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| [Hounds] Paranoia; Silver Hounds Guild Mission (Sign-Ups Only) | |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Sat Jul 16, 2011 3:14 pm Post #1 |
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As one of the more remote and expensive places to live, the Vesani Cliffs were sometimes lauded as "the jewel of Cascadia." Gorgeous twisting trees grew from vertical faces of rock, bearing flowering vines so long that they faded into the mist below. The inner section of the neighborhood was dotted with the occasional property, but its landscaped and brick-lined roads eventually led out to the edge of Cascadia's mainland. These were the true Vesani Cliffs: humongous pieces of earth floating vertically nearby, only lashed to the city's main body via a network of shaky bridges dangling over the white abyss. Waterfalls flowed down these monoliths in elaborate patterns, outlining the sharp drops that gave the Cliffs their name. Thakis' house, a small stone structure, was built on the top of one of the more remote islands. Ozan looked out the window as he sipped on his tea. "Is that a stable out there? What kind of animals do you have?" "I raise hippogryphs, mostly," the Captain of the Guard answered, seated at her kitchen table. "Four breeding pairs and a couple babies. They're a lot more docile than gryphons, so I lend them out to people who have trouble reaching me. This place is a nightmare to get to on foot." Ozan winced a little. "Yeah, I saw that on the ride here." The journey to this place on foot would have been a marathon. The bridge linking Thakis' house with the nearest island was one of the longest ones in the entire neighborhood -- and probably the most poorly constructed. After surviving that harrowing experience, a foot traveler would then have to hike over a mile up the endless switchbacks that snaked around the outside of the entire cliff-island. It just wasn't worth it when one could simply fly there. Everything shook. A sudden, tremendous impact broke through the silence -- and Ozan's thoughts -- as something massive smashed into the roof. Ozan wasted no time. Setting his tea down on the windowsill, he rushed to the front door and picked up the heavy mace that was leaning against the wall nearby. Thakis had already disappeared downstairs to get her armor and weapons as well. A colossus loomed high above Ozan when he stepped outside. The airship that was descending from the clouds was truly massive. It had to be hundreds of feet in length, with a complex array of sails, multiple pairs of flapping canvas wings, and two huge air sacs to stabilize it. The timing of Ozan's emergence outside allowed him to witness the bottom decks of the ship open up, pouring out a swarm of mounted soldiers. Catapults on the deck sent more balls of lead flying through the air, striking the side of the floating cliff-island or the house itself. Thankfully, each impact on the house caused magic to ripple harmlessly across the walls, showing that Thakis' magical barrier was working. Ozan clambered back inside, unable to truly do anything at this point. "It's an airship!" Ozan called down at his client. "The biggest one I've ever seen! It just sent an entire unit of soldiers towards us! Didn't you say they were going to attack three days from now?" Thakis, now in her chainmail, cursed under her breath as she walked back up the stairs. "It's the battleship Longsword. One of Cascadia's noble families is paranoid enough to fund its own private army, and that one is its flagship." "The other Hounds won't be here for a few hours, yet -- I told them to report here this morning." "Then let's hope they see the enemies in the air before they fly blindly into the Vesani Cliffs, hmm?" Thakis was already getting to work pushing heavy furniture in front of the doors and otherwise preparing things. Ozan also got to work helping out. Even though he and his client were going to be trapped here for a while, the anti-mage didn't envy his men, who would be forced to make the journey on foot while mounted soldiers bear down on them. "Why are they sending a battleship after you? You're just one person!" Ozan asked through the chaos. A grin crossed Thakis' features. "I have a nickname," she answered. "Thakis the Unstoppable. I guess they really took it to heart."
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| Auron DeBrouchet | Sat Jul 16, 2011 5:05 pm Post #2 |
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It felt as if he hadn't slept in ages. Auron lay in his bed in the Cascadia inn, staring blankly at the ceiling above, studying the rafters. It was the third night of this, being unable to get any rest, too troubled by the events in his own mind and soul to allow himself to take leave of his senses. Sitting up, He tried once more to meditate, closing his eyes and folding his legs beneath him to concentrate. He compartmentalized his mind, slowly pushing away every thought and trouble. As he tried to ouch on one section of thought, however, he felt himself falling, jerking him out of his meditation. The istani felt fury fill him to bursting, standing, taking up the bed-table in one hand, and launching it across the room with a shout. Panting, the fighter drew his blade from its sheath on the desk, spinning and slashing at the bedcovers. His rage built up as he went on, infuriated further by a wood chip flying out and striking his face. Lifting his sword, he spun it into a backhanded grip and drove it point-first through the bed, frame, and two inches into the timbers beneath. Auron went limp, feeling unmotivated to move. Staring blankly around the room, he shook his head. It had been three days since he had slept, and he was losing himself. He was sliding back. Gripping his sword, he sighed, ripping it up in a shower of splinters and wool from the mattress. Approaching the desk, he sheathed his sword and tied it to his sash, fastening the cloth around his waist. Slipping into his boots, he checked to make sure the bag holding the remainder of his belongings was still securely tied at his waist. Producing several gold coins, he lay them on the shredded bed, exiting the room and heading downstairs. The bottom of the stairs brought him into the tavern section of the inn. He felt no hunger, and had sworn off all manner of alcohol. But what he needed at that moment was a good drink. The bartender looked up at him blankly, jerking his head at him. Auron felt a chill run down his spine as he ordered. “Rum, if