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Author Topic: Chapter 3: The Fight for Freedom  (Read 30066 times)
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Phiona Whitefire
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« Reply #30 on: December 09, 2003, 05:17:22 PM »

The small house's roof was now a raging fire, with thick, gray smoke and sparks spilling onto the people still left inside.  Those on the roof could tell the roof was ready to collapse as the flames drew near enough for the blazing heat to be extremely uncomfortable!  

The remaining rebels poured out of the structure- Arden, Karla, Yullius and Richart- escaping through the front door while slapping at the burning embers on their armor , cloaks and clothes.  Once outside, everyone drew their weapons and prepared to fight!  Already, the dwarven Fflewdur, Dray, and Severine were in the midst of battle with the berserker corps.  The rebels rushed forward to join in the fray!

Darman and Carak stumbled out the back door, choking and wheezing, eyes red and tearing.  Looking about them, they saw no enemy to fight, for the earlier group had already disappeared into the orchard.  Carak drew an arrow from his quiver and nocked it in his bow, while Darman unsheathed his sword peered up at the last bit of roof  that hadn't burned yet.  The two stood back to back, slowly circling and looking for any immediate threat.  

Carak had a brief glimpse of one Redmark before the latter ran around the front of the house.  Above the roaring fire, the sounds of weapons clashing could be heard!  The archer nudged Darman, nodding toward the side of the house that faced away from the orchard, and the two men slowly made their way in that direction.  Two Redmarks came into view then, one was menacing Karla with his blade, and the other was trading blows with Richart!  Carak didn't hesitate.  He let loose an arrow that sank into the ribcage of Karla's opponent, immediately drawing another and aiming to shoot again.  He never had a chance to fire- another arrow flew in from a different direction- from the orchard, perhaps- and hit Carak in the shoulder.  Carak howled in pain and his second shot careened into the air!  A second missile struck him in the chest and he fell.

Darman cried out and pulled Carak behind some cover, a couple of rain barrels next to a fencepost.

Karla, in the meantime, was able to finish off her Redmark, for the man was too wounded to parry, even with his shield.  Unaware that one of her own had fallen, she turned to assist Richart...  

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« Reply #31 on: December 09, 2003, 07:46:22 PM »

OOC: This post arrives a bit latter, but just act as if it was written just before the fire, ok? I'll try to keep into the story...

Sable went out of the house as Dray and Sev charged. He faced a soldier that tried to attack Severine from the back. The sword aimed his heart while the dagger searched the neck. The soldier turned against Sable and interposed sword and shield, but he then changed the direction of the dagger and thrust it his the left shoulder. That only seemed to enrage him more, and he attacked him shouting and trying to pierce him or crush him with the shield.

It was then when, crossing the uproar of the fight and the roar of the flames, he heard a voice saying at his back "Lay down your weapons, rebels! Come peacefully, and I will see you are not harmed between here and our command post!" Dammit! There were more at their back!

Suddenly... there was a void in Sable's mind: a memory, of another life, went through him. In that time he had a name, another name. In front of him there were no more soldiers, they were orcs instead, a group of bandits, and behind him his wife screamed while more arrive at his back. He was going to lose him... lose... again... no, no, NO!

When the warrior in front of him attacked, Sable deflected the sword and thrust his dagger in his wrist, and before he could move back he beheaded him with a swift move. Then he turned back and started running in the direction Tierria and the others had gone. He saw her with two women and three men surrounded by a group that aimed them with bows... although in his mind, blinded by the memory, they looked as more greenskins. Without stopping, he put away his weapons and took his two knives: he throw them both and each thrust in the back of a soldier, who shouted in pain and fell to the ground: he didn't know if they were wounded or dead, but it didn't mind much: there where plenty to kill. He started howling as he got closer and closer.For a second they stay paralized, but then six of them turned and shooted at him. He throw himself to the ground and rolled while the arrows crossed above him, and then he stood up and kept running, shouting like one of the berserkers Then one of the bowmen aimed him with more care and the arrow thrust in his shoulder, scarcely stopped by the chain mail.

