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Post by Fraze on Mar 23, 2013 16:26:16 GMT -5
((Dunburrow--Sukhbataar's army)) Sukhbataar was alerted the moment the kunai hit. The attacked zombies removed the weapons from their bodies and hooked them into whatever they had that passed as belts. The remaining troops looked all around, trying to spot the attackers. The newly beheaded soldiers turned the tall stakes holding their heads, offering a better view of the distance.
Nothing. The army stood, perfectly silent, waiting for anything. Soon enough, there was a rather big something, in the form of a crashing sound in the bushes. Shortly thereafter, several fireballs exploded from the nearby foliage, setting a few more zombies alight.
A contingent of zombies quickly surrounded Draco and Malleus. They knocked Draco over and pinned him to the ground, while several archers fired arrows at Malleus. Sukhbataar strode toward the two attackers, hefting a large two-ended battleaxe. "Who are you and what are your intentions? If I accept your answers, I will kill you quickly."
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((Dunburrow--everybody else's army)) "So what are your bosses plans now that Mage Manor is out of the way? Ninjas? Brassport? Lizard people?" Brick grunted in consideration. "Well, the kingdom is more or less hers now. This little patch of land has withstood every invasion that got thrown at it for hundreds of years--or it had when I was alive--and now it's taken over in an afternoon. I think she'll be looking to expand next. People like Hellas or that nomad, they don't take kindly to peace."
"Say, is Hellas someone you consider your friend?" A confused look crossed Brick's face. "There's a thought. I read about him when I was a schoolboy, studied his exploits when I was a soldier, but I've only really known him for a few hours, if you get what I mean. They say a friend is someone you've eaten three barrels of salt with, and we've a ways to go until then. As for why I fight, well, I used to fight because the other guys were fighting. Don't seem to have much choice now."
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((Stinky-Pile-o-Poo)) Fraze returned Celestial's gaze as he listened to her. It was a hefty request, even audacious, but it was also the primary reason that Spacefleet was there. "Very well," he responded after some thought. "But support needs to be mutual. We will need all of the information that you can provide about the attackers. We will also be relying on you for magical assistance. In return, we will, of course, offer any information that we can find, and as much of Spacefleet's military and technology as can be spared." He paused to consider current events in the 'Fleet. "Which, right now, is all of it. Things have been quite peaceful up there, so all of our resources can be directed toward combating this invasion."
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Post by Lord Hayati on Mar 23, 2013 16:41:57 GMT -5
((Dunburrow))
Malleus panicked. The general of the army was obviously too dangerous to handle alone. "Who are you and what are your intentions? If I accept your answers, I will kill you quickly."
that was not good. He needed to get out of there, and quick. The tree they were behind was tall enough for them to escape, but they needed to be quick, or the zombies would catch them.
he nodded to the Other ninja. "catch me if you can."
He the used 2 of his kunai to help get up the tree quickly, and booked it to the south, hoping the other ninja would follow him. The general looked slow, and undead. If he knew about zombies, they usually trudged their feet in the ground. Besides, the manor was to the south. If there were any good mages along the way, he could score some excellent spells from them.
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Post by Draco on Mar 23, 2013 19:41:42 GMT -5
((Dunburrow--Sukhbataar's army))
Draco was down in moments. He sighs and looks up at Sukhbataar.
"To put it simple, I was simply taking a walk on this fine day, when that man who ran away ran into me. Then you guys came. Now I'm on the ground."
He looks up at the man with a smile.
"Now, out of curiosity, will you let me go?"
--- ((Dunburrow--everybody else's army))
Dragus shrugs at the comment about the lizard people.
"I hear the one my cousin knows is actually a pretty nice guy. Believes in justice. Screams a lot. I imagine his people are like most other people. Except, well... Giant lizards. As for my cousin. He's a ninja."