you would. Just leave me the bottle.” The man produced a bottle of the dark amber liquid, setting next to it a small glass. Disregarding the glass, he gave the man two silvers and left the tavern. Walking with bottle in hand, he paid little mind to anything else, unconsciously going through the city to the quieter parts, approaching the bridges to the Vesani Cliffs. He had been ordered to report in several hours from now, but it wouldn't hurt to show up early. Opening the bottle, he began his way across the bridge. A whiff of the drink hit his nostrils, making his throat feel dry, parched. He swept away the hesitation to fall back into a ruinous addiction he'd forced himself from, but the urge not to drink proved the first urge he was able to ignore. The rum burned, but it burned so well. He felt the alcohol begin working at him from the first draw on the bottle, relaxing his thoughts and easing tense muscles. It wasn't until he was three-quarters along the bridge and over a third of the way through the bottle that he saw the ship descend. Cursing, he lifted the rum sadly, took one last drink, and threw it off the side, trying not to think about it. When this was all over, he'd find himself another bottle. Or two. The first blow on the house scared him some. The house was under siege. Auron hurried as quickly as the alcohol would allow him, balance slightly thrown off. Holding onto the railing, he pulled himself along the rest of the way, onto the floating island. Glancing back, he saw the soldiers approaching swiftly. Cursing, Auron closed his eyes. “Spirits grant me speed” He felt the magic course through his body, bonding souls to him. His head cleared a small amount, enough to calculate where he had to run, and which route to take. Starting slow, he began sprinting, boosted strength adding to the boost in speed, propelling him across the land. He was breathing hard early into the run, head and heart beginning to pound in unison. The house came into sight minutes later. Out of breath, Auron turned the handle, pushing lightly. The door was jammed with something heavy. Pouring his enhanced strength into it, he began shifting the furniture behind it, enough to slip in and shut the door behind him. Getting behind the furniture he'd moved, he set about pushing it back into place. Exhausted physically, he sat, head lowered, bags under his eyes, overall a sad sight. “Here. I'm here.” He gasped between words for air. Leaning back against the wall, he cupped his hands, water springing into them from nowhere. He took long drinks, refilling before he was done. All the water, however, could not wash away the scent of rum on his breath. Sitting back, he felt the enchantment he'd placed on himself wear off. “The shields look like they could use a bit of a boost. Mind if I help? Could buy us a bit of time we don't currently have.” He offered. [OOC: Ancestor Spirit cast (speed boost),create water] |
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| Vyse | Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:19 pm Post #3 |
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Vyse had ordered an airship his company owned to take him to Thakis' home, he wanted to get there early, Umbriel was resting on the deck, sunbathing and purring as the occasional sailor scratched her ears or pet her. He smirked, it should be a lazy day, it was his first day off in a while, he had Qadaj handling business while he was gone, being a Silver Hound was more important then figuring out the distribution of our excess money after payments, he would let Qadaj handle that, he himself would have probably just built a house, Qadaj though will wise invest their money into expanding their company and goods. Vyse saw an abnormally large ship... why was something like that out here, they were still to close to start any kind of airship combat maneuvers. He questioned this for only a second, until he saw it open fire onto Thakis' home, he saw them and readied his course of action, "Full speed ahead! We don't have any weapons in this merchant craft, so be ready for evasive maneuvers, get me near Thakis' home, close enough for me and Umbriel can jump onto it safely! Go in low and keep your weapons loose, they have flying mounts to attack us with, lets get moving people!" He drew two of his own blades, his cutlass, Blitz, and his broadsword, Niteo. A few of the soldiers on flying mounts dive down, their weapons raised to attack him and his men. Vyse grinned, Niteo's enchantment would do the rest, they stopped before attacking, instead they asked who they were, "Halt! You're entering a restricted area, turn back and we won't have to kill you!" Of course, orders were absolute to soldiers, even if Niteo made them do good deeds, the men weren't evil, just soldiers doing their job, causing Niteo's more mind affecting ability to not take place. Vyse smiled, "Of course, the ship will turn back... after I have gotten to Thakis." He raised his blade, a few of the sailors taking out crossbows, loading with a single bolt, firing them into the crowd of winged mounts, killing a few and wounding others. What was left started attacking them, doing dive bomb tactics to try and swoop down and carry them over the ledge or knock them over, some of them had spears to impale them. Vyse looked on, they were killing more soldiers and still moving at the same pace, the fools were only attacking them and not the sails, good enough. He looked to the side, a rickety bridge was a short hop away, Umbriel would break it easily if they jumped, they'd have to keep on fighting. He raised his own blades and roared, leaping onto Umbriel's back, he started to fight, using his superior skill and sword speed to hack away at passing flying soldiers, his blades moving quickly as he fought, instead of killing the men though he aimed for the saddle straps, cleaving them apart as they passed. The ship was moving closer and closer, he had cut the saddle straps of several enemies though most of his sailors were now dead, he growled, this wasn't good, at this rate they would be killed off before they got close to land. He saw another charging him, his armor was slightly fancier then the rest, the leader perhaps, that was good, he readied himself, blocking his strike with one blade and cutting the beast open from below with his cutlass, the sound of thunder echoing around the ship. His men were stunned for a moment, though so were his enemies, they fell for a bit before regaining their senses. He saw a few of them start to