Sable had the left arm almost without strength, but he didn't stop. He reached the first of them and thrust the sword in the belly while he was trying to take out his own.

Ilthala! - Sable shouted - Ilthala!

Sable, "There is a time you can only flee forwards"

Edited by: Sable at: 12/9/03 11:48
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« Reply #32 on: December 10, 2003, 07:11:22 AM »

Fflewdur limped towards the orchard. Soon, his bleeding wounds caused his knees to give out. He crawled on and saw arrows flying through the air.

"Just what I need: more soldiers." he growled.

Then, one of the soldiers noticed him and sent an arrow speeding at his chest. He dived behind some barrels and found a man and his fallen comrade taking refuge there.

Fflewdur nodded solemly in greeting and sat, leaning against a barrel for support. He tore off his shirt sleeves and wrapped them tightly against his wounds. He wiped his bloodstainded axe on the grass and then studied his injuries.

The cut on his shoulder was not bad. The one on his knee however, was dangerous. It needed to be cleaned and treated within the next few hours or it could become serious.

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« Reply #33 on: December 10, 2003, 03:08:22 PM »

Luca stared in awe as the roof above her seemed to disintigrate before her eyes. "Amazing what fire can do. One minute it's cooking you're food, the other it's eating away at something that could easily kill--" Luca was cut off as a flaming splinter the size of her hand broke off the ceiling and nearly pinned her foot to the ground. Realizing that inside a burning house was not the best place to be, the half-elf walked casually from the building.

Her original plan had been to flee to the nearest section of the surrounding wall and get away from this frightfully unlucky band of people. But Luca’s plan, as usual, was suddenly altered as her way was blocked by a mammoth of a man. But on closer inspection, Luca decided that the man resembled a boar more than anything with his pushed up nose and toothless grin.

“Give me a kiss cutie,” he said, a glob of spittle nearly hitting the thief’s cheek. Before Luca could respond, he brought his sword up and heaved down, ready to cleave her in half.

Luca sighed and took a step back to avoid being struck by the slow and clumsy blow. The soldier growled as he heaved his sword from the ground and his eyes fired up with a strange kind of inner fire Luca had never seen before. The beserker let an animalistic growl escape his throat as the big man took a step forward. From there, things just went downhill for the thief.

The huge man, even with his beserker rage, was not quick enough for the nimble and ever-ready Luca, his powerful blows met nothing but dirt and thin air each time. Speaking haltingly between dodges, the half-elf began to lecture the not-listening soldier. “Hasn’t your…mother ever…told—woah—you…never…to hit…a…” she said, nearly having her hand taken off by a sudden back swing by the soldier. His moves were getting faster and her movement patterns were being discovered.

The half-elf took a feint to the left and the soldier’s sword came down at an angle only to drive into the dirt as Luca half dove, half rolled to the side. She twirled around to his back and clambered up his back. The soldier’s long greasy hair hung down against his back and Luca, fighting to keep her balance on the spinning, took hold of his ponytail (and wished that her leather gloves still had fingers). He didn’t seem to notice her yanking on his hair but the soldier did notice as Luca planted her feet on his wide shoulders and pulled back on his head with all her might.

His neck snapped back and the beserker met a silver capped dagger hilt square between the eyes. “…girl,” she finished finally, hopping quietly off the comatose man and wiping her hands on the lap of her short skirt.



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« Reply #34 on: December 10, 2003, 08:00:22 PM »

The smoke could be clearly seen high up in the sky.  This was the prearranged signal and Hagitha set her calvary troops to the advance.  At a gallop, they arced around the far side of the orchard and came up to the house from behind...  the thunder of hooves could be heard well before they came into view.

Not able to help Carak, Darman had just moved to look at the dwarf's wounds, when he heard the horses approaching.  With an apologetic word to Fflewdur, the seasoned fighter stood with sword in hand and stepped away from the sheltered area.  

