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Introduction
For the past 700 years Demortris has stood as both a symbol of freedom, and a trade center for rare metals such as gold, silver and other jewels. the first 300 was strife with war after war as the new country fought both Nevorgi and Triands in their attempts of claiming for themselves. Eventually the Wars slowed as Demortris grew in military might, and after signing an alliance pact with Genova, regarded to be the most elite of them all, the Kingdom finally found peace. The once mighty rulers that directed Demortris's armies adapted well, ruling justly for the next 500 years. Many began to believe that their country was finally free.
King Jornas, like his family before him, was a popular figure widely supported for his use of low taxes and evenhanded approach towards any race or gender. Widely supported by both commoners and nobles, The king was expected to pass on his kingdom to his eldest son within the next fifty years. That was until he was struck down by a mysterious ailment. Leaving healers baffled, the King's illness was kept secret from the rest of his kingdom in fear of outside countries learning of it. Almost immediatly after the disapperance of the King, the Cult of Grovel rose and began branching from their position at the edge of the border.
Promising great riches to all, and displaying mysterious powers granted by their "god" Grovel, they took much of the countryside by storm. The royal council seized upon this opportunity and placed the King's son as temporary ruler until the king grew better. King Jornas's son, a weak figure, soon became a puppet allowing the council to do as they please. in the next three years they would seize nearly all of the mining camps for themselves leaving the surrounding villages to bandits and the ever extending reach of the cult.
Realizing the inevitable fall of his country, the now dying king called for an old friend to help him in his time of need. They gathered togather at his beside, and the king explained his emergency. The king's friend was eager to help, but refused to unless proper payment was made. Saddened the king agreed, and called for his only daughter to enter. With his last few breath, the king wrote down his will, Clarifying the princess as Demortris's next ruler. He then order the Princess and Mercenaries to travel to Genova and ask for assistance in retaking Demortris, and with it the princesses rightful position as queen.
The council, realizing the threat the princess held, quickly spread word of her murder of the king and theft of the Royal will, Ordering all soldiers to kill and retrieve the Will immediatly. The Cult of Grovel realized their chance and are now hunting to capture the Princess, and using her as a puppet, seize control of the country.
Guarded by only Mercs, and hunted from both sides, the Princess must make her way through her own country, and towards the unknown future.
-Kingdoms-
Demortris- Once a bustling place of forest hills and plains, this kingdom has gone from exporting Rare minerals to a savage land fighting for power.
Genova- Demortris only ally, and the most elite of all military nations. they currently have an alliance with Demortris and have proven their loyalty time and again. Their lands are mainly mountainous regions.
Nevorgi- A small, but battle hardened country loosly centered around the vast river network that branches throughout their country. They're constantly searching for new ways to expand their lands.
Triands- The largest, and most stubborn of countries. Despite Demortris independence, quite a few Triandians still claim that Desmortris still belongs to them. What they lack in military might they make up in numbers. Their land is mostly plains and steppes.
-Races-
Any race can be created here, just as long as they don't border godhood.
Vampires are now Vumpiers, a unique twist for my RP thanks to AXESOFEVIL
-Weapons-
These are ancient times so no guns. period. crossbows are the farthest anyone has gotten for ranged.
-Magic-
Magic can range from simple elemental control to psychic powers and can be utilized in many diffrent ways. Time manipulation, Mind reading and Seeing the future is strictly moderated for obvious reasons. Body enhancements can be made, but please moderate them within reasonable levels.
Magic can drain strength, so the bigger spell you cast, the more it saps your energy.
-Characters
Characters will be limited to two only. you all should know the limitations of characters, and for those who don't, i don't wanna see a terminator able to rain meteors and swing a 25 foot sword at the same time. Youbig on Melee fighting? Limit the magic and give him some intimidating armor. Love torching foes? Make him vastly intellegent but unable to fight properly. Love to sneak around and plant a dagger in someones back? Balence a set of magic enhancements or just act like a proper assassin. The choice is yours to make.
King Jornas, like his family before him, was a popular figure widely supported for his use of low taxes and evenhanded approach towards any race or gender. Widely supported by both commoners and nobles, The king was expected to pass on his kingdom to his eldest son within the next fifty years. That was until he was struck down by a mysterious ailment. Leaving healers baffled, the King's illness was kept secret from the rest of his kingdom in fear of outside countries learning of it. Almost immediatly after the disapperance of the King, the Cult of Grovel rose and began branching from their position at the edge of the border.
Promising great riches to all, and displaying mysterious powers granted by their "god" Grovel, they took much of the countryside by storm. The royal council seized upon this opportunity and placed the King's son as temporary ruler until the king grew better. King Jornas's son, a weak figure, soon became a puppet allowing the council to do as they please. in the next three years they would seize nearly all of the mining camps for themselves leaving the surrounding villages to bandits and the ever extending reach of the cult.
Realizing the inevitable fall of his country, the now dying king called for an old friend to help him in his time of need. They gathered togather at his beside, and the king explained his emergency. The king's friend was eager to help, but refused to unless proper payment was made. Saddened the king agreed, and called for his only daughter to enter. With his last few breath, the king wrote down his will, Clarifying the princess as Demortris's next ruler. He then order the Princess and Mercenaries to travel to Genova and ask for assistance in retaking Demortris, and with it the princesses rightful position as queen.
The council, realizing the threat the princess held, quickly spread word of her murder of the king and theft of the Royal will, Ordering all soldiers to kill and retrieve the Will immediatly. The Cult of Grovel realized their chance and are now hunting to capture the Princess, and using her as a puppet, seize control of the country.
Guarded by only Mercs, and hunted from both sides, the Princess must make her way through her own country, and towards the unknown future.
-Kingdoms-
Demortris- Once a bustling place of forest hills and plains, this kingdom has gone from exporting Rare minerals to a savage land fighting for power.
Genova- Demortris only ally, and the most elite of all military nations. they currently have an alliance with Demortris and have proven their loyalty time and again. Their lands are mainly mountainous regions.
Nevorgi- A small, but battle hardened country loosly centered around the vast river network that branches throughout their country. They're constantly searching for new ways to expand their lands.
Triands- The largest, and most stubborn of countries. Despite Demortris independence, quite a few Triandians still claim that Desmortris still belongs to them. What they lack in military might they make up in numbers. Their land is mostly plains and steppes.
-Races-
Any race can be created here, just as long as they don't border godhood.
Vampires are now Vumpiers, a unique twist for my RP thanks to AXESOFEVIL
-Weapons-
These are ancient times so no guns. period. crossbows are the farthest anyone has gotten for ranged.
-Magic-
Magic can range from simple elemental control to psychic powers and can be utilized in many diffrent ways. Time manipulation, Mind reading and Seeing the future is strictly moderated for obvious reasons. Body enhancements can be made, but please moderate them within reasonable levels.
Magic can drain strength, so the bigger spell you cast, the more it saps your energy.
-Characters
Characters will be limited to two only. you all should know the limitations of characters, and for those who don't, i don't wanna see a terminator able to rain meteors and swing a 25 foot sword at the same time. Youbig on Melee fighting? Limit the magic and give him some intimidating armor. Love torching foes? Make him vastly intellegent but unable to fight properly. Love to sneak around and plant a dagger in someones back? Balence a set of magic enhancements or just act like a proper assassin. The choice is yours to make.
Rules
- All standard rules apply here just like any other RP
- Romance is allowed, but pass the kissing point and we got problems.
- PVP fighting is allowed, but ask permission from others before killing Characters
- Mary sues are warned! the only attention you'll be getting is the carving on your gravestone!
- Anything else just PM me
-Oh yea, tell me or any of my Assistant GMs if your gonna be gone for a while or permenantly please
- I don't care how long your post is, but i do care how short. Minimum one paragraph, unless you got writers block.
- The princess is first come first serve, PM me for the position if you want it.
- Wanna be evil? fine, just stick to the two major groups unless you want to form your own, then PM me
- I am currently accepting Assistant GM's. PM me and i will decide after the first few post we make.
- Romance is allowed, but pass the kissing point and we got problems.
- PVP fighting is allowed, but ask permission from others before killing Characters
- Mary sues are warned! the only attention you'll be getting is the carving on your gravestone!
- Anything else just PM me
-Oh yea, tell me or any of my Assistant GMs if your gonna be gone for a while or permenantly please
- I don't care how long your post is, but i do care how short. Minimum one paragraph, unless you got writers block.
- The princess is first come first serve, PM me for the position if you want it.
- Wanna be evil? fine, just stick to the two major groups unless you want to form your own, then PM me
- I am currently accepting Assistant GM's. PM me and i will decide after the first few post we make.
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Calypso Chakra played by MgeoftheWhtBst
A whip-weilding nomad with the power to manipulate electricity.