retreat, the others were deaf and assumed a retreat was called, they started to fly towards the ship, this was good, they would make it. They weren't to much higher then the island and not to far, he smirked, urging Umbriel to charge over the ship, leaping the gap in a single bound, landing on the island she kept on running. Vyse turned and saw his ship go down lower and start to move away, he'd have to send care packages to the families that just lost sons and husbands. He grimaced, he'd better do his job well then, he hopped off Umbriel and ran inside, yelling at the top of his lungs as he entered, "Vyse Noclan, Silver Hound reporting for duty!" He breathed slowly, catching his breath, the battle before hand had tired him a bit, though he was quickly regaining his stamina, he'd need to so he could follow orders. ((OOC:Used Hew to cut apart saddles, I have haste while mounted allowing me to move faster then the mounted units, and I used Niteo's effect of forcing people to do good deeds to get a warning first allowing his crew to sneak attack the enemy.)) |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:15 pm Post #4 |
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Ezekial had received a message from an old friend that a certain group of people had requested his assistance, the Silver Hounds. It did not take him long to remember these people, he approved of their actions, and had been involved with them some time before, although the particulars of that occasion evaded his considerable memory. For this assistance, he had returned to Cascadia, and had moved towards the Vesani Cliffs. He was cautious of this request; it had been quite a while since he had been involved with the Silver Hounds, and although he did not expect it, he had a way of gathering enemies as well as friends. At this point in time, he stood in a patch of forest on the outskirts of the cliffs, having previously received a ride from another old friend who had lent him the use of his pegasus, who had taken a liking to the old priest a while before, although their relationship was not the best to begin with. In this little patch of forest, the old man kneeled down, looking at the house that he would be going to. There was quite a bit of open ground to cover to get to the large building, but he was confident that he would be safe. On one shoulder perched a macaw, with brilliant plumage in dark purple and blue, with highlights of bright white. This macaw was a trained messenger named Inti, and he was very smart, albeit not as intelligent as a person. On a large branch above him was another bird, a thunderbird with a wingspan greater than the arm span of Ezekial himself. This bird was named Susanowo, and he had very good eyes, although he was cautious now, being able to feel a tension in the air. Ezekial was anxious as well, and knew the reason why when he saw a huge flying warship pass overhead. He swore under his breath, and began to rise when he saw flying mount leap off of the side and take up positions around the island, squads of two or three roaming about. He took pause, and jumped out of the patch, shouting, "Inti, Susa-kun! Come!" Inti left the old elf's shoulder and took flight, long tail feathers trailing behind him. Susanowo, the thunderbird, left his branch and followed, cawing loudly at the mounted soldiers to scare them off. It did not work. A squad of two swooped down, spears set to skewer the old man and his companions. Susanowo shifted course and cawed loudly again, lightning streaking towards one soldier, Inti swooping down to claw at the other. The two soldiers fell from their mounts, one of which flew back to the ship, and the other fell to the ground from the lightning strike so close to it. It plowed into the ground, stunned for a second, which gave Ezekial a chance to commandeer it. When he leaped upon its back, it reared wildly, trying to shake off the thing that was not its master. Ezekial, almost by sheer luck, remained on its back, and the being eventually settled down, deciding to submit to this person's control after it had ignored its actions so easily, at least, that was how it appeared to it. It was not a very smart animal. Ezekial took the reins of the flying beast, and turned it towards the house. When he looked back, he noticed that he had attracted the attention of another squad, but fortunately they did not possess ranged weapons. He spurred on the creature, and outran them in time, Susanowo and Inti just barely remaining in stride. He caused the great beast to land near the stone house, although when it had neared the ground it bucked strongly, throwing Ezekial from the saddle, and flew back to the ship. Fortunately, the height was not great, so he was not harmed overly much. The two birds landed next to him, Inti obviously concerned, and Susanowo was as well, although he was more aloof about it. The old priest shook Inti away, and got up, groaning as he did so. He realized why he didn't do this sort of things, and muttered under his breath about how he was too old for this. He, followed closely by the two birds, entered through the magical shield, and he felt a wave pass through him that made him involuntarily draw breath. No matter how many times he did that, it never got any less surprising. He entered through a side door quietly, placing his hand on his katana to wield, and felt the shift in weight as his silver compass, a trinket from his previous work with the Hounds, shifted in a pocket hidden in his sleeve. Rather than take his cloak, which would hamper his movements, he had decided to bring the compass as a show of his membership. He heard a shout from somewhere else in the house, and smiled when he recognized it. You're just everywhere, aren't you? He moved quickly now, and saw the three people, a tall man, a woman, and another man. He recognized the woman as a leader of the city guard or some such, and the tall man as the leader of the Silver Hounds. He took his hand from his sword, stood straight, and bowed deeply. The macaw made a passable bow from the neck, and the large thunderbird stood aloof. The old priest righted himself, and said, "Ezekial Smith, ready and waiting." |
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| Ash | Sat Jul 23, 2011 3:09 am Post #5 |