His long beard ruffled by the breeze, Darman watched as The Death Riders bore down on him with black-tipped lances at the ready...

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Hawkeye, hidden in the orchard well apart from The Shadow Brigade, watched as one man crazy man went screaming past, right into the rangers.  The only reason he didn't kill the maniac was because Hawkeye wanted to see how Malorn and crew would handle the situation. There was a long-standing rivalry between the two, and he didn't mind seeing Malorn taken down a peg or three...  

After the initial distraction, where most of the rangers had fired at the dagger-tossing madman, the 'covered' rebels began to fight back.  A big man, who'd clearly suffered a broken nose recently by the looks of it, body-slammed the nearest ranger and the two were now wrestling on the ground.  

Another rebel pulled two short swords and the old man went to defend his back wielding a quarterstaff.  But melee weapons were no fair match for bow and arrows, and within seconds the younger man was hit by four missiles and the older man had been disarmed and knocked out.

The three women were a different matter entirely-  the blond woman who'd led the rebels into the orchard took an arrow in the thigh, courtesy of Malorn while the black-haired woman took advantage of the distraction to run and hide behind a tree.  The last woman, a spirited brunette, charged the nearest ranger, forcing him to abandon his bow and fight with his own sword... by this time, the remaining rangers had either turned to fighting the madman, or were diligently defending themselves from the rebels.  

Hawkeye took this moment to slink away from the orchard skirmish.  Time to get back to Blackwine and report.





 

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« Reply #35 on: December 10, 2003, 08:22:22 PM »

Like the men who'd surrounded them, Phiona had also turned to look when a howling man ran into their midst.  She had a split-second to recognize him as one of Elraralia's new friends when a burning pain ripped through her right thigh!  The arrow piercing her leg tore a strangle cry from her as she whipped around to look at the man who shot her.  She still held her sword with both hands, but now the grip was stronger out of necessity- she needed to focus.  

Tears stung her eyes as she struggled to stay on her feet, "You bastard!" She managed to spit out but he was already tossing his bow to the side and drawing his sword.  It was obvious that the man thought he was toying with her!

Malorn only sneered as he brought up his blade.  "I know who you are little girl.  The boss'll be might glad to see you, Whitefire."  He swung his blade and Phiona was forced to sidestep in order to parry.  She grunted from the agony... blood gushed from the wound... on both sides.  She attempted to favor the wounded leg, difficult to do in melee.  

She was too focused on parrying Malorn's attacks to notice that Julia had finally bested her opponent, and had turned to help Sable who was encircled by six angry men.  She also had not noticed which way Tierria had gone... Phiona's survival instinct had kicked in because she knew that this man she fought would kill her, given the chance.

And already she was growing weak from loss of blood...
So this is where it ends?  No, I don't accept that!

"What we do in life, echoes in eternity"

- Maximus Decimus Meridius

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« Reply #36 on: December 11, 2003, 03:28:22 AM »

Severine ducked from another swing, trying to keep his distance from the Redmark he was fighting. He was agile enough to move out of the way from various swings the beserker was throwing at him, but how ong he could keep it up was still a mystery. Deep inside of him, Severine started to feel a familiar hunger...the same kind of hunger he felt before when he fought off the rebels before arriving in Sheren village. He couldn't lose. Not now. He was going to kill this man in front of him.

Coming forward with a battle cry of his own, Severine's blade collided with the Redmark's. Surprisingly, Severine made no effort to move as the two fighters locked in with one another. Both gave each other menancing glares while they fought to turn the tide of the battle. Increasing the hidden strength that was growing from within, Severine roared, and koncked the blade from the Redmark's hand with a kick and thrusted his blade hard and deep into the man's chest. Piercing his heart, the Redmark fell over dead. As the hunger from inside Severine wanted to be fed more, he fought to control himself.

Come on Sevy...don't lose it. Now now...