Draffen the Protector played by AxesofEvil
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A special breed of orc, that has changed over time to be a murdering war machine. He's currently incarsarated in a Noble's Mannor, as a whipping slave.
Roseline Evonite played by DeathByChocolate
A princess with a vivacious spirit, on the run from her own county.
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OOC Notes
"Find the Traitor!" "She's stolen off to the east!" "Don't let them escape!" "There they- argh!"
From his perch in the sparse forest, Duste lowered his longbow and watched as the soldier scrabbled to pull the shaft from his throat, falling to his knees as the strength left his body. He could see the search party hesitate, quickly he lifted his bow, the sighting picture already in mind, and drew. Slight wind, won't effect the trajectory, compensate for range his mind ran through the process in a mere second, his left hand smoothly adjusting his aim until he had his target in sight. Fingertips touching lips, and release, the arrow nothing more then a blur as the bowstring made a satisfying slap against Duste's gauntlet.
He never bother to look back as he turned to rejoin the others, their yells were the only proof he needed to know success.
Moments later he rejoined the group, sheathing his longbow as he did. "We should have some time before they gather their courage and begin searching again." His voice, although young, was pitched low. Proof of his experience as a being on the run. "Let's take a short break, no use wearing ourselves out for the enemy." With that he leaned back against the closest tree and pulled a few leaves a small pouch on his belt. The smell of Mint soon wafted in the air, Duste silently enjoying the slight sting they delivered.
There was only five of them, Not a number the Mercenary leader liked. There was him and Cynoc, his second in command and accomplished Mage, the Princess, Roseline was her name, and her loyal knight, a mysterious being named Draffen. Finally there was the girl falconer, Sorana. Not a good amount of protection for the queen. Duste thought With only one primary fighter and two support, we could have our work cut out for us.
It was risky, but they were mainly running, as long as they didn't stumble into any platoons or mobs then they should accomplish their goal. His mind began to estimate how long it would take before they reached Genova.
From his perch in the sparse forest, Duste lowered his longbow and watched as the soldier scrabbled to pull the shaft from his throat, falling to his knees as the strength left his body. He could see the search party hesitate, quickly he lifted his bow, the sighting picture already in mind, and drew. Slight wind, won't effect the trajectory, compensate for range his mind ran through the process in a mere second, his left hand smoothly adjusting his aim until he had his target in sight. Fingertips touching lips, and release, the arrow nothing more then a blur as the bowstring made a satisfying slap against Duste's gauntlet.
He never bother to look back as he turned to rejoin the others, their yells were the only proof he needed to know success.
Moments later he rejoined the group, sheathing his longbow as he did. "We should have some time before they gather their courage and begin searching again." His voice, although young, was pitched low. Proof of his experience as a being on the run. "Let's take a short break, no use wearing ourselves out for the enemy." With that he leaned back against the closest tree and pulled a few leaves a small pouch on his belt. The smell of Mint soon wafted in the air, Duste silently enjoying the slight sting they delivered.
There was only five of them, Not a number the Mercenary leader liked. There was him and Cynoc, his second in command and accomplished Mage, the Princess, Roseline was her name, and her loyal knight, a mysterious being named Draffen. Finally there was the girl falconer, Sorana. Not a good amount of protection for the queen. Duste thought With only one primary fighter and two support, we could have our work cut out for us.
It was risky, but they were mainly running, as long as they didn't stumble into any platoons or mobs then they should accomplish their goal. His mind began to estimate how long it would take before they reached Genova.
OOC Notes
Sorana sat on a rock, staring into the direction the yells were coming from with an outward dull calmness. She knew that their deaths were necessary – as things went – and tried not to think of the families who may have just lost their sole bread winner. The men were only following orders given to those who paid them, and likely knew nothing of the real state of things…
The falconer mentally shook herself at the same time Vesper, her grey goshawk, ruffled his feathers to announce that someone was approaching. The raptor was currently perched on her left hand. Sorana’s fingers automatically flexed to grasp the bird’s jesses before she remembered that she had removed them and the bronze bells that would tell her the bird’s position should it fly off. She didn’t want to risk a tether being seen by the enemy if Vesper needed to fly, but it left her uneasy knowing she had no way to track the bird in the unlikely event it didn’t come back.
“We should have some time before they gather their courage and begin searching again. Let’s take a short break, no use wearing ourselves out for the enemy.” Duste was a man Sorana respected. He took care of his people and kept his promises, and she never feared betrayal when she worked with him. She uncrossed her legs to place her knee-high leather booted feet squarely on the ground and sat up straight. Starfire whickered softly behind her. The dun colored horse was browsing. Her baskets had been removed to make room for a low-quality saddle and more saddle bags. Sorana had debated leaving the horse behind in the care of some random farmer who could get use out of her. She had eventually decided against this though – she didn’t know if she would be able to return to claim the horse and she doubted that the princess would be able to walk the entire day for days on end. She also doubted that the princess rode for days at a time, but Sorana knew from experience that she herself would rather trade saddle sores for exhausted legs. And though Starfire was aging, the horse would still make a fast escape plan should the fighters be some how overwhelmed.
“With all due respect, Duste, that may not be the best plan. Now that they know we are armed and dangerous, they are likely to use the hunting dogs. While I don’t doubt that you could kill a few, these dogs are bred and trained to take down harts, bears, and the occasional exotic cat. We could not out run them or scare them off like we could humans.” Sorana paused to reach up and scratch Vesper’s neck feathers, thinking through her thoughts before she spoke them aloud. “Instead, we could find a stream or shallow river and walk with it for several miles. The water would wash away the scent and then we could rest without fear of them tracking us through ordinary means.”
She turned her eyes, now a golden brown, away from the bird to look at Duste. She was not a confrontational person, but felt the need to look at the half elf to show she stood by her words. She would accept it if he rejected them – he was, after all, more used to running from immediate danger than she was.
The falconer mentally shook herself at the same time Vesper, her grey goshawk, ruffled his feathers to announce that someone was approaching. The raptor was currently perched on her left hand. Sorana’s fingers automatically flexed to grasp the bird’s jesses before she remembered that she had removed them and the bronze bells that would tell her the bird’s position should it fly off. She didn’t want to risk a tether being seen by the enemy if Vesper needed to fly, but it left her uneasy knowing she had no way to track the bird in the unlikely event it didn’t come back.
“We should have some time before they gather their courage and begin searching again. Let’s take a short break, no use wearing ourselves out for the enemy.” Duste was a man Sorana respected. He took care of his people and kept his promises, and she never feared betrayal when she worked with him. She uncrossed her legs to place her knee-high leather booted feet squarely on the ground and sat up straight. Starfire whickered softly behind her. The dun colored horse was browsing. Her baskets had been removed to make room for a low-quality saddle and more saddle bags. Sorana had debated leaving the horse behind in the care of some random farmer who could get use out of her. She had eventually decided against this though – she didn’t know if she would be able to return to claim the horse and she doubted that the princess would be able to walk the entire day for days on end. She also doubted that the princess rode for days at a time, but Sorana knew from experience that she herself would rather trade saddle sores for exhausted legs. And though Starfire was aging, the horse would still make a fast escape plan should the fighters be some how overwhelmed.
“With all due respect, Duste, that may not be the best plan. Now that they know we are armed and dangerous, they are likely to use the hunting dogs. While I don’t doubt that you could kill a few, these dogs are bred and trained to take down harts, bears, and the occasional exotic cat. We could not out run them or scare them off like we could humans.” Sorana paused to reach up and scratch Vesper’s neck feathers, thinking through her thoughts before she spoke them aloud. “Instead, we could find a stream or shallow river and walk with it for several miles. The water would wash away the scent and then we could rest without fear of them tracking us through ordinary means.”
She turned her eyes, now a golden brown, away from the bird to look at Duste. She was not a confrontational person, but felt the need to look at the half elf to show she stood by her words. She would accept it if he rejected them – he was, after all, more used to running from immediate danger than she was.
OOC Notes
Cynoc stood quietly by, the small amount of wind pushing his cape around behind him. His eyes only briefly rested on the direction Duste was taking care of there pursuers in before swiveling back to the current group. He didn't like it that they were so few, and that their client had a bodyguard with her. Being a princess, there was a much higher chance that the knight was loyal to her then if it had been the bodyguard of some merchant or minor noble. At the same time though, they were in this situation currently because even though she was the princess she had already been betrayed. It wasn't that big of a deal though, Cynoc would just have to keep a closer eye on him. He just didn't like having such big variables in their operations. Especially in one that was on a personal level for Duste, who was just returning. Cynoc didn't move from where he was standing, nor did he bother to look when Duste did pop into the clearing. He had heard Duste come and go enough to pick out the sound of his approach. The fact that he wasn't working to hide it already told Cynoc they wouldn't need to worry about any immediate pursuit even before Duste announced it.