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Ashta was still holding the bit of paper in her hand as she sat in her Magical Sleigh as it moved around the edge of the city. She was not sure where she was going exactly. So many places in this world she had no idea they existed. She felt like she needed to take a year long class on simply the geography of Imythess. She came across a few things tat could have been cliffs, but she didn't find what she was looking for. Even though she had left early to find her way, she was worried she was now going to be late. Directions were of little help as she didn't recognize any of the other locations either. She folded the paper back up and put away, raising to her feet as she did so. She looked around and then closed her eyes for a moment as she cast farsight to gain a better idea of where she was. It wasn't until then that she realized there was a bit of trouble up ahead. She leaned forward, hands gripping the rail at the front of the sleigh. She was late! Bless it! She commanded the magical sleigh to move faster. However, the attack had already started. She was too far... way too far. She readied her crossbow anyway and held it at the ready. Closer... almost... She loosed her bolt, aiming for the wing of their mounts. The first bolt hit, forcing the mount to land rather badly on a floating island. She drew back another bolt, the shot easier now that she had been seen. The second mount was hit too close to it's side and she was concerned she may have punctured a lung. Not her goal, not yet at least. Annoyed she watched the beast fall. It's rider managed to catch itself on a bridge but it seem the mount was not going to live at all. Now even more annoyed then she was to begin with, she didn't bother with another bolt. From out here she was not going to be of any use to the Silver Hounds. She turned to place her free hand on a magic sigil and said the magic word. The sleigh vanished and a marked paper was in her hand. However, she had lost her transportation before reaching land. The diving foes were not expecting it. Ashta was though. She needed to reach the others. She felt the spell move through her and she felt her body vanish as well. No doubt they would figure it was an illusion. She used her gaseous form to make up for the lost time, flying through the air as air was much faster. She made it to the house. She had been about to take her own form back again when a stone flew through her body. As only air, she was unharmed, but it startled her enough to make her decide that her own form would be a bad idea here. She moved inside as air instead and let herself regain her physical form inside. As she materialized she dipped her head in apology to those already there, placing her hand over her hart as she spoke. "Sahar Ashta'yazata as requested. I am sorry I am late." Although she was not truly late, because the fighting had already started she felt she was. Keeping an accurate time was difficult in this world. |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Sun Jul 24, 2011 4:20 pm Post #6 |
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The front door buckled with repeated impacts. Ozan, who had just managed to secure his armor plates with the help of Thakis, gently pushed aside a window drape to see who was responsible. "Ah, DeBrouchet." He and Thakis hurried to the furniture and other barriers they had set up in front of the door, removing them enough so that the Istani could enter. The trip had obviously taken a toll on the poor man. "You look like hell, friend," Ozan commented, patting him on the back to urge him further inside. After he recovered with a few drinks and splashes of water to the face, Auron offered to strengthen the magical barrier around the house. "Yes, anything you can do," Thakis answered, approaching to offer a handshake. "A pleasure to meet you, DeBrouchet." She looked like she was going to say something further, but backed off to continue her own work. She must have figured that it would waste time to ask to see the compasses of everyone who arrived here. Not even ten minutes later, the door practically burst open; both Ozan and Thakis flinched. Upon realizing the so-called invader's identity, though, the anti-mage gave a hearty laugh behind his helm. "Quite the entrance, Noclan!" He offered to shake his hand firmly in greeting. "I'm afraid neither of you can afford any more time to rest, though. DeBrouchet, get to work on the barrier. Noclan, I need you back outside. Keep the soldiers from landing and surrounding the house, and make sure they don't hurt DeBrouchet or ruin his concentration." As they moved back outside, Ozan reached to catch Auron by the arm when he passed by. "Is that... is that alcohol on your breath?" His voice was low, so as to not catch the attention of Thakis, but his complete astonishment still came through. The anti-mage briefly glanced back at the Captain, then leaned closer to the Istani so he could lower his voice to a faint whisper. "You are a member of a prestigious organization. Every mistake puts our reputation on the line. Regardless, you are endangering people's lives by showing up this way." Ozan straightened, scowling under his helmet. "Go. I'll figure something out for you later." By the time Ozan turned to assist Thakis, he realized she was already speaking to the third Hound to arrive, giving her usual introduction and handshake. "Thanks for arriving so promptly, Smith," Ozan said. "Ozan, we need someone out back, by the stables," Thakis told him. "They might try to strand us by killing all my hippogryphs." The anti-mage nodded, regarding Ezekial. "You heard her. Those animals will be key." The inside of the house became quiet again, save for the occasional loud impact of a cannonball on the roof. Ozan pushed the fortifications back over the doors, giving the Captain an overview of his plans as he worked. "We're going to push against them from all directions, reclaiming all the territory we've lost. First we'll take back the lawn; then the air; then we'll take the fight to the Longsword itself." "Simple and clean," Thakis laughed. "You seriously think we can destroy a battleship with only a few soldiers?" She must have thought they were crazy. Ozan shrugged. "It's the only way to prevent this from happening again." A voice from behind them apologized for her lateness. Ozan turned just in time to see Sahar materialize in the house. "Ah, you're actually quite on time, Ashta'yazata! We're simply glad you made it here alive. No time for chit-chat, though. We need you to help take back the ground around the house. Go out to the back and help Ezekial Smith protect the stables. When you've got a foothold, I need one of you to saddle up the adult hippogryphs and lead them out here."