The Redmark who watched the two fight stared at Severine with shock for a moment, but soon yelled out "This one is a beserker as well!"

Those soon became the last words that man would ever say as a thrown sword went through his neck. Severine stood a few yards away, his braids covering his face, his chest breathing heavily. The hunger was getting stronger. And the Shendar was beginning to like it.

"Once again, the lone soldier walks off into the sunset..." -Anonymous

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« Reply #37 on: December 11, 2003, 03:39:22 AM »

Tierria hid behind a tree, scared for her life. Out of nowhere, another group of soldiers appeared, ready to kill at a drop of a hat. Tierria knew she didn't stand much of a chance, so she decided to hide during the fighting, hopefully nobody would notice her. She mostly watched Phiona, but kept her eye on everyone else as well. She saw Fflewdur appear, as well as a man that she saw briefly at the house which was now falling to pieces. So far, they lost one person. Hopefully they wouldn't lose another...

Seeing Phiona shot in the leg, the girl let out a gasp. The man that approached her seemed to toy with the female warrior, waiting for that perfect moment to kill her. Tierria knew Phiona didn't stand a chance unless if she had a plan. While just being shot in the leg, and possibly moments away from death, she figured her friend didn't have much of an idea of what to do to survive. Without even thinking, the girl let out a battle cry. Picking up a sword from a dead soldier as she ran, Tierria swung at the man who threatened Phiona's life. The man turned to Tierria easily, side stepped the attack, and tripped her. She fell face forward, dropping the blade during her descent.

The man grinned down at Tierria his blade pointed at her. "Well, well, well, look what we have hear" said the man grinning.

Tierria did her best not to show fear at all as sweat was rapidly going down her body. Phiona, make your move now! Hopefully, he's open for an attack!

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« Reply #38 on: December 11, 2003, 05:22:22 AM »

"Well, well, well, look what we have here..." Malorn grinned down at the raven-haired beauty who was at the tip of his sword.  He kept a close eye on Phiona as well, moving so that Teirria was between him and the Avennorian warrior.  "Decisions, decisions.  I cannot take both of you back," the ranger said, mostly to the woman lying on the ground, "you would be a tasty prize indeed, girl... but that one would win me a king's ransom.  With that gold, I can buy a hundred of you..."

"On the other hand, it would be a shame to kill you... so I'll come get you another time, my sweet!"  With that, Malorn pulled back the sword and brought down the pommel against Teirria's temple with a blow that was sure to stun the young woman, if not knock her completely out.  With any luck, he'd be long gone before she came to.  

"No!" Phiona gasped as she staggered a step closer, struggling to keep her blade up.  It grew heavier and heavier as her strength steadily faded.

Malorn circled around her like a wolf stalking it's wounded prey.  "Yes, yes... you will make me a rich man, Phiona.  To hell with orders, you are coming with me!" The leader of the Shadow Brigade quickly stepped up and swung his blade high, knowing the woman would have to bring her own blade up to parry.  She did, but with a pained effort that clearly showed on her face.  Their swords locked, and Malorn reached down for the arrow that was still in Phiona's thigh.  He twisted it hard in the wound and the woman's resulting scream was cut short by her passing out from the intense pain... just as he'd hoped.  He caught her as she slumped to the side, her sword falling to the ground.  The ranger then slung her limp body over his left shoulder, keeping his sword ready in his right hand.

With a last look at the battling rangers and rebels, he could see that none would oppose him-  In fact, all were preoccupied in the extreme.  With a pleased chuckle, Malorn made his escape with his prize through the darkened orchard, knowing that Blackwine would reward him well... even if it meant sacrificing his men.
     