“With all due respect, Duste, that may not be the best plan. Now that they know we are armed and dangerous, they are likely to use the hunting dogs. While I don’t doubt that you could kill a few, these dogs are bred and trained to take down harts, bears, and the occasional exotic cat. We could not out run them or scare them off like we could humans.” Sorana spoke up afterwards, which did surprise Cynoc a little. She was usually a little detached from things around her and didn't speak up very often. She was a pretty sensible girl however, and Cynoc rather liked her. “Instead, we could find a stream or shallow river and walk with it for several miles. The water would wash away the scent and then we could rest without fear of them tracking us through ordinary means.”
Cynoc looked from her back to Duste, considering both sides. "While you do have a valid point Sorana, I don't really think that will be necessary. My ability is very much like wind, so scattering our scents as we go is within my power. Also, we must consider the princess. We don't want to push her to much so soon, after what she's already going through. On the other hand," Cynoc said, turning his head back to face Duste " she is right about taking a water path. That will cover our tracks so we don't have to spend any extra time covering them, and the more I don't have to use my ability the more I'll be able to use if we need it later. My suggestion is we take a quick rest and then make our way to the nearest river or stream and continue on from there."
“With all due respect, Duste, that may not be the best plan. Now that they know we are armed and dangerous, they are likely to use the hunting dogs. While I don’t doubt that you could kill a few, these dogs are bred and trained to take down harts, bears, and the occasional exotic cat. We could not out run them or scare them off like we could humans.” Sorana spoke up afterwards, which did surprise Cynoc a little. She was usually a little detached from things around her and didn't speak up very often. She was a pretty sensible girl however, and Cynoc rather liked her. “Instead, we could find a stream or shallow river and walk with it for several miles. The water would wash away the scent and then we could rest without fear of them tracking us through ordinary means.”
Cynoc looked from her back to Duste, considering both sides. "While you do have a valid point Sorana, I don't really think that will be necessary. My ability is very much like wind, so scattering our scents as we go is within my power. Also, we must consider the princess. We don't want to push her to much so soon, after what she's already going through. On the other hand," Cynoc said, turning his head back to face Duste " she is right about taking a water path. That will cover our tracks so we don't have to spend any extra time covering them, and the more I don't have to use my ability the more I'll be able to use if we need it later. My suggestion is we take a quick rest and then make our way to the nearest river or stream and continue on from there."
OOC Notes
"Hrrrgh..."
The bandit grunted as he crumpled to the ground, bleeding heavily from his chest. Around him lay three others, all apparently dead.
"You'll pay for that, girl!"
Another bandit ran up, holding an axe in his hands, and prepared to swing it. Before he could, there was a loud slashing noise, and he fell back with a great gash in his stomach.
Above him stood a young woman in silver armour and tunic; a greatsword was gripped in her pale hand. Her beautiful face, ever drawn back in sorrow, scanned over the area around her. The sound of water indicated she was near a stream; a stream that was the 'headquarters' for a group of bandits who preyed upon small villages around the stream's region. Having heard of this motley group, Selvaria had journeyed here to finally rid the countryside of their menace, and though they were putting up a good fight, they were simply outmatched.
A few yards away were another three bandits, advancing on Selvaria with menacing glares and crude weapons and armour, preparing for another fight.
The bandit grunted as he crumpled to the ground, bleeding heavily from his chest. Around him lay three others, all apparently dead.
"You'll pay for that, girl!"
Another bandit ran up, holding an axe in his hands, and prepared to swing it. Before he could, there was a loud slashing noise, and he fell back with a great gash in his stomach.
Above him stood a young woman in silver armour and tunic; a greatsword was gripped in her pale hand. Her beautiful face, ever drawn back in sorrow, scanned over the area around her. The sound of water indicated she was near a stream; a stream that was the 'headquarters' for a group of bandits who preyed upon small villages around the stream's region. Having heard of this motley group, Selvaria had journeyed here to finally rid the countryside of their menace, and though they were putting up a good fight, they were simply outmatched.
A few yards away were another three bandits, advancing on Selvaria with menacing glares and crude weapons and armour, preparing for another fight.
OOC Notes
Patience, they say, is a virtue. Luckily, patience was a virtue she had in abundance. It had been three stifling hours since she and her posse had nestled themselves among the forest brush along a slim dirt path a fortnight's ride from Genova's border. The Cult of Grovel had taken quick and solid footholds in the flatter farmlands to the north and east of their position, but the peace of the wood villages wasn't going to last long.
Finally, Calypso Charka heard the sound of soft, distant hooves. The lesser lord of a nearby village had told her that the Cult had converted a couple of stable hands, who had turned around and stolen a couple of his horses. It was their task to return the horses intact, and the stable hands....dead or alive.
The hoof beats drew closer. Two...three...four horses total. Against the five of her and her unit. She liked those odds. Finally she could hear the chatter of the riders. As they drew on her position, she quickly reached for the steel-tipped whip that hung at her side, snapping it out into the open air with a thunderous *CRACK!*
The horses whinnied and reared, throwing one of the riders down to the dirt. It was their cue to strike, and Calypso leapt from the brush, swinging her whip toward the neck of the fallen rider. Once, twice, it wrapped itself around a fleshy throat, a satisfying gasp coming from the choking...boy?
She paused then, her eyes bugging slightly at the sight of him. No more than twelve years old, this one, grasping at the leather claw that was sucking the life from him. Something clicked inside her head and she moved towards him, quickly unwrapping the tendril from his neck.
There was still one loose horse, another which tried to bolt along the path, screeching rider still in tow, and two rearing and prancing in discombobulated fear at the sudden ruckus.
Finally, Calypso Charka heard the sound of soft, distant hooves. The lesser lord of a nearby village had told her that the Cult had converted a couple of stable hands, who had turned around and stolen a couple of his horses. It was their task to return the horses intact, and the stable hands....dead or alive.
The hoof beats drew closer. Two...three...four horses total. Against the five of her and her unit. She liked those odds. Finally she could hear the chatter of the riders. As they drew on her position, she quickly reached for the steel-tipped whip that hung at her side, snapping it out into the open air with a thunderous *CRACK!*
The horses whinnied and reared, throwing one of the riders down to the dirt. It was their cue to strike, and Calypso leapt from the brush, swinging her whip toward the neck of the fallen rider. Once, twice, it wrapped itself around a fleshy throat, a satisfying gasp coming from the choking...boy?
She paused then, her eyes bugging slightly at the sight of him. No more than twelve years old, this one, grasping at the leather claw that was sucking the life from him. Something clicked inside her head and she moved towards him, quickly unwrapping the tendril from his neck.
There was still one loose horse, another which tried to bolt along the path, screeching rider still in tow, and two rearing and prancing in discombobulated fear at the sudden ruckus.
OOC Notes
Bataar was used to waiting. At one time the stalkers had made him hang by one hand from a tree branch for three nights straight, over a bed of spikes. He shivered at the cruel memory. Now he merely crouched on top of a tree branch, something much less difficult. Horus, his constant companion, perched on a branch above him eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the cult, or their intended targets.
It was easy enough to fool this company into thinking he was Mordecai. They'd only requested his master's assistance based on reputation, not on past contact. As long as Bataar kept his hood pulled up, and his voice low he would be able to keep up the charade. Still, he tried to speak as little as possible to this group's leader. She seemed the cold calculating type. If he were to make but one misstep in front of her she'd most likely tear his guise to pieces. For now, he waited above them cloaking himself with just enough shadow to blend into the dark. The only person sure of his position was Horus.
Then, the horses made themselves heard. Their targets approached. Suddenly, the crack of the whip, the fight had begun. Bataar dropped from the tree without a sound. His stalker power muffling the sound, he appeared as a living shadow before them. He unsheathed his blade and made to attack. But before he could bring down his blade the sound of a child's gasps reached his ears. Bataar's blade dropped from his hands, the eyes of a forgotten young girl boring into his mind.
It was easy enough to fool this company into thinking he was Mordecai. They'd only requested his master's assistance based on reputation, not on past contact. As long as Bataar kept his hood pulled up, and his voice low he would be able to keep up the charade. Still, he tried to speak as little as possible to this group's leader. She seemed the cold calculating type. If he were to make but one misstep in front of her she'd most likely tear his guise to pieces. For now, he waited above them cloaking himself with just enough shadow to blend into the dark. The only person sure of his position was Horus.
Then, the horses made themselves heard. Their targets approached. Suddenly, the crack of the whip, the fight had begun. Bataar dropped from the tree without a sound. His stalker power muffling the sound, he appeared as a living shadow before them. He unsheathed his blade and made to attack. But before he could bring down his blade the sound of a child's gasps reached his ears. Bataar's blade dropped from his hands, the eyes of a forgotten young girl boring into his mind.