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| Auron DeBrouchet | Sun Jul 24, 2011 5:38 pm Post #7 |
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Auron nodded to Ozan's query. “A bit, yeah. Wasn't quite expecting to need my wits quite yet. Can't expect the other side to keep to a schedule though, can you?” His temper was rising, losing his grip on emotion. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. “Apologies. I understand, sir.” He attempted to keep the spite out of his tone, but couldn't be sure none slipped through anyway. Approaching the wall of the home, he placed a hand on it, picturing the wall as a physical representation of a barrier, reaching out his senses to find it. Strangely enough, he could not pinpoint the type of magic he was looking for. Nonetheless, he found a large spell surrounding the home. Focusing his thoughts as much as he could through the haze of drink, his brow wrinkled, a bead of sweat forming as he reached for a power he could not find within himself. Cursing under his breath, hoping nobody noticed how hard pressed he was to complete the task, he reached deeper. His concentration broke and thoughts scattered, vision going black as if he'd been sitting and stood too fast. Shaking his head, he reached to the pouch on his hip, drawing the curved black blade from its impossibly shallow depths. Gripping it in his right hand, he focused his thoughts in a conduit through it, reaching deep into his own soul. There he found a well of strength, tainted with something, but strength nonetheless. Pouring what little he could muster into the spell, he watched as the visible effects of the shield itself darkened, taking on a black tint. Drained, he turned his focus away from the magic to find everyone about their business. A little lightheaded, Auron rubbed his temples and took assessment of the situation. He'd done what little he could for the shield, even with a bit of flavoring to it. Ozan had not specifically given him a task to complete when he'd finished, but he doubted the man would appreciate him sitting around the inside of the house twiddling his thumbs while everyone else fought. He was already in hot water with the captain, no sense in further instigating the man. A glance out the front window revealed soldiers on the lawn, being dealt with, but soldiers on the lawn regardless. Glancing about the room, he decided on a course of action. Dashing to a side door, he shifted objects just enough to be able to fit into the space, slipping out and around the house to the front to join Vyse. Coming around the corner of the house, he rushed to the front door, where two soldiers were approaching. Pulling his mask from his robes with a free hand, he placed it to his face, the metal holding itself there securely. Dashing to intercept the two men, he felt the blood beginning to rush in his veins, adrenaline clearing the clouds in his mind. Slapping away the first soldier's blade with his blade, he gripped the soldier by the face in passing with his left hand, the sigil there flaring. The front of his skull shattered, features melting grotesquely as the bone supporting them did so no longer. Lifting his scimitar, he sliced the second soldier's wrist with an upward slice, following through with an arc of the blade ending up burying steel in his hamstring. Lifting a foot, he kicked the center of the man's back with the flat of his bared foot, his victim's head whipping back with the strike. Both of the men lay on the ground, the second writhing and out of breath, the first making muffled sounds through his collapsed face. Standing over each, he sliced their throats with the tip of his blade. Auron became aware of his situation, standing over the two men, breathing hard and blade bloodied. The last he'd been so efficient in a battle had been years ago, wearing this very mask, but to an all-too-different mindset. Now he almost felt sickened by what he had just done, after the surge of motion. The familiarity of battle was returning. Snapping from his blood-soaked daze, he returned his focus to the task at hand. Eliminate the opposition. Something he could work with. Rushing to the front yard, he searched for his friend. “Here to help.” |
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| Vyse | Sun Jul 24, 2011 6:24 pm Post #8 |
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Vyse smiled, "Ozan, it's good to see you again, when the mission ends drinks are on me." He nodded to Zeke and tapped Auron on the shoulder, he gave a short bow to Ash as he ran out to the yard. He saw soldiers already making for the door, he bark out his orders to Umbriel, "Umbriel. Come!" The Dire Tigress leaps out from the shadow of the house where she had been resting, running to Vyse she slowed down, allowing him to leap up, grabbing her armor to send him into the saddle. Vyse smirked, Umbriel sped up, the open ground was his perfect battlefield, though he would not take any chances, it was time to go full force. He let his extra arms unfold from his hidden pocket, out of the slits in the sides of his vest, drawing his final two blades, he felt his blood pumping, he made sure his helmet was on tight... good, everything was ready. He simply trampled over the first five troops, his blades singing out their siren song, leading all who listen to their death. He felt the movements of Umbriel, the twists and turns and leaned along with her, keeping her movements stable as she constantly clawed and bashed away at enemies, this was all to easy. He saw the flash of steel as two men charged past him just out of reach of his blades, he grimaced, he needed to turn around quickly... then his grimace turned to a smirk, Auron was there to greet them, he called out, "Guard the door for me! I'm going to go wild!" He let loose, the smell of blood and his own willingness allowed the bloodwrath to take hold. He roared, his own beastial cry overpowering the clatter of armor and Umbriel's growling. Explosions ringing in the background as a few projectiles landed. He could feel the shockwave from the blasts, he would need to be more careful... if he cared, with the bloodwrath surging through him he didn't. He kept on fighting and roaring out his battle cry, "None can kill the Noclan! For the Hooooouuunds!" He felt the sting of a crossbow bolt graze his cheek, he looked up at a few flying enemies, he couldn't kill those... right now. He looked around, greeted by an explosion, of course. He looked at the corpses from both his blades and the explosions, he was making ammunition. He hopped off Umbriel, "Continue batting them around!" Umbriel replied, roaring as her paw's crushed the enemies or batted them away, she was a magnificent killing machine. He sheathed his blades, grabbing the nearest corpse he spun around, whipping it at the flying foes, he frowned, corpses were not nearly as aerodynamic as he wished. He put all of his power into throwing them from then on, just trying to keep the flying units from hovering in place, allowing them to get easy shots off at him. He smiled, his fifth corpse he threw dismounted one of them, he needed more corpses to throw. He was thrown forward, an explosion happening nearby him, that blasted ship needed to be taken down, where was a boulder when he needed one. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sun Jul 24, 2011 11:42 pm Post #9 |