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« Reply #39 on: December 11, 2003, 07:45:22 AM »

*Dray faced off against the Redmark and it stared at him that inner fire growing in its eyes. It charged suddenly and Dray smiled thinking he saw his opening. Dray went to strike, but the Red mark was read and blocked the blow across his body and slammed Dray with its shield. Dray reeled back wards his head spinning. Dray was down to only his long sword as he glanced and saw his short sword laying next to the dead Redmark who of course was right next to the live one. The Redmark charged again and Dray blocked his downward strike, but the Redmarks superior strength and his added berserker powers was forcing Dray down, Dray was soon to his knees and knew if he gave in the sword would come down and cut him a good one. Dray tried to concentrate and use his magic, but the strain was too much trying to keep the Redmarks sword away from him and he couldn't harness his magic. Just as Dray thought it was about over for him the pressure from the Redmarks sword stopped. Dray looked up and the Redmarks eyes were open wide and blood was running down its armor and arms. Dray looked away and saw Ardan standing there with his sword shoved into the back of the redmarks neck and down. Ardan twisted the blade around and the Redmark let out a gurgle. Dray saw him beginning to fall and dove to the side as the man fell forward slain by Ardan.*

"Thanks old friend I wasn't sure how much longer I could have lasted"

"Ardan:Its the least I could do for you Dray"

*Dray smiles as he goes to pick up his short sword. As Dray's hand reaches for the sword and lifts it a foot comes down and a sword swings breaking Dray's sword. A fist soon follows and Dray reels back wards surprised at the assault.*

"Wilhem:Rebels this is where your lives end today. You may have taken out my men, but they can be replaced. I trained them and I will train more!"

*Wilhem goes to swing at Dray, but Ardan blocks the blow and gets in front of Dray. Adran faces off against Wilhem and glares right back at the man*

"Ardan:You and the Legions evil ways will soon end...for you they end today...for the Legion they end soon. The Freedom Hawks will live on!"

*Ardan pushes away from the man and starts his attack. Strike after strike it seems as if both men are evenly matched with the blade, but soon Wilhem begins his assault and its is everything Ardan can to do deflect the blows, as Wilhems true ability with a sword comes out. Wilhem swing is blocked by Ardan, but the foot hits Adran right in the chest and he doubles over from the impact. Wilhem sensing blood raises his sword above his head and brings it down towards Ardan's neck. Dray has recovered by this time and thrusts his sword in flat side up to block the blow. Wilhem's sword collides with Dray's and both blades slam into Ardan, but it is not a lethal blow. Ardan falls to the ground with 2 small cuts in the back of his neck starting to bleed a little. Wilhem growls at Dray who just took away his kill and starts an offensive against him. Dray parries his blows, but is still being backed up*

I better do something soon I can't defend against this guy forever I gotta get some offensive going

*Dray ducks under a swing and tries the thrust at Wilhem, but is deflected away. He brings his blade back down and Wilhem blocks, but circles his parry and Dray recognizes the move too late as Wilhem disarms him and Dray's sword falls to the ground and Wilhem steps on it.*

"Wilhem:o hhh little rebel with out his sword...any last words?"

"only this don't count your eggs before they hatch"

*Wilhem growls and swings at Dray. Dray puts his forearm up to block the swing and Wilhem's sword rings out as metal strikes metal. Wilhem is slightly surprised and Dray takes advantage by bringing his other forearm upside Wilhem's head. Dray feels a slight cut into his arm where Wilhem's sword went through the guard and he starts to bleed. He shakes off the injury and drops down and sweeps Wilhem's legs out from under him and Wilhem falls to the ground. Dray quickly goes for his sword, but Wilhem is quick enough to be on his knees and have his sword pointed at Dray's neck as both men slowly get to their feet. Dray drops his sword and Wilhem smiles once again sensing blood, Ardan through comes back into the fight and knocks Wilhem's blade away. Dray quickly picks up his sword and together him and Ardan start an assault. Wilhem starts back away as the 2 men force him, and he dodges and parries like mad but cuts are starting to appear all over his body. On his face his arms dings in his armor and slashes in his armor as well. Dray lays off his assault and concentrates for a second and raises his hand up. A small burst of fire flies from Dray's hand and right into the eyes of Wilhem. He lets of a scream of pain as the fire burns his eyes and Ardan thrusts his sword into Wilhem's chest. Dray follows with a thrust of his own into his chest as well. Wilhem's scream stops he falls to his knees and as Dray and Ardan pull out their blades he falls to the ground dead.*

The difference between a brave man and a coward....is facing your fear instead of running away

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« Reply #40 on: December 11, 2003, 10:15:22 AM »

Luca had had enough of this fighting business and the half-elf took off. But she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, too preoccupied in calling Pick to her side to care.