OOC Notes
The long haired, green eyed man sat at the table with his legs propped up and his drink in his hand. There were fifteen empty glasses in front of him with several bar patrons looking on in amazement. He waved his empty glass in the air and took a heavy sigh, "Can I get another round?" The barmaid quickly snapped out and brought another over. "How can you drink that many and be fine." Alta took a sip and dried his lips with his sleeve. "For fifty years I've been trying, still haven't felt a thing." The barmaid looked at him like he was nuts and walked away. Alta finished the drink and dropped his feet, moving his finger along the brim of the glass. "This place is already boring. I need to find a new play." As he spoke a small gust of wind came through one of the windows. Making him stand up and take a deep breath. "A new play?" Smiling to himself he went for the door. "Hey! Ya gonna pay for dem' drinks!?" Alta palmed his face and reached into his pocket, only to find a lump of iron and lint.
Can't be helped. He held the iron as it separated into fifteen identical pieces and then molded in the shape of coins. Walking back and putting it on the table, he hoped no one could tell that it was just iron and not bronze or copper. Hurrying out the door he felt he was in the clear and took off down the street as the door to the bar busted open and the owner stood there gripping the fake coins. Alta looked back with a scared face and took off out of town. He ran into the woods and hide behind a tree, half-laughing and half-panting. He sat down and looked around the area. "Now, which way was that play?"
Alta stretched out and pulled out a blade of grass, resting it in between his lips. Smiling even more widely then he did in the bar, he closed his eyes and pulled out the grass, laying it back down on the ground. "It seems there are quite a few actors in this one. I'd hate to miss a second of it." Stuffing his hands into his pockets he began walking through the woods towards the group, deciding to not miss a second of the first act.
Can't be helped. He held the iron as it separated into fifteen identical pieces and then molded in the shape of coins. Walking back and putting it on the table, he hoped no one could tell that it was just iron and not bronze or copper. Hurrying out the door he felt he was in the clear and took off down the street as the door to the bar busted open and the owner stood there gripping the fake coins. Alta looked back with a scared face and took off out of town. He ran into the woods and hide behind a tree, half-laughing and half-panting. He sat down and looked around the area. "Now, which way was that play?"
Alta stretched out and pulled out a blade of grass, resting it in between his lips. Smiling even more widely then he did in the bar, he closed his eyes and pulled out the grass, laying it back down on the ground. "It seems there are quite a few actors in this one. I'd hate to miss a second of it." Stuffing his hands into his pockets he began walking through the woods towards the group, deciding to not miss a second of the first act.
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OOC: Fixing a problem with private messaging.
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Indeed patience was a virtue, something Vanora herself had learned long ago while hunting dangerous game in her arctic homeland, and what game was more dangerous than that of a sentient nature? However the warmer climate she wasn't quite as accustomed to but if it troubled her she made no sign of it despite her heavier clothing.
She was leaned lightly against a tree as the sound of distant hooves finally reached her and her hand made for her crossbow. Silently drawing the string back she prepared her weapon and a quick deft movement had a bolt slid into place. The hoof beats were growing nearer now and she waited patiently, silent and motionless. She hadn't stood there for three hours to spoil the ambush now and she didn't reveal herself as the horses drew past her and continued down the road into her waiting companions.
Finally what she was waiting for, the thunderous crack of Calypso's whip cut through the air panicking the horses and as one of them bolted back down the path she stepped out to intercept it, raising her crossbow up towards it's rider. However her sudden appearance only further spooked the frightened animal as it reared wildly sending it's rider crashing hard towards the ground. Rather than firing she leveled her weapon at the rider, a warning perhaps not to get up as she made a grab for the reigns of the horse deftly moving back to evade the flailing hooves as it reared again.
The animals eyes were bugged out and wild and it's nostrils flaring as it stamped it's hooves at the ground barely under control. It was dangerous close to bolting again but she stood her ground and kept her crossbow trained on the fallen rider, quite ready to shoot if they made a move to attack or get up.
No doubt her companions would have the rest of the group subdued in a matter of moments.. but something registered in her mind that was out of place. Calypso had halted her own attack, and Bataar had dropped his weapon? Something was quite amiss. From her position however she couldn't see the fallen child, her view of the path itself blocked by the horse in front of her.
She was leaned lightly against a tree as the sound of distant hooves finally reached her and her hand made for her crossbow. Silently drawing the string back she prepared her weapon and a quick deft movement had a bolt slid into place. The hoof beats were growing nearer now and she waited patiently, silent and motionless. She hadn't stood there for three hours to spoil the ambush now and she didn't reveal herself as the horses drew past her and continued down the road into her waiting companions.
Finally what she was waiting for, the thunderous crack of Calypso's whip cut through the air panicking the horses and as one of them bolted back down the path she stepped out to intercept it, raising her crossbow up towards it's rider. However her sudden appearance only further spooked the frightened animal as it reared wildly sending it's rider crashing hard towards the ground. Rather than firing she leveled her weapon at the rider, a warning perhaps not to get up as she made a grab for the reigns of the horse deftly moving back to evade the flailing hooves as it reared again.
The animals eyes were bugged out and wild and it's nostrils flaring as it stamped it's hooves at the ground barely under control. It was dangerous close to bolting again but she stood her ground and kept her crossbow trained on the fallen rider, quite ready to shoot if they made a move to attack or get up.
No doubt her companions would have the rest of the group subdued in a matter of moments.. but something registered in her mind that was out of place. Calypso had halted her own attack, and Bataar had dropped his weapon? Something was quite amiss. From her position however she couldn't see the fallen child, her view of the path itself blocked by the horse in front of her.
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Waiting, patience, silence. The three things Hythro hated about doing ambushes. Patience was a key, which he had. Waiting for three hours, is something he can't handle. Silence, just wasn't his forte. His training had always taught him, patience can kill the strongest warrior, being who he is, anger was the most common thing that came with patience over long time.
Sounds of horse hooves peaked his ears, grabbing his sword he thought, By the sound of the noises, there are at least four horses. Which means one of us will have no fun. The horses were closer now, nearly to Vanora. A few moments later, they bolted past her, and soon after him. They were barely a few feet away, when Calypso's whip and it's trademark thunderous crack, cause the horses to lose control and knocked one rider off.
He walked up behind one of the horses, grabbing the back of the rider, he threw the rider to the ground. The rider nearly got up, put Hythro shoved his freshly sharped sword into the person's face, stopping all movement. He slowly grabbed the horses reins, and pulled it so it was looking at him. Softly he said, "Calm down, you're safe here. You are safe." The horse showed no sign that it understood, but it calmed down slightly.
He looked at his companions, and was puzzled by what he saw. Calypso was untying her whip from the throat of someone on the ground, and Bataar dropped his weapon. Bataar was looking at something, and from his vantage point, he could tell who it was, a girl and her face looked slightly familiar.
Sounds of horse hooves peaked his ears, grabbing his sword he thought, By the sound of the noises, there are at least four horses. Which means one of us will have no fun. The horses were closer now, nearly to Vanora. A few moments later, they bolted past her, and soon after him. They were barely a few feet away, when Calypso's whip and it's trademark thunderous crack, cause the horses to lose control and knocked one rider off.
He walked up behind one of the horses, grabbing the back of the rider, he threw the rider to the ground. The rider nearly got up, put Hythro shoved his freshly sharped sword into the person's face, stopping all movement. He slowly grabbed the horses reins, and pulled it so it was looking at him. Softly he said, "Calm down, you're safe here. You are safe." The horse showed no sign that it understood, but it calmed down slightly.
He looked at his companions, and was puzzled by what he saw. Calypso was untying her whip from the throat of someone on the ground, and Bataar dropped his weapon. Bataar was looking at something, and from his vantage point, he could tell who it was, a girl and her face looked slightly familiar.
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Bataar's breathing was labored, and sweat beaded his brow. The memory of a little girl, screaming as knives cut her from head to toe, was playing over and over in his mind. He snarled as he forced the memory back into the recesses of his mind, as far back as he could manage. How could he have been so weak? After years of training, to think he could be overcome so easily by the sight of a frightened child. His blade lay in the dirt of the road, the cursed sword so unassuming at first glance. The merc bent down and quickly picked it up, sheathing it as he stood. Horus screeched up above, something about Bataar losing his focus. Bataar ignored his friend's comment.
The others seemed just as confused by the turn of events as he. He hoped they hadn't noticed his sudden panic. Mordecai would never show such weakness in front of strangers. Bataar cursed his inexperience under his breath. What could the cult have planned? Did they know about the ambush? The fact that they'd put children in a position in which they might be killed was enough to show the apprentice that they would be capable of anything. The thought sent shivers up his spine. There were only a few groups he knew, capable of the same methods. One of which he would gladly hope never to cross paths with again. He turned to Calypso then, pulling his hood further over his face, and tried to speak with as low a voice as he could muster.
"Lady Calypso," he said. "If you wish, Horus can scout ahead, that we might better grasp this strange situation."
