the pike out towards the man attacking him. The bladed tip of the pike reaching out and penetrating the man's neck with ease. Medi yanks the pike back out of his neck roughly. Arterial spray coats Medi's arms and tunic. The enemy is felled like the rest, dropping to the snowy dirt and bleeding out within seconds. The snow, turning red and melting as the hot blood saturates the battlefield.
Medi senses the approach of several more foes. He spins the pike, building a whirlwind on the tip once more. A smaller one this time. More contained, yet violently stormy none the lesser. Three enemies focus on Medi while the rest seem focused on getting past him and rushing the gate. Medi uses the butt of the pike to push back one of the approaching soldiers, giving him the space he needs to swing the pike, performing an uppercut motion and unleashing the wind built up on the blade in an upward directed slash that sends a second soldier flying upwards. He rises up at least fifty feet within seconds, hangs in the air for a moment, the drops down. Landing on several of his comrades. Medi cannot perceive the extent of the damage caused to them but his focus is on the two other soldiers actively attacking him. The third soldier advances, swinging at Medi with a warhammer. Medi directs the strike away from him by clashing the bottom half of the shaft with that of the handle of the warhammer. He used the momentum of the soldier's swing to lead him to overextend and have his hammer slam into the dirt. Before he could readjust, Medi swings his pike back around and slashes at the slightly exposed neck beneath the soldier's helmet. the cut the pike tip makes is not deep, but it is clearly deep enough to make the soldier clench his neck and fall back. The third soldier, approaches Medi faster than he can react. A dagger blade plunges into Medi's left shoulder. He felt no pain in the moment though. Adrenaline and shock take over and leave his shoulder feeling more numb than stabbed. Medi reacts quickly though, turning his body and striking the soldier in his chest plate with his open palm. The moment contact is made, Medi releases a sudden and compress burst of powerful air. The compressed burst denting and ripping through the armor so deeply that the soldier is stabbed by shrapnel of it as he is sent flying backwards.
The those three dispatched, Medi is affored a minute moment of appraisal and reflection. This is when the pain starts to appear. His arms sears like hot coals as blood slowly pours from the knife filled wound. He readies himself to continue the fight, but then a blaring horn sounds, and a retreat begins.
by Antimersia » Sat Mar 13, 2021 6:20 pm
by Woodstovia » Sat Mar 13, 2021 9:11 pm
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