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| Stealing from the Rich; [grp] Mistalee, Aiden | |
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| swordhunter | Mon Nov 5, 2012 10:04 am Post #1 |
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Aiden hunched over a small wall which guarded the town granary. The structure ringed the building with only two strong gates serving as points of entry. The walls, though rudimentary, were monitored with teams of well trained--and armored, in cases--guards raised from local communities or from mercenaries looking to gain quick gold. The elf was looking upon the elaborate system of defense put in place by the richer farmers of Heberen to protect their increasing stockpiles of grain. Unfortunately, their defenses were aimed at much more than just keeping the grain safe--it was a blatant attempt to deprive neighboring villages in a time of drought. And that was something Aiden simply couldn't stomach. Of course, the only way to infiltrate the place was to pose as someone willing to protect the stockpile...which was something else Aiden couldn't quite stomach very well. "Hey you!" a guard captain shouted from across the wall, breaking Aiden's train of thought. The captain waved his hands wildly as he approached the elf, generating the most exaggerated of eyerolls from Aiden. "Get back to your rotation!" "Of course sir," Aiden replied loudly, emphasizing his deference with an equally exaggerated bow. Snapping back to his feet, Aiden suddenly turned and ran towards the wallstairs, taking them three at a time before stopping at the wall's base, doing his best to stay out of view from the now completely baffled guard captain. "Bumbling idiot," the elf muttered, making sure he was out of reprimanding distance before stalking across the open area between the wall and the granary structure. Days of discrete reconnaissance had been incredibly useful, though not very helpful in practical terms. Getting any of the grain out would be an almost impossible job alone. The guards, though well trained, weren't really much of a threat. Their sheer number, however, would be a problem--even Aiden wasn't foolhardy enough to take on a few dozen trained and well paid men alone. I'll be honest, I never pegged you for the patient type, Eladrin taunted mentally, drawing an inadvertent smirk from Aiden in the process. It's really a habit I hope to break as soon as possible, came the elf's mental reply as he strode through the strong oak doors of the granary...and grimaced at the vast stores before his eyes. Four floors of grain were laid out before him, stretching up into the strong, wooden rafters as dozens of unarmed workers milled about, making sure that each batch of grain was ready for sale to the highest bidder. It was the very picture of greed. "Soon," Aiden muttered to himself, walking to his post with three other guards and adopting the same glowering look they were wearing in an attempt to be more intimidating. Only his was genuine. . . |
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| Mistalee | Tue Nov 6, 2012 9:18 pm Post #2 |
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Grain hoarders…that is what these men were. They were using their clout and status to gather up vast amounts of grain during this time of famine to turn a profit later. They had no concerns for the poor farmers had lost everything during the drought. The food needed to be distributed to everyone. She had gotten herself hired. The elf woman had started to get a little known around here as a bandit hunter, so getting hired was easy. Although the human guards here looked down upon her. They did not seem to like her because not only was she an elf, but she was a woman too. And the smart ones knew she was a better fighter than them, which just made them hate her more. The guard captain look towards her and barked an order at her. “Elf-girl! Over here!” She gave him a glare as she walked over. “I have a name you know…”she said in annoyance. “Yeah and I can’t speak your tongue twisting language, so its Elf-girl for you,” he said smugly. “You will go patrolling with that other elf over there. You elves should get along…same language…go do what you knife ears do best.” With that he waved her off. Her lip curled up in a silent snarl. She wished she could put an arrow into the annoying human. But know was not the time. She honestly did not mind humans, it was just the racist ones she hated. With a sigh, she turned and walked away towards the other elf pointed out to her. “Hello there,” she said to him. “I was told to go on patrol with you. Seems like these bigots don’t want to work with both an elf and a woman.” She really had wished that she could have done the patrol alone to look for what she needed to look for. She also hoped that this other elf would not inhibit her ability to open up the granary to those who needed the food the most. |
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| swordhunter | Thu Nov 8, 2012 5:30 pm Post #3 |