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Post by Huntress on Mar 24, 2013 5:55:01 GMT -5
((Stinky-Pile-o- well, they do prefer it to be called "that coastal village"))
Hunty looked at the blarf with concern. The big beast, who was technically mammalian but also really well adapted to sea life by now was a good runner but it was impossible to tell what he was actually built for. The captain knew that horses can be pushed to run until they fall over dead. She had no idea if the blarf would stop if he hit his limit or keep going like a horse until life went out.
Would he even die? And how? There was more to the blarf than just the blarf, what with the eerie multitude of voices he used for talking. Bloody Mary once learned what the mechanism behind that was, and he'd gone pale and refused to tell her anything about it.
Pondering that, Hunty sat idly and watched the glittering ocean grow nearer. A shuttle flew overhead. Spacefleet, she knew, and kept their landing spot in mind.
They were close now, and the blarf was at the end of his strength, staggering a bit and slowing down step by step. The cluster of cottages that made up Stinky-Pile-o-Poo was close now. It was a shapeless lump of wooden houses, all clustered along the side of the coast, which didn't help the name any. Or the meeting spot, for that matter, because most of the village would have a nice clear look at the landed shuttles and the approaching furmonster.
The blarf ambled in and collapsed unceremoniously, panting and wheezing. Hunty slid off and patted him guiltily, making a mental note to acquire all fishguts of the village in the glorious name of their new leader or somesuch. Then she trotted over to where Fraze and Celestial were standing.
"Things have been quite peaceful up there, so all of our resources can be directed toward combating this invasion," the Commander was currently saying.
"Oh, good, and here I thought this would be awkward," Hunty said brightly. "Captain Huntress of the Pirates reporting in as official representative of Miss Jensen," she paused, "wonder if that woman has a full name? As such, I represent her interests in all matters Dunburrow-conquering and should probably give you a stern diplomatic note for a blatant display of hostilities."
"I can draw it up now," Bloody Mary said helpfully, dragging a notebook out of the captain's numerous pockets.
"As for solving this crisis," Hunty continued smoothly as the meepit on her shoulder rested the notebook against her ear and started scribbling, "my client of course requests that you, that is Spacefleet, do not take any military action against the army of this land, said army of course consisting of the people of this land, and any untoward comment about their vitality status will warrant another note, because said military action will constitute an open war and will be treated as such. And my client does not want unnecessary bloodshed any more than you do. The same," she looked at Celestial now, "stands for the Mages, who will be treated as rebels against the government if they decide to openly fight it."
"But you yourselves get to call yourselves freedom fighters and paint your faces with dirt," Bloody Mary consoled, ripping the notebook page out and handing it to Fraze. It read "BAD FRAZE, NO COOKIE".
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Post by Bacon on Mar 27, 2013 11:48:22 GMT -5
Bacon flinched as the pirate leader claimed to be a representative of Miss Jensen. So the pirates were siding with the zombies, then? He paused to make sense of the sudden déjà vu he felt. Of course. Pirates, again. A different thought entered Bacon's mind, an entirely relevant one that reminded him of the question he had meant to ask earlier. Bacon looked around. No immediate threat, not counting the pirate and her animal companions. "Animal" didn't seem like the right word. Creature companions, whatever. Maybe abomination companions. Nah, that just sounded rude.
In any case, there wasn't a lot of running around and shooting at stuff currently. Bacon didn't know how long that state could last in the situation they were in. Right now might be the last chance he had to ask. He took a step closer to Amneiger and whispered, "So, where is everyone else? Keng, Ethan, Zari?"
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Post by Pixie on Mar 27, 2013 19:48:00 GMT -5
Ellen's stomach rolled and her head swam as Brick declared Ms. Jemson's desire to expand beyond Dunburrow, and Hellas's and Sukahbar's hatred of peace. Her resolve began to slip again, as she foresaw an awful fate if Ms.Jenson could not be defeated, a fate that was beginning to seem... Inevitable. The Valkyrie had a huge martial advantage over the Mages, the Knights, and whoever else was defending Dunburrow, at least when they fought divided. Ellen's emotions boiled over. She clasped a hand over her mouth and let out a muffled shriek.