Looking up from her magical eagle amulet, Luca skidded to a stop as a she suddenly noticed the ground rumbling beneath her. The half-elf turned to see a lance-weilding man atop a horse coming at her. He was off to the side of the cavalry group that Luca just noticed. Not giving her enough time to yell her obscene remark, the man broke formation and came at her.

The thief turned and began running, noticing a pile of barrels just a short sprint ahead. The half-elf, not used to working with or against horses, underestimated the speed of the animal. She had enough wits to narrowly dodge the lance but felt the poisioned tip clip at her elbow just as she was a pace from the barrels.

Crying out angrilly, she easily leapt onto the pile and began to leap frog over the top. A thunderous crash sounded as the rider's horse collided with the two stacked barrels on the far side and fell to the ground. Crying out miserably, the rider tried to dive from the horse, but the falling animal fell atop of his legs, kicking him relentlessly in the face and chest with it's hooves until the rider lay unconcious and broken beneath a lame horse.

Luca jumped onto the opposite side of the pile of barrels to  land non too gently beside Fflewdur. "Oh hello there. No time to talk. Busy busy day," she said happily, brushing away hair that had fallen into her eyes.

Sighing, the half-elf looked at her cut elbow. It was clean cut and not too deep, but a strange black substance was sticking to the side of the wound. Luca could guess it was and tried to suck off the poison as she had been taught, but just as luck would have it, she couldn't reach it. It had barely scratched her, but Luca could feel the poison burning along her forarm and her pinky finger was feeling quite peculiar.

Pick came from the sky and landed on the ground just in front of the half elf. She scratched at the ground with powerful talons, upturning the soil more with each stroke.

"No I'm fine" she replied quietly "Go find me a wet rag" she said simply and gestured to Fflewdur. Without another word, the crimson eagle flew off.



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« Reply #41 on: December 11, 2003, 08:55:22 PM »

OOC: Just one thing, Sable has finished three rangers, two with the throwing knives and another one with the sword (the one he's going to use as a shield hehe)

The red fog that clouded Sable's eyes disappeared slowly. The orcs become armed men, and Ilthala was substituted by Tierria, collapsed in the floor with a hit in her head. There were five men between them, two of them fighting with a woman he had seen in the hut, and three more approaching him, two with the bows ready. The pain burnt his left arm, and hardly could hold the dagger.

Meanwhile, a deafening group of mounted soldiers charged against the ones who were still fighting in from of the cottage. Hoping the could resist, he decided it was time to finish this off for once and all. His sword was still thrust in the archer he has killed, so he crouched a bit and tried to lift it with the shoulder and the weapon, so he stand between the archers and him.

He charged, hearing two thud when the arrows sank in the body of his shield He hurled himself against the swordsman, and in the last second he pushed the corpse so he was knocked down. without time to finish him, he turn back to fight the other two, who now had sword in their hands. none of them seemed pretty good with them, and in normal circumstances he would have take care of them swiftly, but now Sable had an arm unusable and the blood loss was making him slow. They interchanged some strikes and he made some superficial wounds, but he couldn't take advantage of the openings in their defense and slowly they were beating him. In desperation, he made a wide sweep with the sable to distract them, and then run toward one and kicked him strongly in the knee. It was a pretty dirty trick but in that moment he wasn't dueling for sport, that was kill or get killed. the man felt to the ground, with a leg unable to stand his own weight, and Sable thrust him in the neck.