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Aiden loved patrol, though not for the reasons his comrades assumed. While others saw the duty as prime naptime or a chance to stare pointlessly into space for an hour or two, Aiden knew that this was the best form of reconnaissance he could get in such a short time. The elf was eager, often volunteering for extra patrol shifts when he could and hunting for the least desired patrol times, like the late night and early morning slots. This time, however, was different. He'd been given a midday assignment...and that was it. When he noticed, Aiden was immediately caught off-guard--it was rare that he was really assigned a time, much less held to it so strictly. As his shift started, Aiden slowly began to piece together what was happening. The shifts were being rotated to accommodate an affluent grain buyer...one just as wealthy as most of the farmers now hoarding their stock in the granary. "Wonderful," Aiden muttered, half sarcastic, but half hopeful. That meant the giant gates of the granary would have to be opened, even if it were only for a short time. And if that was the case, then perhaps the shipment could be...diverted somehow. It was far easier to take out a wealthy businessman and his cohorts than an entire granary and its guards. Happy with the sudden change of plans, Aiden continued his patrol deep in thought. So deep, in fact, that he nearly missed the woman heading in his direction, apparently sent to find him. At first, Aiden assumed that this was just another guard asking for a shift change. Upon closer inspection, however, Aiden was surprised that this was another elf. Here, of all places! Wonderful, he thought, his face betraying no emotion, This looks bad already. Why? Eladrin enquired, though he could sense the coming sarcasm from his host. Elves just attract trouble whenever there's more than one. And if that sounds like I just made it up...well, I did, but I'm sure there's truth in it somewhere... “Hello there,” the approaching woman said to him. “I was told to go on patrol with you. Seems like these bigots don’t want to work with both an elf and a woman.” Aiden winced at the sound of the word "bigots." Though he loathed the guards around him, he knew that such a term wouldn't go over very well with a great number of them. And internal strife was not the thing that either elf needed. Not right now anyway... "Hello," Aiden replied with a nod, "My name is Aiden. And it's odd that they'd assign you to a half finished rotation, but I suppose that's there business. What brings you here? It's not often one finds an elf in these parts, much less two . . ." |
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| Mistalee | Thu Nov 8, 2012 11:53 pm Post #4 |
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Mista shrugged as he asked why she was set to a half-finished shift. She rolled her eyes a bit when he winced when she said 'bigot.' No one was close enough to hear her, so its not like it would really cause any trouble...yet. "I don't know what they think sometimes," she said, now having slipped into elvish. There were no humans near by right now to hear her speaking the language, so she did not care. "Perhaps the guard captain thought it would be better to place the 'outsiders' together. Plus with as racist as some of these humans are...they won't want to work with us 'knife-ears' after all. I am Mistalee by the way. An archer from Norwood." She pondered for a bit about his question of why she was here. She had to be careful in what she said, she did not know if he was loyal to the men here or not. A part of her hoped his goals would be similar to her own, having an ally in this task would be of a great benefit. "As for why I am here, I heard that their was coin to be made in being hired as a guard," she said giving her answer. "I figured that by offering my services, I could be of aid to the people here. And what about you? What bring you here?" She was keeping herself vague just in case. But at the same time she was hoping her answer would be leading enough in case she could find an alley in him. Also keeping their talk in elvish would ensure that they could not be understood by the majority of the guards. They would just need to switch back to common if they moved into hearing range of too many guards. |
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| swordhunter | Thu Nov 15, 2012 6:56 pm Post #5 |
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Aiden narrowed his eyes--maybe it was due to the length of time since he'd spoken with someone else from his home--but he had no wish to cut himself off by switching to his native tongue. Lowering his voice, Aiden stepped closer and said, "Racist or not, unfortunately we still have to work with them. You don't have to like them, but intentionally setting yourself apart won't help you accomplish your task either." Though Aiden wasn't angry, he was...wary. Regardless, Aiden continued with a smirk as he addressed the question of why he was here. "I'm sure that we're here for the same reasons," he continued, "And our mutual vagueness should confirm which side we're on." The smirk faded a bit as Aiden regarded Mistalee for a long moment before asking, "We'll have to be honest from here on, I think. I'm here to stop this travesty of grain hoarding which has been allowed to run free, but not really because of what they're doing. It's because of what their actions might cause." Looking around pointedly, Aiden gestured to Mistalee to continue forward with him so that the two could at least look like they were on a legitimate patrol. "These people are in grave danger, though the anger of their neighbors has nothing to do with it. I'm afraid that they may be playing with a much stronger ill than any of them can realize...and it may already be too late to stop them and protect the people nearby." "Have you ever heard of the legend of the Forgotten Harvest, Mistalee? It's more a local tale than a true legend, but the story may be a true harbinger of what's to come...and the danger that these people--deplorable they may be--might be bringing down on themselves and the surrounding village. . ." OOC: Feel free to rp me telling a boringly horrifying story or something in your next post--I wasn't actually planning on repeating the tale in full. Just need to set up action in forthcoming posts. |