This isn't going to end. Not well, or period. A bloodlust to drive the entire world under that wicked lady's control, will make it so that even if we surrender, there will not be peace. We have to win! But... Even if we do... The Valkyrie will rise again, and even if it's centuries away, we will fall... again. Oh Fyora! These thoughts are painful. How am I still walking? No, Why am I still walking. It's not like I want to. I just - I just don't want to move this army to do something rash to me! or the valiant knight, Sir Ocard! er... Dragus.
She released her hand, and it fell, shaking. She stood tense, and then let questions flood out of her mouth, , her words laced with fire and ice "By Fyora, can't your Lady be satisfied with having Dunburrow?!? Aye, we didn't do anything to provoke you! But... you conquered us... others too? Isn't Ms.Jemson in control? Can't she control the other's bloodlust?To hate peace... unthinkable. " Her voice grew unsteady. She drew in a breath, tried to meet his eyes, and said. " You know I never quite asked for what exact purpose you took me? What do you plan to do with me when we get to the castle? And... What will you do if I decide not to co-operate? What's my incentive? " Her voice dropped to a murmur "I... I may be slightly more inclined to co-operate if I knew." She paused, her eyes then shut, and Brick responded to her prior inquiry. She reopened her eyes and spoke again.
"So you are not friends. I suppose by his logic I am quite quick to assume friendships" and... Alliances, she added mentally, not sure where that thought came from. "You know Ms. Jemson wasn't too bright to have her pawns put on a display for the public. Doesn't an audience love to sympathize with the protagonists? Even in her little act we're the 'good guys' " She pulled air-quotes for that. "Vilifying us would have been more appropriate. You say you fought because others did. Couldn't someone of such physical strength.." She absentmindedly touched her hand to the wounds he inflicted and healed, and found them to be almost closed. "... Have the emotional strength to stick by their own beliefs? Whatever mind tricks Jemson pulled on you, you seem to know what you believed before you got torn from your grave. " she stated, then turned her attention to Dragus, not wanting to push any farther. If she could get Brick to try to fight the Valkyrie's control, it would have to be by his own suggestion.
"Sounds like a nice guy, the Lizard ninja. Your cousin is a Ninja? That's cool. I haven't the nerve to be a ninja, but what I've read and heard of them had impressed me." She replied to the Knight.
Hardly a week in this town, and I'm fighting for it. Is this my place? I hate fighting... But leaving back for Amberdale would be cowardly. I'm stuck in this. I suppose I'm fighting for humanity as a whole, and that's why I made this my business. That Valkyrie has no right to upturn graves for warriors. This would have been my home. Frankly, I don't want to go back to Amberdale. I couldn't with this on my mind, even if I wasn't captured. And with expanding in the invaders' minds, Amberdale isn't out of this either. No, I made the right decision.
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Post by Fraze on Mar 29, 2013 16:24:22 GMT -5
((Dunburrow--Sukhbataarmy)) The one in the tree fled. That wasn't surprising. It also wasn't a problem. The army was heading that way anyway, and if the escapee kept going that way he would encounter the other Generals and their combined forces. He sent a mental message to his comrades. "To put it simple, I was simply taking a walk on this fine day, when that man who ran away ran into me. Then you guys came. Now I'm on the ground. Now, out of curiosity, will you let me go?" Instinct told Sukhbataar to kill the man as a matter of principle, and because it would be one more addition to his army. Standing orders told him to do no more killing than strictly necessary. "We are not close to any villages," he responded, not answering the question, "and you do not look like a merchant. Why were you walking in the bushes?"
((Dunburrow--Combined forces)) Brick's face grew dark as he listened to Ellen's tirade. "You would do well to watch your words," he growled. "I don't want to see you come to any harm, but talk like that could cost you your tongue if you choose the wrong target." He let out a grunting sigh. "Still, those are valid questions, even if I can't answer them. I couldn't tell you what our Lady's plans are. It's not my place as a soldier to question orders. As far as plans for you, it's less about what you can do for us, more about what you could do to the army. We're sorely lacking in magic, myself excluded, and potioneers are devastating if employed properly. 'Course, if our leader decides to use your skills and you refuse...eh, killing and raising you'd be the simplest solution. Couldn't fight back then. Living units are more useful than undead ones, but a compliant undead unit is worth ten who're unwilling." Brick continued walking a ways, while considering the rest of Ellen's rant. "And there's the thing you seem to be missing. Far as conquerors go, this one is...fair. There's been no mass executions, no pillaging, no parading the corpse of the former king through the kingdom. I've fought warlords who did those things, I've watched soldiers die to keep them from happening here. This time, it just doesn't seem worth the bloodshed."