The others seemed just as confused by the turn of events as he. He hoped they hadn't noticed his sudden panic. Mordecai would never show such weakness in front of strangers. Bataar cursed his inexperience under his breath. What could the cult have planned? Did they know about the ambush? The fact that they'd put children in a position in which they might be killed was enough to show the apprentice that they would be capable of anything. The thought sent shivers up his spine. There were only a few groups he knew, capable of the same methods. One of which he would gladly hope never to cross paths with again. He turned to Calypso then, pulling his hood further over his face, and tried to speak with as low a voice as he could muster.
"Lady Calypso," he said. "If you wish, Horus can scout ahead, that we might better grasp this strange situation."
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Roseline kept thinking about how she had not cried since her father’s death. She had not the time, but still, it made her sad to know that no one was mourning her father. She could not mourn, not until she had carried out her father’s wishes. If she succeeded; no, when she succeeded, she would be able to mourn him in the way in which he deserved. He was a great man, and Roseline could not believe he was gone.
She could not help but question his judgment though, even if it was wrong to think ill of the dead. Why had he picked her? True, her brother had betrayed them, but, was there really no one else? She had not been trained, not even told what would be expected of her as Demortris’ new ruler. She had no idea what she was doing, and though her father had believed in her, she was not sure she had the same faith in herself.
So many thoughts went through Roseline’s mind as she followed in the footsteps of her guardians. She did not say much. Her father had trusted them, so she did not question them. She simply followed.
Her mind was not really focused on what was going on around her anyway. She barley heard what was said as the mercenaries talked amongst themselves. She was too distracted. Besides, the only person she really knew was Draffen. She stuck close to him and let the mercenaries sort out the technicalities. It was not for her to interfere in such things.
She sat quietly on her own admiring the female mercenary’s bird. It was a beautiful creature, and Roseline took comfort in it’s eyes as it looked back at her. Animals were always comforting to the princess, and the beautiful bird was no exception.
She could not help but question his judgment though, even if it was wrong to think ill of the dead. Why had he picked her? True, her brother had betrayed them, but, was there really no one else? She had not been trained, not even told what would be expected of her as Demortris’ new ruler. She had no idea what she was doing, and though her father had believed in her, she was not sure she had the same faith in herself.
So many thoughts went through Roseline’s mind as she followed in the footsteps of her guardians. She did not say much. Her father had trusted them, so she did not question them. She simply followed.
Her mind was not really focused on what was going on around her anyway. She barley heard what was said as the mercenaries talked amongst themselves. She was too distracted. Besides, the only person she really knew was Draffen. She stuck close to him and let the mercenaries sort out the technicalities. It was not for her to interfere in such things.
She sat quietly on her own admiring the female mercenary’s bird. It was a beautiful creature, and Roseline took comfort in it’s eyes as it looked back at her. Animals were always comforting to the princess, and the beautiful bird was no exception.
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Calypso prided herself on her ability to handle the chaos of battle with calculated precision. Despite the odd change of circumstances, it was her duty to reign in the anarchy. A gauntleted hand shot out and grabbed the frightened child by the shirt, picking him up and tossing him against a tree trunk. She moved toward the rider Vanora had dismounted and did the same as the first, this one a girl of about 16. She left Hythro to follow the lead and do the same with his prisoner.
"Mordecai! What's the matter with you?" So much for his going unnoticed. Her eyes weren't angry, but they seemed significantly...chilled. She stormed towards him, grabbing the girl by the scruff of the neck and bringing her to her feet. "I thought you were some powerful mage...what's got you so scared of a little girl?" The steely-eyed woman looked over the charge in her grasp, noting nothing particularly outstanding or familiar about her. With a forceful shove she sent the girl towards the others huddled together. Vanora seemed to have the task of wrangling the horses under control, but she motioned to Hythro to help anyway. To Mordecai she turned then, and simply barked the order, "Send him."
She went to work winding her whip as she moved toward the cowering children, the oldest girl standing between Calypso and the other three. Crimson eyes took in the kids, frowning deeply. "What did they give you to take their places?"
The girl, though trembling, tried to put on a brave front. "They gave us the path to true happiness." The girl's jaw tightened, trying desperately to hide the fear beneath.
"They gave you your death warrants." There was a viperousness in her tone, but she did little more than turn away from the children. It was difficult to tell what laid beneath her cold red gaze, though faint traces of irritation were bubbling up to the surface.
"Mordecai! What's the matter with you?" So much for his going unnoticed. Her eyes weren't angry, but they seemed significantly...chilled. She stormed towards him, grabbing the girl by the scruff of the neck and bringing her to her feet. "I thought you were some powerful mage...what's got you so scared of a little girl?" The steely-eyed woman looked over the charge in her grasp, noting nothing particularly outstanding or familiar about her. With a forceful shove she sent the girl towards the others huddled together. Vanora seemed to have the task of wrangling the horses under control, but she motioned to Hythro to help anyway. To Mordecai she turned then, and simply barked the order, "Send him."
She went to work winding her whip as she moved toward the cowering children, the oldest girl standing between Calypso and the other three. Crimson eyes took in the kids, frowning deeply. "What did they give you to take their places?"
The girl, though trembling, tried to put on a brave front. "They gave us the path to true happiness." The girl's jaw tightened, trying desperately to hide the fear beneath.
"They gave you your death warrants." There was a viperousness in her tone, but she did little more than turn away from the children. It was difficult to tell what laid beneath her cold red gaze, though faint traces of irritation were bubbling up to the surface.
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Good old Calypso, always straight to the point. Pulling the horse forward, he picked up the person he had under his sword with his free hand, pushing to make the rider sit down at a tree.
Pulling his horse along, he handed the reins to Vanora. "Good work," patting her on the shoulder, he followed Calypso. Though the kids weren't a real threat, he wanted to make sure Calypso didn't do anything hasty.
Walking up to her he whispered, "Don't go doing anything you'll regret. They are just children after all, they also might have some information that could prove useful." Walking away, he went to help get the horses under control.
Pulling his horse along, he handed the reins to Vanora. "Good work," patting her on the shoulder, he followed Calypso. Though the kids weren't a real threat, he wanted to make sure Calypso didn't do anything hasty.
Walking up to her he whispered, "Don't go doing anything you'll regret. They are just children after all, they also might have some information that could prove useful." Walking away, he went to help get the horses under control.
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Bataar couldn't help but feel a slight piece of his pride torn away by Calypso's chastising. He was a master swordsman, not some wet behind the ears mage, and here she was berating him like an old maid. Sure he lost his cool for a minute but...well he couldn't exactly explain that to anyone. Mordecai was the only one who knew. It had to stay that way. So instead of making matters worse, Bataar just nodded in reply and whistled to Horus. The great triandsian eagle alighted on Bataar's gloved arm. He muttered a few words to the bird, it nodded in acknowledgement, and took off into the sky. He took the time to look around the group.
There were four other mercs in the group beside himself. There was Calypso, the leader; Vanora, a witch woman from the north; Bron, a powerful mage; and Hythro, another sell sword. They were certainly an imposing group, the lot of them. That worried Bataar, such a seasoned group might easily pierce his thin guise. If he were exposed he might never get a chance to prove his true worth. If those bastard gods had any sense of mercy, something he highly doubted, than Horus would bring back some decent information. As if a sign, he heard the tell tale screech of the powerful eagle. It alighted on his arm and nibbled affectionately at his fingers. Bataar appreciated the gesture, but he needed his insight right away. The eagle realized the urgency by the look on his partner's face. It squawked its findings and hopped to the man's shoulder.
"Those scum sucking demon lovers," cursed Bataar. "This was all a gods damned ploy! The stable hands circled around and are heading towards the wood villages, and they have practitioners with them. They're gonna raze the village to the ground!"
Bataar sniffed the wind. Horus had given the general area, but they couldn't waste time combing the place. He separated the surrounding scents, blocking off the other mercs, the children, and the horses. Than he found it, the rotten meat like scent of the cult practitioners.
"Follow me," he called as he took off down the road.
There were four other mercs in the group beside himself. There was Calypso, the leader; Vanora, a witch woman from the north; Bron, a powerful mage; and Hythro, another sell sword. They were certainly an imposing group, the lot of them. That worried Bataar, such a seasoned group might easily pierce his thin guise. If he were exposed he might never get a chance to prove his true worth. If those bastard gods had any sense of mercy, something he highly doubted, than Horus would bring back some decent information. As if a sign, he heard the tell tale screech of the powerful eagle. It alighted on his arm and nibbled affectionately at his fingers. Bataar appreciated the gesture, but he needed his insight right away. The eagle realized the urgency by the look on his partner's face. It squawked its findings and hopped to the man's shoulder.