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| Mistalee | Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:43 pm Post #6 |
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Mista merely nodded when he talked about not cutting themselves off. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Then a smirk crossed her face as he admitted that they were on the same side. She somehow knew she could find an ally in him. She walked with him as they went upon their patrol. "Yes, I know of the Forgotten Harvest," she said softly. "It was not too long ago I met another who mentioned it and told me about it. That is the reason why I am still in the region. But tell me what you know of the Harvest." She kept pace with him as they made their patrol and listened to his tale. The other guards did not seem to pay the two of them any heed. She was thankful for that. It gave the two of them the freedom to speak and do their patrol without interruptions. "We do need to find away to stop or at least minimize the damage that could be done by this Harvest," she said. "I only hope that we are not too late to prevent it from occurring. But how are we to do this? What will stop the Forgotten Harvest? And what can the two of us do against it?" |
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| swordhunter | Sun Nov 18, 2012 9:34 am Post #7 |
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"Yes, I know of the Forgotten Harvest," she said softly. "It was not too long ago I met another who mentioned it and told me about it. That is the reason why I am still in the region. But tell me what you know of the Harvest." Aiden nodded for a moment before launching into a quick narration of the story he'd been told, focusing especially on the link between storing too much grain in one place greedily and the harvest's appearance. "As for stopping it, I'm not sure," the elf finished, "But if we are to prevent its appearance, we have to get the grain out of here. As much as possible. Otherwise this town and its people are in terrible danger...and there are two many innocents to just let them be in such a state." "Thankfully, I think there's a good way to disperse at least some of the grain, and relatively soon. There's a wealthy buyer coming later today who plans on taking, from what I hear, a fifth of the grain stored here." Huddling closer to Mistalee, Aiden continued, "When the buyer arrives, we steal as many of the carts as we can and disperse them to one or two people I know in town who'd be willing to help. Then we create a diversion...and burn the granary." "We don't burn it all down, of course, that would be silly. But we start enough fires to at least make these people fear losing their stores and dispersing even more of the grain in the process. It might not get to a lot of the towns in the area...but at least it should be enough to stop the Harvest from being summoned. Thoughts?" |
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| Mistalee | Tue Nov 20, 2012 10:10 pm Post #8 |
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Mistalee listened carefully to his plan. It seemed solid enough for the most part. But could the two of them really steal enough of the grain? "Will it just be us two trying to steal the grain?" she asked. "Because I don't know how much you and I can get away with if its just us. We could get some but I am not sure if it will be enough. Not unless they load up wagons and we each run off with one of them." "As for the distraction and the burning of the granary...I can do that," she went on. "I have several arrows specially designed for such things. Lets just figure out which silos we should set on fire and I can go from there. The best ones would likely be on the outskirts and down wind from the rest of the granary. Perhaps we should finish our discussion in private once we finish our patrol. Or if you don't think we will have the time...it might be a good time for us to disappear and prepare." She suddenly switched topics as she saw several guards walking their direction. They were get to a much more populated area and she was unsure how much more they could discuss this while on patrol. "So where do you hail from?" she asked with a cheerful smile as they passed by some of the guardsmen. |
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| swordhunter | Wed Nov 28, 2012 8:09 am Post #9 |