((Stinky-Pile-o-Poo)) Fraze watched Hunty with the expression of one who, while attending a fancy dinner, sees one of the guests arrive dressed as Superman because of the mistaken impression that it was a costume party. Although, he still had to choke back a snicker upon reading Bloody Mary's note. "We have a history of cultural and intellectual exchange with the Mages," he responded, slipping into diplomat-speak without fully realizing it, "and have made great strides towards forming a lasting, mutually beneficial alliance. However, we have neither such history nor such an agreement with your client. While this conflict of desires may be...distasteful, Spacefleet's stance on the matter is nevertheless clear."
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Post by Amneiger on Mar 29, 2013 19:44:40 GMT -5
Amneiger kept a close eye on the proceedings. Hopefully nothing terrible would happen with this much visible firepower in the form of the Archmage and a lot of Spacefleet hardware around. Hopefully. On the other hand, the Pirates had brought the blarf, which was also pretty heavy and probably could kill at least one of them before -
Bacon asked him a question, breaking his train of thought. Where were the others? They were at...mission on...somewhere...
Oh. Great. He didn't remember. Great way to be a team player there, Amneiger.
"I'll have to check when we get back," he said to Bacon.
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Post by Draco on Apr 5, 2013 2:59:54 GMT -5
((Dunburrow--Sukhbataarmy))
Draco shrugs the best he could.
"I was just traveling between villages. On my way to Brassport. When I happened to need to well... You know."
He nods his head towards the bushes around them.
"I needed a little privacy in case someone showed up." "Oh, great idea. You needed to use the bathroom?!" "So when I was startled by that other man, I tried to defend myself. I'm sure you understand the times we live in."
He wiggled around, seeing if he could break away from the soldiers holding him down, looking at one he thought the guy looked familiar. He shook the thought from his head. Whatever he was going to do, fighting this guy didn't look smart. Of course, he wasn't known for making the smartest moves sometimes.
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Dragus nods his head to what Brick had to say.
"He does have a point. I mean, I don't like it, but it's a point that makes sense. There really hasn't been any bloodshed, yet. But the people of this land won't take this sitting down. There's a good chance they're going to fight back sooner or later."
He looks around, mainly behind them, before turning back in the direction they were walking.
"And there are places much more guarded then the kingdom these days."
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Gil stood around waiting, until he couldn't wait anymore. He left a note saying he was going on ahead and took off in his small airship. He was flying slowly over the landscape, not really sure where he should go first.
Mage Manor seemed like a good idea, but he wasn't really equipped for battle. Heck he was barely equipped for this scouting mission. He sighed to himself, realizing he should really look into making some weapons. The most he had was his knives. He had what looked to be a gun too, but it was only used as a key to start the airship, other then scare someone, it was useless. Even his airship was weaponless, taking off anything remotely weapon-like to lose some weight.
He decided to travel along the coast for now, just to be safe. It didn't take him long to pass the borders and enter Dunburrow. He could see Mage Manor in the distance, but it didn't seem that bad to him at the time.
"That's pretty odd... If anything was going on, I was sure you could see some trace of it still."
He continued along the coast, deciding to see how Castle Kestrel was effected.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Apr 6, 2013 21:37:32 GMT -5
((Dunburrow: near those other armies))
Malleus dashed forward what he though was safety. He knew that zombie army was behind him. But what made him worry was that person. He didn't know who he was, but He looked like a ninja too.
"focus, Malleus. Clear your mind."
He stopped for a few seconds, to catch his breath, and get his mind back into things.