"Those scum sucking demon lovers," cursed Bataar. "This was all a gods damned ploy! The stable hands circled around and are heading towards the wood villages, and they have practitioners with them. They're gonna raze the village to the ground!"
Bataar sniffed the wind. Horus had given the general area, but they couldn't waste time combing the place. He separated the surrounding scents, blocking off the other mercs, the children, and the horses. Than he found it, the rotten meat like scent of the cult practitioners.
"Follow me," he called as he took off down the road.
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Vanora turned her head and offered Hythro a nod as his hand came to rest on her shoulder briefly. As he passed the reigns over she deftly hung her crossbow from her belt so she could secure the second horse. By now the horses were settling down for the most part and she gave her full attention to her comrades.
Mordecai caught her attention. She wasn't from around here and hardly knew the reputation he was trying to uphold but no matter, a comrade who drops his weapon is a worrisome matter. They may be mercenaries but they had to watch out for each other and could she trust someone who faltered when things go awry? Quick thinking and adaptability were a necessity in this line of work, which drew her attention to another.
Calypso. She found herself watching Calypso most of all, trying to understand the woman. She was a strong woman and a strong leader, it's part of why Vanora had joined up with this group. But she actually new very little about Calypso and her gaze was drilling into her at the moment trying to make out what lay beneath the warrior woman's eyes.
Mordecai's words brought her around though with a start and she called to Calypso, "I'll secure the children and horses and catch up. No good letting them run off, they'll just run straight back to the cult." she said with distaste.
Mordecai caught her attention. She wasn't from around here and hardly knew the reputation he was trying to uphold but no matter, a comrade who drops his weapon is a worrisome matter. They may be mercenaries but they had to watch out for each other and could she trust someone who faltered when things go awry? Quick thinking and adaptability were a necessity in this line of work, which drew her attention to another.
Calypso. She found herself watching Calypso most of all, trying to understand the woman. She was a strong woman and a strong leader, it's part of why Vanora had joined up with this group. But she actually new very little about Calypso and her gaze was drilling into her at the moment trying to make out what lay beneath the warrior woman's eyes.
Mordecai's words brought her around though with a start and she called to Calypso, "I'll secure the children and horses and catch up. No good letting them run off, they'll just run straight back to the cult." she said with distaste.
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The news from Mordecai brought a slight knitting of the brows, which one might imagine might actually symbolize deep irritation. She snorted lightly as the swordsman with the eagle sped off down the road- on foot. She, however, grabbed the reigns of one of the horses that was still loose, and with one smooth motion was up on its back.
The orders came clearly, with little fettering emotions poisoning their effectiveness. "Bron will watch the children. Vanora, grab a mount and follow me, we'll try to head them off before they can reach the village. Hythro, follow Mordecai on foot, make sure he's got his head on straight. We'll need him for this." With no room for questioning, she turned the horse and was off like a shot, the hooves pounding hard against the ground as she pushed it to a full run.
It had been a while since she'd ridden, admittedly- one in her position was unlikely to have the money to own a horse. But there was something about the feel of the wing through her hair that she had to admit she enjoyed. However, she knew it was the job that cam first, and her eyes were steely as she maneuvered the horse through the thick underbrush. Finally, she came to the edge of the woods that opened to a clearing. The sight of small thatch-roof houses greeted their eyes- along with thick, tall plumes of smoke. The raucus of chicken and other small livestock was deafening, but only a whisper compared to the cries from the women and children. There were twenty at least, figures cloaked in ominous grey robes, setting torches to everything in their path. If the group Mordecai's eagle spotted was still on their way, there would be fifty of them at least, against a village of only a hundred people or so- most of them women and children. Husbands, by and large, had been called in by the king to serve as extra guards around the capital city in case the Cult decided to strike there. A selfish move, as most of the outlying villages were then left exposed to the cult.
Calypso spurred the horse into the midst of the village, the whip already making its presence known. The length of the leather crackled with electricity that arced from the ornamental silver handle to the steel tip at the end, charging the air around it with a great buzzing. One grey-robed figure was cackling as he pushed a teenage girl to the ground, she screeching in terror beneath his grasp. The whip went out in a flash, cracshing like thinder as it struck across the cultist's back, splitting the robe open. The figure stiffened straight up, the hood thrown off to reveal the face of a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair. His face was contorted in a silent scream, the flush of electric shok spasming his muscles so tightly that he could not even cry out in pain. After a moment he fell back, blood pooling in the dirt beneath his body where the steel tip had sliced his skin as deftly as any sword.
One victory- but there were many more. She wasn't sure if they'd be able to take them all on. Five on...who knew how many. Not good odds at all.
The orders came clearly, with little fettering emotions poisoning their effectiveness. "Bron will watch the children. Vanora, grab a mount and follow me, we'll try to head them off before they can reach the village. Hythro, follow Mordecai on foot, make sure he's got his head on straight. We'll need him for this." With no room for questioning, she turned the horse and was off like a shot, the hooves pounding hard against the ground as she pushed it to a full run.
It had been a while since she'd ridden, admittedly- one in her position was unlikely to have the money to own a horse. But there was something about the feel of the wing through her hair that she had to admit she enjoyed. However, she knew it was the job that cam first, and her eyes were steely as she maneuvered the horse through the thick underbrush. Finally, she came to the edge of the woods that opened to a clearing. The sight of small thatch-roof houses greeted their eyes- along with thick, tall plumes of smoke. The raucus of chicken and other small livestock was deafening, but only a whisper compared to the cries from the women and children. There were twenty at least, figures cloaked in ominous grey robes, setting torches to everything in their path. If the group Mordecai's eagle spotted was still on their way, there would be fifty of them at least, against a village of only a hundred people or so- most of them women and children. Husbands, by and large, had been called in by the king to serve as extra guards around the capital city in case the Cult decided to strike there. A selfish move, as most of the outlying villages were then left exposed to the cult.
Calypso spurred the horse into the midst of the village, the whip already making its presence known. The length of the leather crackled with electricity that arced from the ornamental silver handle to the steel tip at the end, charging the air around it with a great buzzing. One grey-robed figure was cackling as he pushed a teenage girl to the ground, she screeching in terror beneath his grasp. The whip went out in a flash, cracshing like thinder as it struck across the cultist's back, splitting the robe open. The figure stiffened straight up, the hood thrown off to reveal the face of a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair. His face was contorted in a silent scream, the flush of electric shok spasming his muscles so tightly that he could not even cry out in pain. After a moment he fell back, blood pooling in the dirt beneath his body where the steel tip had sliced his skin as deftly as any sword.
One victory- but there were many more. She wasn't sure if they'd be able to take them all on. Five on...who knew how many. Not good odds at all.
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*sorry, posted in the wrong area.*
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Bataar followed the scent of the cultists as he ran down the road. He had to make up for his mistake. He very well couldn't tell them the real reason why he'd faltered, the memories and screams that still haunted him today. The mercenary shook his head, as if the physical movement might shake away the torturous memories. His feet were swift as he careened down the dirt road, Horus gliding above him. The dust swirled around his footfalls and clung to his skin. The smell of smoke and flame, a scent all to familiar to Bataar, began to strengthen as the village's roofs came into sight. The smoke was visible now, the screams, audible. He heard the clop clop of a horse as Calypso sped past him. The veteran mercenary wasted no time in dispatching one of the murderous cultists with a flick of her whip.
He couldn't let her have all the glory, now could he? Bataar increased his speed, his breath labored as he ran full speed towards the endangered town. His eyes were lured to the sight of two cultists hurling flaming torches at a small inn's thatch roof. The dry canopy went up quickly, smoke billowing around it. A strong breeze pushed the wind towards the cultists, giving Bataar an idea. As the cultists coughed, the smoke enveloping them, Bataar wrapped himself in his familiar cloak of shadows. He dove straight into the black cloud and circled around the cultists, the smoke and shadow camouflaging him perfectly. Before the cultists were able to react his blade had severed their spines in two quick slashes. The stalker blade shimmered as the blood of its victims seemed to be absorbed right into the metal of the sword. Bataar could feel its sickening delight at the death it felt around it. He quickly dissolved his shadows and dove into the real fray.
A cultist warrior, probably a former village guard, was dragging a young woman into the space between two looted homes. The sight sickened Bataar as he made his way through the chaos towards the pair. He aimed a low kick at the warrior's back. The man noticed only soon enough to turn and be kicked in the side instead. Unfortunately his breastplate absorbed most of the force and he quickly regained his balance. Bataar cursed and readied his stance, the sword held in both hands. The cultist grinned maniacally and pulled his own blade from its sheath. The cultist struck first, his blade held high for an overhead strike. Bataar used only one hand to knock the swing off course and counter. The attacker's blade hit dirt and stuck in the ground as Bataar's fist collided with his jaw. The cultist stumbled back, pulling his blade from the ground. A trickle of blood ran down his chin as he spat at the young woman. Bataar replied to the uncouth action with another punch to the man's jaw. His speed caught the opponent off guard. The cultist stumbled back again, giving Bataar the perfect opening. Bataar didn't hesitate and stabbed the man in the space between the breastplate and his neck, severing an artery. The man's only words were lost as he drowned in his own blood. The former stalker helped the beaten woman to her feet and ran to confront more cultists.