But the other was too fast, and charged Sable before he could recover. He lost the sword and the two felt, with the man on top. He tried to hit him in the head, but Sable grabbed his arm with his good hand, and stopped the blow. But the advantage was in the ranger's side, as he had two arms to push, and slowly the sword got nearer and nearer to the warrior's head

Seeing he couldn't resist much more, he changed tactic: he pulled the sword toward him, but deflecting it a bit to the right, while putting his head a bit aside to the left. the sword crashed with the ground, and Sable punched him in the nose, making him get back, although still above him. With pain twisting his face, he broke the arrow in his shoulder and thrust it in the eye of his enemy, who felt down, dead.

Sable was still in the ground, moaning in pain, when he feel something blocking the sun. it was the third warrior against he had been fighting, who finally had manage to get rid of the body. He smile from his heights, and he was too tired to do any try of defense. So he stayed there, looking at his eyes, waiting for him to deal the final blow.

That blow never arrived, as the ranged suddenly find himself with the point of a sword showing in his breast. He felt down, and at his back appeared the woman he had saw before, with a cut in her forehead but well, smiling while he kneel down at his side

Are you okay? - said Julia

Sable, "There is a time you can only flee forwards"

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« Reply #42 on: December 12, 2003, 03:59:22 AM »

Severine walked past the dead bodies of the Redmarks, wondering where Phiona and Tierria had gone to. He was slowly recovering from his blood lust that was becoming stronger as time went on. Now was not the time to become like the madmen that he was fighting. A loud cry coming from a horse interupted his thoughts. Severine turned around to see men riding on horse, wielding spears and lances.

Cursing under his breath, Severine ran towards the men determined not to lose. Rolling past a calvery man who thrusted his lance, Severine threw his second throwing knife at the man's neck, making him fall off. As soon as the man slowly got to his feet, Severine ran behind him and put his blade through his enemy, and pulled out. That was one down.
As soon as he turned his head, Severine almost got hit buy a flying spear. Luckily for him, he quickly side stepped. The man got off his horse and engaged Severine in sword combat, which Severine accepted. Unforunately for the Shendar, he didn't notice a Death Rider riding towards him in the distance.

"Once again, the lone soldier walks off into the sunset..." -Anonymous

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« Reply #43 on: December 12, 2003, 04:21:22 AM »

"Lady Tierria? Lady Tierria?"

Tierria awakened with the headache of a lifetime to the sound of Ceasar's voice. He helped the woman sit up as she blinked a few times, looking over at the scene around her. Dead bodies was lying around her, and Phiona was missing. Tierria sprang to her feet, feeling that the worst happened to her. Due to her dizziness, Tierria almost lost her balance, but was held by the bodyguard of Ceasar's that was still alive.

Tierria looked up at Ceasar and asked desparately "What happened!?"

"Phiona was taken by the leader of these...scum." Ceasar made a face when talking about the men that threatened his live.

"Taken!? No...don't tell me they're taking her back to the base!? Back to that man who tormented that poor woman's life!?" Tierria literally grabbed Ceasar's shirtand shook him, tears streaming down her face.

Karla gently pulled the girl away, and held her in her arms. "Don't worry my dear, we'll get her back. But right now, we'll need to regroup withg the others. Hopefully they were successful in stopping the Redmarks..." Doubt lingered in the woman's voice.

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« Reply #44 on: December 12, 2003, 04:37:22 AM »

Ripp sat impatiently at the table with Eryk, Penrith, and Gromelson and his crew. The group was getting to know each other for a bit, and now was trying to think of a way to get pass the gaurds without causing much of a disturbance. They knew they could take on the guards near the inn, but there was more that would have to be dealt with. Ripp sighed in frustration, butt hen soon came up with an idea. The window in Severine's window was close to the roof so he could climb up it. There, he could try and get a good look where everyone might be.

"Excuse me gentlemen," said Ripp, standing up. "I think I just might have a plan that could help us alittle."

Ripp Dide...you're a genius.

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