He switched his direction from going south, to a slight south-south-east direction.
He stopped.
"****. More of them," he cursed under his breath, as he spotted the other armies!
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Krisseh mindlessly followed Hella's orders. Her mind was literally empty, after all, a zombie ate it.
She noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
"Sir Hellas, Stop. I think I saw something from over there..."
She pointed to the trees. The same trees where Malleus was hiding.
"Shall we send a scouting party, to check it out?"
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Malleus cursed again. He was not only out of spellcards, but he was spotted to-
wait, he thought. What if some of those zombies are mages? He could catch their spells... and use them later.
It would be hard, but he might just be in a good position after all....
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Post by Pixie on Apr 13, 2013 16:16:31 GMT -5
As Brick began to reprimand her, Ellen bit her tongue and squeezed her eyelids shut. She wrung her hands together and she tensed with a terror from the top of her head to to the soles of her feet.
I'm a foolish girl...Yeah, those peace-scorning men won't hesitate to harm me. I'm a pawn, simple as that! I suppose it's fortunate the general who accosted me was the least malevolent. But when we are at the castle and the sadists are there too, I am in for a world of hurt if I slip up. At my state of mind... I don't trust myself not to get on their nerves. I mustn't speak anymore... I mustn't speak anymore...
Ellen ceased her inner monologue and listened to the rest of what he had to say. She nearly froze in her walk, which had started to match the gait of the undead soldiers that marched by her. She grimaced, her hands shot to her face, and all her breath left her lungs. She couldn't speak even if she wanted to, not even to utter "no". She mouthed the words, and began a fresh trickle of silent tears.
They want me... to help hurt my friends! Even if I resist, it won't matter! And, Hey! Didn't they say I would not "Come to harm"? being killed is very, very much harmed! I knew they wouldn't hesitate to break those words. I'd just have my brain rotting in my undead body... I can't imagine... my mind, the essence of my being, gone... Whatever I do but escape, I'm helping them.OH,I HATE FEELING THIS HELPLESS. Twenty-two hours until my magic ability fully replenishes ... And even then, here, we are extremely outnumbered! what is it? 2 to 2000? If I fight now, I'll die, and if I'm dead, I'm helping them, and I can't escape. The troops need to split up, for me to have the slightest chance! The manor fell because all the guilds lay divided. The guilds, oh... I wonder if they will know what happened to Sir Ocard and I ... what if we look like turncoats?!? Somehow, they need to know. But how? Think!
After some time walking, and more time moping, she heard the general speak again. The "could be worse" justification irked her, even if he had a point. Dragus partially agreeing with him didn't help. It was mostly that her agreeing to that point would mean accepting the conquest, in her eyes, and all the changes that came with it. Change always made her uneasy, but especially changes that seemed so... unnatural.
Argh! I need a plan. I feel so numb, and that's not good for scheming.
Ellen absentmindedly picked at the scarlet ribbon on the end of her braid. The knot came undone in her hand, and she stared at the ribbon for a moment, frustrated. An idea suddenly hit her, though it was hardly fool-proof. Her plan relied on the guild members she remembered being able to recognize her by her hair-ribbon, and having a rudimentary knowledge of Morse Code. She redid the braid with a piece of the bandage gauze, while did some calculations in her head. She began to sing a arcane chant, softly slowly, and a bit off key. The faint sound was drowned out by the army around her, only audible to the sharp ears of a hawk.
Joler eva kien aleavo vil gaven rulia Ved frio xella ta modenga heyu biza ah
Laa-la-laa-la la-laa La-laa-laa-la laa la-la-laa la-laa-la la laa-la-la heyu biza ah
It roughly translated into: Listen, birds, take the ribbon here and find dragon-lady, tiger or rainbow fae, show them it and sing: 'c-a-p-t-u-r-e-d' show them it and sing
She let the ribbon slip from her hand, left it discarded on the ground and kept walking . The hawk she called with her magic-laced song lingered in the skies above the ribbon, as it waited for a opening to snatch it from the ground. Once it had it, it would fly down towards Stinky-Pile-O'-Poo, where it had seen the congress of the guild-members travel in it's prior flight.