He couldn't let her have all the glory, now could he? Bataar increased his speed, his breath labored as he ran full speed towards the endangered town. His eyes were lured to the sight of two cultists hurling flaming torches at a small inn's thatch roof. The dry canopy went up quickly, smoke billowing around it. A strong breeze pushed the wind towards the cultists, giving Bataar an idea. As the cultists coughed, the smoke enveloping them, Bataar wrapped himself in his familiar cloak of shadows. He dove straight into the black cloud and circled around the cultists, the smoke and shadow camouflaging him perfectly. Before the cultists were able to react his blade had severed their spines in two quick slashes. The stalker blade shimmered as the blood of its victims seemed to be absorbed right into the metal of the sword. Bataar could feel its sickening delight at the death it felt around it. He quickly dissolved his shadows and dove into the real fray.
A cultist warrior, probably a former village guard, was dragging a young woman into the space between two looted homes. The sight sickened Bataar as he made his way through the chaos towards the pair. He aimed a low kick at the warrior's back. The man noticed only soon enough to turn and be kicked in the side instead. Unfortunately his breastplate absorbed most of the force and he quickly regained his balance. Bataar cursed and readied his stance, the sword held in both hands. The cultist grinned maniacally and pulled his own blade from its sheath. The cultist struck first, his blade held high for an overhead strike. Bataar used only one hand to knock the swing off course and counter. The attacker's blade hit dirt and stuck in the ground as Bataar's fist collided with his jaw. The cultist stumbled back, pulling his blade from the ground. A trickle of blood ran down his chin as he spat at the young woman. Bataar replied to the uncouth action with another punch to the man's jaw. His speed caught the opponent off guard. The cultist stumbled back again, giving Bataar the perfect opening. Bataar didn't hesitate and stabbed the man in the space between the breastplate and his neck, severing an artery. The man's only words were lost as he drowned in his own blood. The former stalker helped the beaten woman to her feet and ran to confront more cultists.
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Duste frowned slightly as he considered his comrades explanation. Hunting dogs were a problem and the mercenary captain had no doubt that they would soon be beset by them. He nodded slowly forming his reply, and the plan that could quite possibly lead them to life or death.
"There is a stream off to the east a short distance away that supplies the castle with their water." Duste began, "We can travel south in the stream until we reach known cultist land." His mind had a model of the path they would taking as he explained. "I'd perfer not to use the stream due to the lack of firm ground, but i don't want it known that we have a mage." He winked at Cynoc as he said that, "It'll take us a day to travel upstream but it's for the best."
he pushed off the tree he had been leaning against during their break and adjusted the mottled cloak he wore during missions. "Time's up, let's get moving again." He said moving east.
"There is a stream off to the east a short distance away that supplies the castle with their water." Duste began, "We can travel south in the stream until we reach known cultist land." His mind had a model of the path they would taking as he explained. "I'd perfer not to use the stream due to the lack of firm ground, but i don't want it known that we have a mage." He winked at Cynoc as he said that, "It'll take us a day to travel upstream but it's for the best."
he pushed off the tree he had been leaning against during their break and adjusted the mottled cloak he wore during missions. "Time's up, let's get moving again." He said moving east.
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Huffing and puffing, Hythro tried to keep up with Mordecai. He wasn't doing a good job, due to his older age and heavier armor. The best he could do was keep him in his sights, and he nearly failed at that. Off in the distance he could see smoke rising, and screams.
He arrived shortly after, and bent over putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "I'm not as young as I used to be, this proves it." After his quick rest, he put his left hand on his right shoulder and twisting to stretch it, he was good to go. Drawing his sword, he approached some cultists that were walking out of a burning house, holding various items and sacks. "You know, stealing isn't right. And, it makes he mad." Before they could get an attack ready, Hythro sliced their one's left and the other one's right arm. "It's a slightly more severe punishment for a common thief, but at least you have another arm." Holding their arms with their last hand, they ran away.
He arrived shortly after, and bent over putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. "I'm not as young as I used to be, this proves it." After his quick rest, he put his left hand on his right shoulder and twisting to stretch it, he was good to go. Drawing his sword, he approached some cultists that were walking out of a burning house, holding various items and sacks. "You know, stealing isn't right. And, it makes he mad." Before they could get an attack ready, Hythro sliced their one's left and the other one's right arm. "It's a slightly more severe punishment for a common thief, but at least you have another arm." Holding their arms with their last hand, they ran away.
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Sorana surged to her feet and leaned over to grab Starfire’s reins as soon as Duste stopped talking and turned away. Vesper flapped at her sudden movement but calmed as she and the horse behind her jogged towards Duste. As she passed Cynoc, she smiled at him, showing that she had no hurt feeling with his disagreement of her plan. She rather liked Cynoc – almost as much as Duste, and maybe more, in a different way. The girl’s feet slowed as she drew next to Duste – Starfire huffing at the unexpected but disappointingly short exercise.
“Duste, I have an idea that could make our job easier – with yours and the Princess’s permission. I know that sometimes, when nobles or royals travel to places they are unsure about, they bring a similar looking bodyguard to stand in their place. That way, if an ambush or attack does happen, the enemy often attacks the body guard, thinking that they are the real target.” She looked up at him, her brown eyes dead serious. “The princess and I are the same general height and as for the other differences… I don’t think most know what Her Highness actually looks like. It could end up saving the Princess’s life.”
The girl looked back at the Princess and pursed her lips. “She could pose as myself – no one knows or cares what a ‘hand-maiden’ looks like. She would be more likely to be passed over as unimportant. Vesper would stay with her to complete the look and act as a guard, if the Princess is comfortable with him and knows how to handle birds.”
The hand holding the reins reached up to brush escaped hair out of her face.
“Duste, I have an idea that could make our job easier – with yours and the Princess’s permission. I know that sometimes, when nobles or royals travel to places they are unsure about, they bring a similar looking bodyguard to stand in their place. That way, if an ambush or attack does happen, the enemy often attacks the body guard, thinking that they are the real target.” She looked up at him, her brown eyes dead serious. “The princess and I are the same general height and as for the other differences… I don’t think most know what Her Highness actually looks like. It could end up saving the Princess’s life.”
The girl looked back at the Princess and pursed her lips. “She could pose as myself – no one knows or cares what a ‘hand-maiden’ looks like. She would be more likely to be passed over as unimportant. Vesper would stay with her to complete the look and act as a guard, if the Princess is comfortable with him and knows how to handle birds.”
The hand holding the reins reached up to brush escaped hair out of her face.
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Vanora stood watching Calypso silently for a moment. There was a flash of something in the mage's expression that was hard to make out, perhaps a touch of hardness for the briefest of moments. It had been many years since Vanora had to answer to any save for herself, but no matter, she know her job here and discontent amongst members was harmful to the group as a whole.
Without a second thought she too swung up onto a horse as she spurred it into motion and took off after Calypso. Admittedly it had been a fair while since she had done any riding herself but it wasn't a talent you easily forget. Vanora quickly closed space with Calypso and her horse broke through the forest line hardly a stride behind.
She reigned in her horse though as they entered into the clearing, mostly out of surprise at what she was seeing. The horse neighed and snorted as it stamped a hoof on the ground at the rather abrupt halt but a moment later Vanora's eyes had hardened and she spurred her own horse after Calpsyo and straight for the village.
In a thundering of hooves she galloped right through a pair of robed figures, knocking one to the ground as the other managed to dive to the side. She deftly lifted her crossbow as she took aim at another figure that was cutting across the street.
To a keen observer it would seem odd, but the Crossbow though loaded, seemed devoid of any ammo. However a moment later her hand and the crossbow were rapidly encased in frost that was drawing together into the bolt slot and forming into an arrow of ice.
Not a moment later she fired the weapon as the perfectly and elegantly formed bolt struck the cultist in the back and felled him as the man reached behind him trying to grasp at the bolt that had pierced a lung.
She urged her horse closer towards Calpyso, not too close as to hinder the other woman or herself, but being so outnumbered, fighting near allies to cover one another was an absolute must. She would try to stay on her horse as long as possible, if only for the cover it granted, however the animal was hardly a war beast and it's nostrils were flaring as it shifted anxiously beneath Vanora.
Without a second thought she too swung up onto a horse as she spurred it into motion and took off after Calypso. Admittedly it had been a fair while since she had done any riding herself but it wasn't a talent you easily forget. Vanora quickly closed space with Calypso and her horse broke through the forest line hardly a stride behind.