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A cloaked figure stood atop a building near the granary, his white mask a stark contrast with the black cloth folding around his force. Two other cloaked, yet unmasked forms, stood nearby, each looking in a different direction over the village. They were grouped together, unmoving and silent as a caravan of empty wagons moved through the village gate and headed towards the granary. "He has arrived," one of the unmasked forms said, his voice a willowy, almost gentle tone. "Too late," the masked leader said, bringing a hand to his face. "These people have brought this on themselves. Simply spreading out what they have to the greedy won't stop their punishment. Silence greeted his answer, as expected. The leader nodded and sat down, crossing his legs and putting both his hands to either side of him atop the thatched roof. "Spread out and take your positions. Take out the gates. I will do the rest from here." Silence again greeted the statement, but this time, the two unmasked forms moved, the sounds of their footfalls fading as they went to carry out their orders. The time to visit punishment against the unjust had come. . . . "So where do you hail from?" "Wonderful, the elves are getting along," one of the passing guards said as Mistalee and Aiden walked past. "Just imagine if we weren't," Aiden replied as he passed, his hand discretely laying on teh hilt of his blade, though giving off a clearly intentional signal. "OH?" the guard replied, stopping in his tracks and turning towards the passing elves. "And what would happen if you weren't?!" Aiden stopped, letting Mistalee walk ahead, before turning on his heel and smiling invitingly. "Oh, I don't know, why don't you take a guess. But careful not to start a fire--I know your mind can run hot thinking through the simplest tasks." With a growl, the enraged guard charged forward wildly, grabbing a sword hastily from his belt as he moved. The other guards, though amused, quickly tried to stop the fight. "Stop!" one of them shouted. "We have a shipment going out, we don't have time for this!!" As the enraged guard closed the gap, a loud whistle reverberated throughout the granary, calling the guards to attention as a number of wagons came through the gates, assembling in the center of the structure. Everyone, including the gathered guards, Aiden, and Mistalee knew that they had to leave, fight aside. Aiden pointed across the granary, hoping that Mistalee would know to split away from his so that they could accomplish their own tasks. The other assembled guards moved off as well. But the final guard--the one which had charged Aiden--was standing surprisingly still as Aiden finally moved to his own task. The elf smirked silently as he moved off while the clearly panic stricken guard looked down as his freshly cut clothes. The blade strikes which had stopped him were almost a blur...and clearly indicated that whatever problem the guard had with the elf wasn't worth being on the wrong end of a blade wielded by an angry Aiden. . . . |
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| Mistalee | Tue Dec 25, 2012 6:46 pm Post #10 |
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Mistalee rolled her eyes a bit as Aiden pushed the guard's buttons. And he said her speaking elvish would make them like her less...his actions helped even less. But she had a feeling this was a ruse in part. She knew both of them could easily take down the guards, but they did not know that... Maybe putting a little bit of fear into them would make them think twice about coming after the elves. As the men moved forward the grip on her bow tightened and she place a second hand on it. The guards had not yet seemed to notice the unique design of her bow...it was also a double-bladed sword. But the fight ended before she needed to show off her skills. The other left and one rather shaken guard was left with his cloths in ribbons. The elven man next to her had some impressive skills with the blade. When he pointed a direction to her, she nodded and split from him. She would have liked a bit more time to plan...but she would just have to improvise as she went. The elf woman quickly disappeared between some buildings and was out of sight. Cautiously she moved through the granary until she found a place where she could remain hidden but had a good view of the area. After taking a few moments to assess the wind she was ready to start shooting. In rapid succession three fiery arrows flew through the air. All striking a different silo that were a good distance from each other, and from anything else flammable. She had carefully picked her targets so that only the buildings she shot would but and that the wind would take any embers away from the rest of the granary. Her task was done...now to see about steal some of the cargo while the guards were distracted... With that the elf moved from her spot and quickly started to head to her next destination. |
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| swordhunter | Thu Dec 27, 2012 8:17 pm Post #11 |
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The wall guards of the small town weren't horribly well trained or even very good at guarding the town. However, they were extremely good at looking the part as their armor glinted in what was left of the sun's light. They clinked around with practiced ease, so well in fact, that it was the best kept secret in Debon that the armor was actually...well...rented. That mattered little to the guards themselves--they loved playing the parts of the gruff, always ready guards which their armor casted them as. And so far, no one had dared challenge the roles the guards had been selected to play. Until the explosion. There was no warning as the town's eastern gate simply ceased to exist. Armored bodies were flung into the air as the wood and stone structure exploded outward. Surprised screams and shouts went up as people exited their homes to see what had happened while smoking debris and body parts littered the path leading to the now destroyed gate. As people rushed past, a hooded figure simply smiled and receded into the growing shadows of the coming night. His smile only grew wider as a second