I hope they get the message. So they know that if I hurt them I don't mean it... I'm no turncoat!
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Post by Fraze on Apr 14, 2013 6:34:32 GMT -5
((Somewhere)) ((The rest will be up sometime later. For now, enjoy this teaser!)) The dimly-lit hall stood in sharp contrast with the bright, airy throne room of Dunburrow Castle. The torches that hung from the windowless walls cast flickering shadows on those present.
A messenger entered and bowed before the man sitting on the throne. "Your Majesty, I bring strange news."
"Continue," the king commanded.
"The dead have been rising in Dunburrow, Sire. A massive army of zombies has been formed. They captured the throne, and then marched on Mage Manor. They expelled all of the mages. What's more, the army appears to be led by the--the four legendary heroes entombed in the Dunburrow Crypt."
The hall was silent as the king digested this information. "Who told you this?"
The messenger swallowed. "I saw it with my own eyes, Sire. I watched the dead crawl out of their graves and march on the Manor. Many others have seen the army on the move."
There was another pause. "If this was a joke, I would have you beheaded," the king murmured, in a quiet, low voice that echoed around the room. "But I see that it is not. Who is commanding this army? What are their purposes? Go, find out more quickly."
Another clear voice rang across the hall. "That will not be necessary." Courtesans snapped their heads around to the entrance of the throne room, where a figure stood. It appeared to be a man, and on his face was a heavy, grotesque mask, like those worn by the ancient actors. "I can tell you everything you need to know."
Before the figure could say any more, the guards were on top of him, pinning him to the ground. One drew a sword and raised it up.
"Wait," the king said," and the guards paused. "Bring him before me." The man was brought to his feet once more, and led roughly before the king, who scrutinized the figure. "Remove that mask."
One guard pulled the mask off of the man's head, and the entire room recoiled in shock at what lay underneath. Even the king averted his eyes. Unfazed, the man bent down and picked up the mask.
"Dunburrow is under attack. A valkyrie named Miss Jensen has raised an undead army to conquer the land. Her aim is simple; conquer the kingdom and then, possibly, expand the empire."
"In the name of the gods, put that bloody mask back on!" cried a young man sitting next to the king.
"Your Majesty," the man continued, "have you not said that the biggest hindrance to your conquering of Dunburrow is not their army, not even the Knights, but rather the Mages? Those Mages are now left without a base of operations, scattered to wherever they can find shelter. And there is little shelter to be found, now that thousands of soldiers who need no rest and no food have taken over."
"Just what are you suggesting?" the king asked, using all of his willpower to look directly at where the man's face should have been.
"You have the military might that Dunburrow never accumulated. You have living soldiers, capable of strategy and highly trained in combat, which makes them far superior to Miss Jensen's army. For centuries, you and your predecessors have desired to conquer Dunburrow, and you will not get a better chance than this. Oust the current invaders, and establish yourself in their place."
"You are bold, if you dare to tell me what to do," the king replied levelly. Staring directly at that man's face for too long was taxing, almost physically painful, but he could not show weakness. "What is your part in all of this? What do you stand to gain? And who--what are you?"
"Me?" There was a smile in the man's voice. "I want a song of battle, one worthy of being sung in these halls. As for what I am, well, your son's exhortation was rather to the point."
The king considered this last bit. "Are you calling yourself a god?"
"Something of that sort. But I must be going, figures like me should not tarry long in places like this. Consider what I have said." Euripides placed the mask back on his face and strode once more out of the throne room. When the guards ran out to chase after him, he was already gone.
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Post by Fraze on Apr 17, 2013 11:41:52 GMT -5
((Dunburrow--Sukhbataarmy)) ((I am unreasonably proud of that portmanteau.)) "I was just traveling between villages. On my way to Brassport. When I happened to need to well... You know. I needed a little privacy in case someone showed up." Sukhbataar's scowl remained unchanged, but he mentally scrutinized the man laying before him. Despite encountering an army of walking corpses, some of them freshly slain, and then being overpowered and threatened with death, he showed no outward fear. His answers were straightforward and honest, but flippant. He was either a warrior or very, very foolish. Quite possibly both.