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Ezekial noticed the woman appear nearby, and his hand went to his sword as a reflex, but did no more. Looking at the woman, he doubted at first her strength, as she was thin, but he remembered that the girl Rin had been in a similar way, and yet had been a fierce fighter. He would have to see the work of this woman before he could say much more than that. He was greeted by a woman, apparently their client. He shook her hand, and was surprised by the sudden vise-like grip she maintained, although he did not show it much. He looked at Inti, and said to him, "Inti, stay here. If they ask you to, listen to their message." The big macaw nodded his head, but Ezekial could not be sure that it was a signal of understanding. Hopefully it would be alright. The thunderbird, about the size of a golden eagle, would be a harder problem to solve. The old priest drew back his left sleeve, revealing a glove of dark brown leather in the style of a falconer's glove. He tied back the sleeve, and kneeled next to the thunderbird, whistling for him to step onto the glove. With that task finished, he lifted the bird and stood, facing the others. He nodded, hearing his orders, and turned to the woman next to him. "Ashta'yazata, was it? I apologize that there is no time for a proper introduction, but we must work quickly. I am Ezekial, this is Susanowo. The macaw up there is Inti, but I doubt that we should have much use for him. Now, let us move, there's much work to do." The old priest walked briskly through a series of doors, towards the sounds of shrieking hippogryffs, moving to the back of the house, not looking back to see if the woman was following him. He exited through a large wooden door, reinforced with horizontal iron fittings, tilting sideways to accommodate the thunderbird. Now on the outside, he threw the eagle into the air, shouting for it to attack the enemies. It took off to attack the incoming group of five soldiers, wearing sturdy leather armor with an iron breastplate. They wore swords at their sides, and rode various flying mounts, some riding equines and some avians. The thunderbird flew to the man taking point, and slamming into his head from the side, nearly tipping him off of his pegasus. Although he was not felled, he did suffer nasty gashes to his face, and he would certainly have a piercing headache from the impact of a nearly ten pound eagle slamming into his temple. The man drew his sword, but the eagle had already flown away, to gather momentum for a second attack. Then, there was a crack, and a small iron ball shot past Susanowo, just barely missing hitting his tail feathers. On the ground, Ezekial heard more iron shot slam into the ground near him, although there had only been one shot fired. Realizing what was fired, he swore loudly. Bird shot... "Susa-kun! Get back here! It's too dangerous!" Not fully understanding why, the bird flew back, avoiding a fire of shot that would have killed him had he not moved out of the way. The priest held out his hand, and the bird latched on to it, nearly toppling the old man over. Ezekial threw the bird back into the house, realizing that this shot was too dangerous to have the bird out in. For better or for worse, he would have to keep the bird inside for now. Turning his gaze to the incoming fighters, he charged forward without drawing his sword, waiting for the first man to land, and draw his sword to cut him down as he ran forward. The lead man did so, but did not expect for his sword to be grabbed easily and his body wrenched from the saddle, and a wakizashi pulled out, the point plunging itself into the center of his chest, piercing his heart. The priest wiped the blade clean on the dead man's clothes, sheathed it, and looked up to see four more men land, this time dismounting to avoid being dragged off of their mounts and killed before the others could react. The old man threw out a hand, whispering an incantation, and a rolling sphere of flame shot out from in front of it, catching a man who had just landed on the ground full on. He died quickly, just barely drawing his sword, and fell to the ground, the fire dissipating. Along the side of the house, three more men landed, for a total of six soldiers who would try to charge the stables. It would not be so easy to defeat them now, but he would not allow them to pass, and his drawing of his katana made that clear to the soldiers. |
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| Ash | Fri Jul 29, 2011 8:44 pm Post #10 |
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Ashta smiled when he made the very common mistake of switching her name once more. For her kind family was always more important then self. Sahar was, in essence, her family name, commonly used as a last name in Imythess. Ashta'yazata was not her last name or family name, but her own personal name and legal rank. She had however forgotten to put as much on the paperwork when she signed up for this job. She would have to make a correction for it later on. Perhaps she should rewrite her name after Imythess custom. But it did feel wrong to do so... "Ashta Sahar" sounded to her like it was self righteous and haughty. Perhaps she could write it as "Sahar, Ashta". She had seen a few places where it was written like that. It seemed better that way. For now she would ignore the error. She could have it corrected when the battle was over. "It's not Ashta'yazata. Please call me Ash." She said to the man next to her, Ezekial, before he started off. Ash took a moment to glance around and was able to identify the insignia of the guard. The men she saw earlier were not wearing the same insignia. That meant... she smiled to herself and followed Ezekial out. These men were not the ones Thakis had been originally concerned about. Those were the men she was not supposed to kill. These ones however... Ash had kept her farsight spell active and used it now to get a better view of what was happening. She saw men landing and fire being used and both living and non-living things flying through the air. She decided that she could use a spell she had not been given a chance to use in Imythess as of yet. She lept up and got on the roof of Thakis' house. She made a note of where the others were and their pets before setting her gaze on the large ship in the air. That was her main target at the moment. She started to cast her spell. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. The very air ignited in bright orange and yellow fire. Gaps in the flame, like bubbles were formed around Ash's allies to prevent them from being injured. Screams of both man and beast filled the air as the firestorm burned. Again she counted. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. The flames vanished as quickly as they had come. She had to conserve her magic and if she let it burn too long it would consume all of the oxygen in the air and cause even her allies to black out. The flames were not enough to turn anything into cinders, but things had caught fire. Fur and feathers singed and beasts panicking and fleeing while their riders either fell or were brought with the fleeing beasts as they tried to put out their burning clothing or any wood that caught aflame (bows, spears, clubs, etc.) She had gotten nearly all the men in the air above the island and a few who had managed to land. She was a little disappointed that she had been unable to reach the main body of the ship. She would have to go closer to do damage. She jumped off the roof, over the men Ezekial had seen land next too the house. She knocked the furthest of the three off his mount as part of the jump and grabbed the mount's reins. She stuck the beasts rump with the flat of her hand while holding the reins tight and the creature bulked, trying to move away from her and crashing into mount next to it, which caused the second to run into the third before she dropped the reins of the first one. The man she had knocked over was getting up and she kicked his head and he went limp. Dead or unconscious, she didn't care. If he survived he might have a few answers. Turning to the others she made her hands into fists, which then caught fire. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. This would be fun.
The man on the second mount dismounted and tried to control his steed. The third dismounted as well but tossed his reins at the second man and swung a blade at Ashta. She dodged back out of the way, keeping one foot in place and leaning back, before gabbing at the man's face after the blade had passed. She grabbed his sword arm and pulled him over her foot, causing him to also crash into the ground. She then turned and kicked out at the last of the three standing, kicking him where she probably shouldn't. He made a squeek and fell, releasing both mounts. They took off. She knelt then, drawing a sigil on the ground next to the back corner of the house in cinders. As Ashta stood back a wall of fire formed between the stables and the ship.