explosion rocked the town, this one even more powerful than the last. "FIRE!!!!" Aiden's head whipped around as he saw guards pointing up, their hands alerting those that could see to the smoke slowly rising to the rafters. Quickly, the granary guards snapped to attention, moving to their designated positions as the fire--likely set by Mistalee, Aiden thought--began to spread. "A little early, but fine," Aiden muttered, already shifting direction as he prepared to carry out his end of the plan--starting more chaos so that the grain could be safely transported away. But to his surprise, there was absolutely no need for him to "spread" chaos. It had already arrived. With a shout, two guards fell to the ground, motionless as the head driver of the newly arrived carts stood suddenly, his cloak thrown aside. Aiden stared as the driver, his eyes glinting red, began to smirk and laugh maniacally. "Intruder!" Someone shouted from out of sight, but it seemed to be too late to alert anyone to the danger which just arrived. "Judgment is at hand!" the faux driver shouted, raising his hand as an eerie light spread from beneath his cart, snaking along the ground in an eerily familiar shape... "RUNE!" Aiden shouted, throwing himself to the wooden floor, a spell already on his lips. A moment later, an impossibly loud sound filled the granary as wood splinted all around. The granary floor was showered in splinters and disturbed grain as a roar filled the structure. Sturdy timber and stone snapped like twigs as Aiden looked up in horror. Something had been summoned into the structure...and it was far larger than anything the elf had expected. Aiden's eyes narrowed in recognition as he realized what happened. Another powerful roar filled the granary--or what was left of it--as Aiden found himself standing off to the side near the summoned Forgotten Harvest. Or, to be more precise, the....ever shifting mass of dark mana, slowly forming itself into a four legged bulk of power. "Good description," Eladrin thought, filling Aiden's head, though not with the levity the elf had come to expect. What -is- that thing? Aiden thought back, already running from his current position and hoping that somewhere, Mistalee would be doing the same. "It's a very very old demon," came Eladrin's reply as the mass suddenly contracted, shrinking to the size of a man as the shapeless mana took on the form of a man...almost. Its face remained wreathed in shadow as horns of dark energy extended and curled from its head. "If I'm correct, it's actually older than me." Stunned, Aiden asked aloud, "So we're doing what about this?" "To be honest? You should run as fast as you can move. . ." Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Mistalee | Sat Jan 19, 2013 4:31 pm Post #12 |
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By the time the guards saw the fire, Mistalee was no where to be found. She sprinted between buildings and kept out of sight. It was now up to her and Aiden to try and steal some of the grain before the situation was gotten under control. Or someone figured out the real reason for the fire. But another explosion happened from somewhere else in the granary. That was not good...at all. What could have caused that? Had her partner gotten into some sort of trouble. Unlike what *most* rational people would do, instead of running away from the loud explosions, she ran towards it. She saw Aiden...and a hulking mass of dark energy. A demon...no...the Forgotten Harvest. Looks like they had been too late to stop its coming. But would they be able to do anything against such a powerful being? From what Dali had told her about the thing...she did not know if there was much they could do. Bow in hand she ran up behind him, her heart hammering loudly. She heard him speak, seemingly to himself. "I would advise running and staying alive until we can figure out how to take that thing down," she said. "Or at least distract it enough to give the citizens time to flee." She would be lying if she said she was not afraid. Only a fool would not be afraid of something this massive and exuding such raw power. But as unlikely it was she could defeat this thing that did not matter to her. What matter was making sure those who could not fight for themselves had enough time to get to safety. |
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| swordhunter | Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:46 am Post #13 |
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OOC: Just realized the italics for the Aiden/Eladrin bit was off. Didn't affect your reply though, just a note. BiC: Aiden raised Tosen as Mistalee approached, her bow in hand. The dark mass of energy had finally taken its full shape, hulking a full two meters above even Aiden's tall form. "I would advise running and staying alive until we can figure out how to take that thing down. Or at least distract it enough to give the citizens time to flee." "You should probably do that then," Aiden muttered, his eyes flashing red as he began to store up magical energy. "Leave holding that thing back to me, for now. Not sure how long such a defense will hold though, so you'll need to move quickly." Turning to Mistalee for a moment, the elf continued, "Don't bother with the guards, sad as that is to say. Leave the granary and get the citizens out if you can. Also, watch for more of those black robed figures like the one which appeared to summon this thing. If there's more than one, they'll need to be stopped as