She reigned in her horse though as they entered into the clearing, mostly out of surprise at what she was seeing. The horse neighed and snorted as it stamped a hoof on the ground at the rather abrupt halt but a moment later Vanora's eyes had hardened and she spurred her own horse after Calpsyo and straight for the village.
In a thundering of hooves she galloped right through a pair of robed figures, knocking one to the ground as the other managed to dive to the side. She deftly lifted her crossbow as she took aim at another figure that was cutting across the street.
To a keen observer it would seem odd, but the Crossbow though loaded, seemed devoid of any ammo. However a moment later her hand and the crossbow were rapidly encased in frost that was drawing together into the bolt slot and forming into an arrow of ice.
Not a moment later she fired the weapon as the perfectly and elegantly formed bolt struck the cultist in the back and felled him as the man reached behind him trying to grasp at the bolt that had pierced a lung.
She urged her horse closer towards Calpyso, not too close as to hinder the other woman or herself, but being so outnumbered, fighting near allies to cover one another was an absolute must. She would try to stay on her horse as long as possible, if only for the cover it granted, however the animal was hardly a war beast and it's nostrils were flaring as it shifted anxiously beneath Vanora.
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Calypso Chakra
Calypso's steed, as well, was prancing on the edge of terror, but she seemed to handle the reins with a deft enough hand to keep the horse steady- for now. She spurred the beast on toward a pair of cultists who were taking a moment to slaughter a goat, bright red blood spattering across their otherwise drab grey robes. The horse was upon them much before they had time to react, and a sickening *CRUNCH* rang out as hooves crushed the pelvis of one of their adversaries, and caught the foot of the other as he tried to dive out of the way. Calypso brought the horse around and struck out with her whip, which tangled itself around the arm of the second opponent. She spurred the horse once again and it took off, dragging the cultist behind. Another deft flick of the wrist and the cultist went careening into a house that was already well on fire, screeching like a child as his body fell into the flames.
Another satisfying execution, but they were never going to win this way. Most of the cultists were busy with death and destruction of the village, making them relatively easy to pick off, but there wasn't going to be much left of the village by the time they were through. Crimson eyes darted around, looking for something- anything- to provide inspiration for a more efficient means of dispatching of their enemies.
Calypso's steed, as well, was prancing on the edge of terror, but she seemed to handle the reins with a deft enough hand to keep the horse steady- for now. She spurred the beast on toward a pair of cultists who were taking a moment to slaughter a goat, bright red blood spattering across their otherwise drab grey robes. The horse was upon them much before they had time to react, and a sickening *CRUNCH* rang out as hooves crushed the pelvis of one of their adversaries, and caught the foot of the other as he tried to dive out of the way. Calypso brought the horse around and struck out with her whip, which tangled itself around the arm of the second opponent. She spurred the horse once again and it took off, dragging the cultist behind. Another deft flick of the wrist and the cultist went careening into a house that was already well on fire, screeching like a child as his body fell into the flames.
Another satisfying execution, but they were never going to win this way. Most of the cultists were busy with death and destruction of the village, making them relatively easy to pick off, but there wasn't going to be much left of the village by the time they were through. Crimson eyes darted around, looking for something- anything- to provide inspiration for a more efficient means of dispatching of their enemies.
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Re: [OOC] The Mercs of Demortris (open for one player)
I'm still here, checking once or twice a day :) Lets keep this going.
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It appears to just be a slow-go on the getting this thing restarted, but I check every day as well. Hopefully things will pick up even more.
I wont be able to reply for a couple days due to a sudden irl debacle. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause, and I'll come back and try to make up for anything I missed!
I wont be able to reply for a couple days due to a sudden irl debacle. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause, and I'll come back and try to make up for anything I missed!
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I'm waiting for others to post on my end. Otherwise I pretty much check this thing once a day.
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Hey so yea is gurag still alive? Whats going on with the role play did it die down again or did I not get the memo?
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Geez, I haven't looked at this for 3 days, and you posted a lot.
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Thx Creewolf, Mgeofthewht, i was wondering if you already sent a PM to Natiko, or Shall i?
Until she replies i think it's safe to skip her and continue posting so we can actually get to moving the storyline, Tomiron2010 i am eagerly awaiting your post and hope you can put it up soon so that Vio-lance can finally have a chance to post please.
Until she replies i think it's safe to skip her and continue posting so we can actually get to moving the storyline, Tomiron2010 i am eagerly awaiting your post and hope you can put it up soon so that Vio-lance can finally have a chance to post please.
Re: [OOC] The Mercs of Demortris (open for one player)
Hey, I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still on as well. Like MgeoftheWhtBst I've been waiting on someone else to move things forward.
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Tomiron: Might as well start developing that part of the story now. : ) If we play it right, the three groups should be able to flow together when the time is right.
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That's great. Gurag is dying to beat someone to bloody marrow pulp.
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I'd post but it'll be 7+ paragraphs and would only allow vio-lance to post it'll take awhile to get to the other groups to really matter?
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Hmmm, seeing the whole thing, what the hell, let's keep it going, I'll write up a post to get things started again and send a PM to everyone who hasn't posted in a while. it'll take some time for me to gather whose missing, but i still have the important people (Except maybe the princess) so we can keep this going, even if the group turns out smaller in the end.
Re: [OOC] The Mercs of Demortris (open for one player)
I have been waiting for the last of my team to post. *Glares at Natiko.*
Once she posts, I was planning on it, but if it would help I can skip her. :/
However, there's not much I can do about the Princess's group. Except perhaps send out PMs to remind folks to post. >.>
Once she posts, I was planning on it, but if it would help I can skip her. :/
However, there's not much I can do about the Princess's group. Except perhaps send out PMs to remind folks to post. >.>
Re: [OOC] The Mercs of Demortris (open for one player)
We might as well consider this dead, i was hoping for posts to be made, but so far everyone seemed to have left us.
I'll have to close this RP soon, but maybe i'll open up a new one.
I'll have to close this RP soon, but maybe i'll open up a new one.
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I guess I'll read and catch up on everything and make my post
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So... is this dead? No one has posted in over a week.
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Hey sorry I havent been on for like two weeks!! Its been extremely annoying but I couldn't log in well I did but every time I went to a different page itd log me out and now I can't send private messages but was told that to fix it was to make a post so here it is Infernoxx I'd like to speak to you as well as vio-lance and mge if at all possible.
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Mnnn....I'm thinking of a way for my character to enter the fray...
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I'm going to be away for the weekend and unable to reply, but I'll be back Monday and revving to go and make up for any lost time!
Sorry for the late notice too, but I wasn't even aware myself until tonight.
Sorry for the late notice too, but I wasn't even aware myself until tonight.
Re: [OOC] The Mercs of Demortris (Closed)
Understood, and thanks for telling me you two.
We had a sudden change in grouping, Tomiron2010 has decided that his character is more suited for an evil role. Thus i have appointed him the Co-Gm for the evil side. I, as well as he have absolute confidence he can provide a sutible baddie for us to all despise.
But with evil comes loneliness, and the former Crimson company will be divided among the remaining groups. I'll have the official listing up, as well as PM those provideing the group they are now in.
The Princesses group will now hold
Roseline- by Deathbbychocolate
Duste- By InfernoXX
Draffen- By Axesofevil
Sorana- by Silverclawedmouse
Cynoc- by Cynoc
Selvaria- by Soviet Rei
Kylar- by Zman
Calypso's group will consist of
Calypso- By Mgeofthewhtbst (Co-gm)
Bron- by Marsofrome
Hythro- by Hinasil
Vanora- By Natiko
Bataar- by creewolf
Alta- by Lycos
The now evil group
Thomas- by Tomiron2010
This is how i've devided it, and based on posts, no one should be harmed by this decision. Thank you for your time, and enjoy your new groups.
We had a sudden change in grouping, Tomiron2010 has decided that his character is more suited for an evil role. Thus i have appointed him the Co-Gm for the evil side. I, as well as he have absolute confidence he can provide a sutible baddie for us to all despise.
But with evil comes loneliness, and the former Crimson company will be divided among the remaining groups. I'll have the official listing up, as well as PM those provideing the group they are now in.
The Princesses group will now hold
Roseline- by Deathbbychocolate
Duste- By InfernoXX
Draffen- By Axesofevil
Sorana- by Silverclawedmouse
Cynoc- by Cynoc
Selvaria- by Soviet Rei
Kylar- by Zman
Calypso's group will consist of
Calypso- By Mgeofthewhtbst (Co-gm)
Bron- by Marsofrome
Hythro- by Hinasil
Vanora- By Natiko
Bataar- by creewolf
Alta- by Lycos
The now evil group
Thomas- by Tomiron2010
This is how i've devided it, and based on posts, no one should be harmed by this decision. Thank you for your time, and enjoy your new groups.