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| Vyse | Fri Jul 29, 2011 9:45 pm Post #11 |
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He shook his head, dispelling the daze of his near death experience, he looked behind him and smirked, a metal ball. He grabbed it with his two right hands, searching for his next target. He saw one almost immediately, it was a small ship filled with soldiers, obviously landing to take care of himself and Auron, he looked back at Auron and shouted out, "If I hit that ship, drinks are on you once the mission is over! Deal?" He didn't wait for his response, he spun around while moving towards the ship, whipping the orb towards it, he frowned when it didn't go through the center and instead hit the tip of the small airship, shattering it and sending it into a slight spiral, good enough. He turned as he drew his four blades, he whistled for Umbriel as another metal ball slams into the ground nearby, he hoped Auron hadn't gotten hit... though no time to wait, Umbriel was already rushing to his side. He hopped onto her back as he started to slow down, calling her forward to run down his foes. His blades flashed as their enchantments activated, fire, ice, lightning, and holy power emanating from the blades, he charged on. His blades piercing chainmail, Umbriel's paws sending others flying, he let his blades sing the song of death as he dealt with five people at a time, his blades swinging and thrusting into body after body. He looked around to see the ship he damaged barely floating upwards toward them, it had to at least have thirty guards, that could be a problem. He saw a few people he hadn't killed rushing for the door that he had told Auron to block, hopefully Auron was still there and strong enough to take them down. He had Umbriel rush to where the last metal ball had landed, he dismounted and grabbed it, rushing towards them, he threw the ball with all of his might down towards them, they never stood a chance. The ball slammed through the mast and deck, the magical sail keeping it in the air falling towards the far off ground, along with the small boarding ship that it had been placed on. Vyse smiled as he patted Umbriel's side, his mission was complete. He turned to go report back Ozan, he needed to hear this, he tapped Auron on the shoulder as he walked by, "Let's go report back, we're done here." He walked back to the room Ozan was waiting with the captain, he smiled as he gave his report, "I can't stop the bombarding though I did stop a large number of soldiers from boarding the island. I also killed many of them with the help of Auron, not to mention that giant fire ball in the sky took down most of the fliers, I think we should go on the offensive. What do you think Ozan?" He waited for his orders, once given he would complete them to the best of his ability. |
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| Ezekial Smith | Sun Jul 31, 2011 2:56 pm Post #12 |
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When Ezekial moved forward to draw his sword into a quick draw, when the air around the five people was suddenly hot and stuffy. For a period of five seconds they looked up to see a raging cloud of flames burn, killing those riders still in the sky and burning them to nearly nothing. After five seconds, the flames vanished, and the fighting resumed. The four men had continued to look at the sky, a fatal mistake for one of them. Ezekial drew his sword and brought it down on the man's head, splitting the crown on the top, killing him. The man dropped and the other three drew their weapons, two crowding around one, who chastised them for it. He arrogantly claimed that this was just one old man, that he could slay the elf in his sleep and with one arm tied behind his back. While he was talking, Ezekial stalked up and made a slash at the man's neck, cutting through both his jugular vein and carotid artery. He clapped a hand to his bleeding neck and fell back, the blood spilling through his fingers. He was not dead yet, but he would be soon if he was not attended to soon. The other two became reckless in this realization and attacked the old man together. Ezekial attacked as well, cutting at the center of one as he raised his sword to strike. The other slashed at Ezekial while the first fell to the ground, and Ezekial jumped back from this attack, readying his blade. This battle would end quickly, Ezekial realized. He feinted to the man's leg, and as he moved to block the blow that would never come, Ezekial thrust the tip of his sword at the man's chest, the blade tipped horizontally to slide between his ribs. The man faltered at the strike, and Ezekial drew out the blade easily. The man stood, a hand over his wound, and aspirating blood, and Ezekial waited a beat before the man fell to the ground, unable to force himself to stand. He looked down, and saw the large pool of blood coming from each of the corpses. He began to kneel down to pray over their corpses when he heard a loud noise from the hippogryffs. He turned around and saw that fire had spread to one of the eaves of the stables. He swore loudly and rushed to the stables, being sure to sheath his sword after removing the blood from it. He burst open the door and saw eight hippogryffs standing in individual stalls. He moved to the first adult he saw and jumped over the door, moving to pick up the saddle blanket from the wall, and placed it on the hippogryff's back. He picked up the heavy saddle and placed that over the blanket, looping the ties around the animal's girth. He picked up the halter, a bit-less design adapted for hippogryffs and other animals who might bite the bit and harm themselves and it, and slipped it around the animal's face, tying it snugly and attaching the reins . He worked quickly to do the same to the other five adults, noticing while he worked that the fire was beginning to make itself seen on the inside of the stables. Soon he was finished, and he opened all of the gates, bringing the hippogryffs outside by the reins, and although he did not bind the infants, they stayed close by. Ezekial noticed that there were no other soldiers coming down to attack, and that the back area and sides were clear. He took the juveniles and hid them nearby the house. He grabbed the reins of the six hippogryffs and led them around to the front, noticing that by now the three men who had landed on the side had been dispatched by Ash. He quickly moved to near the door and tied the reins of the hippogryffs to hitching posts set up in front of the house. He entered through the front door, stood in front of Ozan, and said, "The task is completed. The mounts are waiting outside, and the rear and flank are clear of enemies." |
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| Auron DeBrouchet | Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:25 pm Post #13 |