well." Turning back towards the Harvest, Aiden said, "Good luck. Hopefully we'll be able to talk about this later." Brandishing Tosen, Aiden stepped forward as he began to draw on Eladrin's power. White light bathed him before quickly forming into six wings of white hot flame. Powerful holy energy began to stream from Aiden's body as the elf swung Tosen forward and shouted, "Moji!" A powerful blast of lightning shot from the blade towards the demon, filling the air with a loud cackle as it shot towards its target. But with a powerful roar, the demon unleashed what appeared to be a shockwave of powerful dark magic, which caught the lightning in midstrike and simply caused a powerful explosion. Instead of being thrown from his feet, Aiden took to the air, moving backwards as he let the wave of energy create some distance between himself and the beast. "Three seconds in, and it's already bad," Aiden muttered to himself as he prepared another blast. . . ." |
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| Mistalee | Wed Jan 23, 2013 2:59 am Post #14 |
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Mistalee nodded to Aiden as he spoke. As much as she hated the idea of leaving him alone against that thing, she knew the citizens came first. And the guards here were nothing but show, they would not stand a chance against the cloaked figures. "Stay alive," she said. "And good luck." Without wasting another second she fell into a full sprint towards the town. A couple of guards yelled a few things at her, telling her to stop or demanding what was going on. She ignored them. She had to get to the villagers, and did not have time for these men. As she ran she heard the high pitched scream of a woman. She used the scream as a beacon for her destination. As she rounded a corner she saw a woman cowering as a hood figure loomed over her. The elf skid to a stop as she pulled out an arrow and released it, striking the heart of her enemy. "Run!" she told the woman. "Get yourself and anyone you can find to safety. Leave the enemies to me." She once again was running towards the center of the village. As she moved she took out any enemies she found along the way. Once she entered the village square she found herself greeted by six of the hooded figures, one of which seemed to be more or less in charge. "Well well well..." he said in a rasping voice. "It appears that at least one here is compotant. You shall be punished for the blood you have shed. Slay the welp!" The elf narrowed her eyes and five of the men rushed at her. Each of them seemed to be far more skilled than the foes she had already taken down. This was not going to be an easy fight... Edited by Mistalee, Wed Jan 23, 2013 3:00 am.
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| swordhunter | Tue Feb 12, 2013 6:47 am Post #15 |
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Aiden twisted through the air as he flew between the rafters of the now destroyed granary. Fire leapt from every corner of the wood and stone structure as the elf found himself fighting for his life against the Forgotten Harvest. The creature was formidable, to say the least, wielding magic that was far more powerful and far older than Aiden could deal with on his own. Even Eladrin was finding it difficult to keep up as he fed his powers to the elf as much as possible. "Moji!" Aiden shouted for what seemed like the tenth or eleventh time. Another blast of lightning--far less powerful than the first few--shot through the air towards the harvest. Predictably, the beast released another wave of dark energy, which in turn blasted away the approaching lightning blast....not not Tosen itself. Aiden watched in satisfaction as his blade, thrown powerfully when he'd cast lightning blast, sank into the 'skin' of the Harvest. A powerful roar ripped through the granary as the blade, imbued with Aiden's holy power, bit deep. Bravo, Eladrin said with muted enthusiasm as Aiden twirled Geist in his other hand. "Vaeres," Aiden muttered, stretching his hand and gesturing below to Tosen in an attempt to retrieve the blade. The returning enchantment, however, failed to work as the Harvest roared again powerfully, pulling the blade from its body and raising it in one 'hand.' "You're kidding me," Aiden shouted, flabbergasted, as the Harvest took the blade and bent it, flinging the ruined metal at the elf's hovering form. "NO!" Aiden shouted inadvertently, twisting in midair to avoid the thrown missile before swooping down, his face red with anger. Bad idea!!!!! Eladrin shouted, filling the elf's head with a painful warning, Bad and really stupid!! The harvest roared once more as it too seemed to float towards the charging elf. "Damn thing can fly now?" Aiden muttered as he raised his free hand towards his opponent. "What sort of hell is this? Caelaelia shaji!!!" A high pitched whine filled the air as a white light surrounded the elf. The two fighters, one wreathed in white, the other black, surged towards each other with shouts rising from their bodies. Suddenly, an explosion of white flame tinged with green erupted from Aiden, washing the battlefield and what was left in the granary in white hot fire. The flame swept across everything in sight, including the Harvest, bathing the area with its heat and blinding power. The resounding explosion was the last thing Aiden heard. And his hopes that Mistalee would survive the conflict were the last thing he thought. . . . |
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