Fools can disrupt things without realizing it. Warriors can fight, either for or against you. In either case, the solution was clear. One of the zombies drew a blade, and drew it across Draco's throat.
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((Dunburrow--Combined forces)) "But the people of this land won't take this sitting down. There's a good chance they're going to fight back sooner or later." "Aye, perhaps," Brick answered. "But Dunburrow's real might has always been the Mages. Our army has always relied on magical power; even many of the Knights in my era learned magic for its martial uses. The regular people, the farmers and smiths and hunters who form the backbone of the kingdom, they may try to fight but it won't do much."
Hellas glanced at Krisseh, then toward the direction she was looking. "Yes, I was told that something would be coming. Another one of those shadow warriors; going toward it would be playing into its hand. Keep to open spaces." In a single swift motion, almost too fast to see, Hellas drew a bow, nocked an arrow, and sent it flying toward Malleus.
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Post by Lord Hayati on Apr 17, 2013 17:13:52 GMT -5
Dunburrow: combined farces:
Time seemed to slow down in a blink of an eye, from his point of view.
Malleus panicked. the commander just shot an arrow at him. Like a stray cat on a trapeze wire, he carefully moved out of the way of the arrow, with haste. It grazed part of his turban, but it could've been worse. it could've been his head. Keeping silent, he acted as if he wasn't there. or tried to.
"darn commander sure knows how to aim," He said in his now alert mind. This was a bad position. He had 57 kunai left, along with 26 cards. There wasn't enough kunai to get even a quarter of the army, and He had no captured spells on hand.
He needed to make a diversion.
using 3 of his kunai, he threw them at a tree about 15 feet away from him. If they decided to focus everything there, he could make a quick getaway. And if they decided to send a few spells, too, he would be nice enough to "borrow" those spells from them.
-x-
"It seems the shadow warrior is gone," Krisseh said. "I've heard of how fast they are." she prepared a jellify spell, ready to fire at a moments notice. Even if the Shadow warrior had left, it was best she kept on guard, incase it wanted to do a hit and run.
suddenly...
"THWACK!"
one of the trees rustled heavily. it seemed the warrior had made a grave error in his plan.
"Commander, save your arrows. Let the mages do their job. after all, their ammo is near limitless... your arrows aren't."
She slung a jellify spell at the tree, hoping the other mages would follow suit.
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Post by Celestial on Apr 17, 2013 17:20:37 GMT -5
((The War Council Clearing))
Celestial smiled when she saw Azzie out of the corner of her eye, glad that her and what looked like most of the other mages had gotten out safely from the beseiged Manor. There were a few missing but she would worry about them later, when she had secured the help and support of Spacefleet.
She nodded curtly to Fraze as she listened to his terms, suppressing a grin as she did so. Spacefleet's assistance was going to be a big help. "Thank you. Of course we shall assist you, although our resources are limited. That's why we need you. We need to fully co-operate."
The Archmage whirled around when she heard Hunty's voice. This could not be good. She doubted that the Pirate Captain would be as forthcoming with the information as Celestial was going to be but they were closer to Spacefleet and they represented the enemy. If they managed to lure the 'Fleeters to Jensen's side, the Mages and Dunbarrow stood no chance.
Thankfully, her fears were unfounded. Fraze was not tempted to the dark side and while she was not going to trust the 'Fleeters one hundred percent, she was going to put her trust in their support. The Archmage turned as casually as she could to the Pirates.
"Your...client took this kingdom away from its rightful rulers. You destroyed our home," Celestial empathetically gestured at the mages when she said the word 'our'. "What else are we supposed to do, roll over and quietly accept our fates? No. We will fight, rebels or not. Your client has made us that desperate."
She bowed to Fraze. "I am very thankful for your help and I hope that this will be our most fruitful exchange yet."
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