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Auron smiled and shook his head at the man's all-too-enthusiastic attitude. The casual way he went about battle was more than a little disconcerting, but in a way reassuring. After all, he was no idiot, and must know what he was doing. From a healthy distance he admired Umbriel as the feline tore through the enemy, using every tool she had to survive. His attention whipped back to his present situation, just in time to notice his own doom-enriched situation. A metal ball had hit the shield, bouncing off and falling in his direction. Sidestepping, he placed a hand on the ball as it traveled, directing it further away from himself. “I suppose I owe you a drink, then?” He grimaced as four men charged the front door. Stepping out to meet them, he hefted his blade, gripping the hilt tight. He wouldn't be able to take four of them at once. Twisting his hind foot in the grass, he pushed forward, blocking and tackling the first man. The action knocked him just out of reach of the other three. Gripping the soldier's sword arm, his palm flashed with magic. Bones shattered under his grip. The soldier howled and Auron moved over him, standing upright. The three men moved in unison, swinging at his torso with sideways arcs, while the third thrust at chest-level. Auron dropped to the ground, swings passing over him. Thrusting his sword up and moving it to the side as the did so, he severed the hand thrusting the blade overhead. Blood spurted from the wound profusely, hand dropping to the ground. He merely stared at his new stump in disbelief. The Istani rolled backward and rose to meet the chop of a broadsword. Blades clashed and he shoved the other man away. The last was nowhere in sight. Turning around on instinct, he thrust his own blade to the dirt, trapping the low-flying blade between the grass and his cross guard. Standing, he lifted a leg and kicked out, catching the man in the nose. While he was occupied with him, the other free man took a lucky swing and sliced into Auron's side, blade bouncing off his ribcage as it cut through. Pain coursed through his body, but he endured, having experienced worse. Turning to face the man, Auron slapped away the next blow with his bare hand, striking his forearm, and turned into the next punch, striking the man in his diaphragm. He doubled over, dropping his sword. Bleeding a fair amount, Auron retrieved his blade, passing through and ending the stunned soldiers one by one with passing, near-careless slices of the throat. Looking about, he noted their battle's end. Nodding to Vyse's words, having no breath to respond with, he followed. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Auron addressed Ozan, eyes lowered. “The shied has been minimally reinforced, but enough to buy us some more time.” |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:07 am Post #14 |
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"...Yes," Ozan answered, lowering his mace. After spending so many minutes ready to break anyone who would breach the doors, Vyse and Auron's re-entrance put the captain at ease somewhat. "Yes. We will press the offensive soon." Thakis, who had been guarding the back door, also looked visibly relieved when Ezekial reported back a few minutes later. "Good work," said the anti-mage. Thakis nodded, hefting up her tall horseman's shield. "Outside, everyone. We ride." "Are you sure you want to throw yourself into the enemy's line of fire? The barrier has been strengthened." Ozan asked cautiously. Thakis just laughed. "I appreciate knowing my house might still be standing at the end of this, but I'm not some princess you need to lock away for her own protection. Let's go; we're wasting time." The battlefield outside was awe-inspiringly brutal -- almost apocalyptic. Corpses of man and beast, some eviscerated and others burned beyond identification, lay strewn all around the surface of the floating island. The ground was torn to pieces from repeated projectile impacts, and the stables were a great orange torch. Ozan just faintly heard Thakis utter a quiet, horrified, "My gods," as she mounted her own hippogryff. Digging her heels into its sides, the Captain of the Guard raised her shield to the storm and shot off into the air: one of the first to do so. Ozan's hippogryff, a bulky brown-striped individual, gave a shriek of protest when he approached and climbed onto its back. Gripping the reigns tightly, the anti-mage urged it on. It took off into a gallop, just narrowly missing a scattering burst of metal balls. Ozan ducked to avoid a flaming projectile careening a few feet over him. Flapping its powerful wings, the creature pushed off the edge of the floating island and took flight after Thakis.
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| Vyse | Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:46 am Post #15 |
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Vyse frowned, he would have to leave Umbriel behind, there was no way to bring her up with him and if he threw her she would die on the impact... he hugged her neck, "I'll be back soon Umbriel... don't leave the shield... you hear me?" She pawed at his arm and purred, nuzzling him before he had to let go. He took a young hippogryph, he was a trained rider and knew how to handle animals, the younger ones would be of no problem to him. He mounted the hippogryph, taking off immediately, this one was brown all over, except for the white feathers around it's legs, just like himself the little guy was eager to get going. He felt the rush of the wind... he would need to learn a spell so Umbriel can fly. A blazing inferno passed by them, forcing Vyse to fly to the side, swerving out of the way, he smirked calming the young hippogryph with a few se, lets see what this flying beast can do. He gripped it with his legs and drew four blades, Lita, Sopheur, Blitz, and finally Fenrir. Their enchants sparking to life as he took a longer route around, dealing with the last few flying foes, his blades flashing and arcing as he road his flying beast, though not as fluid or fast as Umbriel, he was still better then most though. After defeating a few enemies his hippogryph started to act up, that wasn't good, he would need to steer it as close as he could to the Longsword before dismounting. He did his best to keep his hippogryph calm, though his efforts were starting to fail, he had it climb higher into the sky, higher and higher, until he could see the Longsword's deck. Vyse smiled, he was so close, though a bolt whizzed by his head, reminding him that he was still to far away to keep calm, he dove down towards the foes, drawing their fire to allow his allies to land safer then his own, bolts entering the young hippogryph and Vyse as they crashed to the deck, the hippogryph mauling a man as it tried to get off the ship, gliding away, Vyse stood on the deck and roared, letting his fury loose as he ripped out three bolts from his stomach, he was going to become a deadly god of war soon, "Vyserial Noclan, on deck and beginning the assault!" He rushed forward, using the flat of his blades to break arms of archers, hoping to save his friends some trouble. |
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