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Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:07 pm
by Alera Tai'var
Zylan japped Mieijha sharply in the side with his cane. "Shush you! They don't know about it!" he whispered. "Trust me."

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:08 pm
by justindustries
"Oww." She remarked offhandedly. "Lay off the beatings, young man." she growled. "I may be a patient elf, but that doesn't mean I won't turn my kiss into a bite." She shook her head. This was no time to be fighting amongst themselves. Myel-Elina was hurt. Mieijha scooted to Myel's side and pulled the arrow out gingerly. She began to immediately treat the wound with her medicinal knowledge. "Sorry for pulling it out without warning, Myel." Mieijha smiled. "I'll have you bandaged and better in no time."

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:09 pm
by Alera Tai'var
"Then how about this? Elainne and I fight. Mieijha can stay and care for Lady Myel while I aid Elainne. Those men want a fight they think they can win, and I'm inclined to give it to them. Besides, I'm no fool." Zylan twisted his cane handle slightly and pulled, showing a glint of metal hidden inside. "I've known my way around combat for years. And if the skill scares them, my old age and obvious disadvantage will make up for it. What say you both?" he asked, looking to both Al and Elainne.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:09 pm
by Myel-Elina
Myel-Elina grimed. Unintentionally? Well, it’s really not my day of luck! The bad feeling had strangely disappeared as soon as the arrow was shot, and she felt comforted despite of the hurt. Her shoulder made her suffer, and she had not the endurance to hide it, but she tried to smile to Mieijha.

“Thank you, Mieijha” She told in a murmur. “I almost believed no one noticed my hurt, but you have a real gift for healing.” She walked with pain to her companions and took a deep breath. “Master Al’Elazuul is right, Elainne can fight. And she must fight alone. I don’t see how she could loose and, furthermore, what you all see as her weakness could be her greater quality in that fight. I entirely trust Elainne and Al for this struggle.” What a pity I can’t write now! I'll have to remember it well! The knight and his squire facing each three ruffians!

“Oh, by the way, can you tell me who the shooter is? I may unintentionally hit my fist into his skull…”

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:09 pm
by OokeStoneskull
Sara giggled at the comment Myel made. “ I say then let Elainne have her fun, and if they try anything we’ll bring them all down.” Sara said drawing her bow and an two arrows.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:11 pm
by Barbarian Barbie
OOC: Myel, a little something you need to know about fights in this game. Generally, it's a moderator in the thread who brings in an enemy, and it was Al's responsibility to introduce them. We worked your post in to the story, but keep that in mind.

IC: It seemed everyone was for Elainne to fight the brigands, though Zylan was practically begging to fight in her stead. The barbarian frowned, nearly pouting. She would love the chance to fight them, or take on the challenge herself. Usually, she was the only woman in parties, and assumed the weakest. Oh, how she loved proving people wrong. However, here, she was one of the obvious strong warriors.

"I agree with Mieijha," Aroal said, though she sounded disappointed. "Elainne is a squire and this is good training. While I would love to kick their asses myself, I believe it would be a sting to their pride if a young girl were to defeat them. I don't doubt her ability, and Mieijha, if you could watch out for her with your spirit magic, I believe we could keep her from serious harm."

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:12 pm
by Mana Link
Al clapped Elainne on the shoulder. "Well, it's up to you then, Elainne." He smacked her in the back of the head. "There you go." he yelled to the brigands. "I've weakened her for you so that your men have a chance."

Elainne rubbed the back of her head and moved forward. She stopped beside Zylanthian and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry. You can have the next ones, I promise." She walked past him and chose three of the strongest looking of the brigands. "They will do." She stated.

The men drew their swords and smiled cruelly. There was no way that this young girl could possibly take on the three of them, at once to boot. They flanked her, a typical strategy for mercenaries and thieves alike. Elainne shifted her stance to ready for the first attack. She had always fought one on one with master Al, but this would be a good challenge for her, as he saw.

Still in the scabbard, Elainne flung her sword from her side, breaking the arm at the midpoint between the wrist and the elbow of the one to her left, she spun into her swing, going low with her left hand she grabbed a handful of dirt and flung it into the face of the attacker on her left. The momentary movement of the armored girl caught the three men off guard, and to drive home her great flurry, she leapt at the last of the attackers, bouldering him over with her shoulder. Elainne, though rather light herself, with her armor on, was enough to knock the wind out of the unsuspecting man. She rolled to her knee and rose to her feet.

"Taa-dah." she announced. "Victory goes to..." she stopped in mid speach to block an incomming arrow. "Well, then. I guess there is more to do for a little squire."

The bandit leader grinned. "You were to fight barehanded. You forfeit your victory."

Al shook his head. "No, the rules were: 'we were unable to draw our swords'. She stuck to the rules. Thus she won." He walked closer to the leader, the man from Flaim put his hand on his sword. "Of course, one of your men firing upon her from the sidelines is in direct violation of the game."

Elainne's face went pale. "Master...don't draw your sword. It's okay. He missed."

Al's hand was far quicker than Elainne's voice. The bandit leader lay on the ground, cleaved in two. The dark sword pulsed it's evil aura over the battle field. The sword had tasted blood again, but it was far from satiated. Al growled like a wild animal and threw himself into the fray, hacking and slashing feeding the blood to his unholy blade.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:12 pm
by Alera Tai'var
If Zylan could open his eyes, they would be wide. "That..." It was clear now. He didn't have to guess at what could be bothering the knight anymore. This wasn't good at all, but he was inclined to let Al go if it meant a quick end to the conflict. Old Lord Baratoice ducked down low, unable to keep track of so much noise. So, he concentrated.

~Now!~

Two gigantic wolves burst from the grass, bolting around the bandits. The wolves knew what to do. The ranged warriors were their targets. Both swung around with an extra burst of speed, charging into a leaping tackle. Their powerful jaws went straight for the necks of their targets. They would die in seconds.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:12 pm
by Barbarian Barbie
Aroal watched Al's attack, but it was his sword that caught her attention. She could see the dark aura about it. What was a knight doing with something so evil? Was that the root of his temper from the night before? She would have to worry about it later.

The barbarian was tempted to jump into the fight with Al, under the guise of getting Elainne out, but someone had to protect the weaker members of the party. Aroal drew out her axes and placed herself between the bandits and the rest of her party.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:13 pm
by Myel-Elina
OOC : I'm sorry, next time I'll patiently wait!

IC : Myel-Elina took her dagger in her hand. Her wound made her suffer and she didn't feel like she was in the right place. Then she noticed Al's dark blade and the strange behaviour of the knight.

The scene terrified her, but it also awoke Myel-Elina's natural curiosity. "What's happening here?" She murmured.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:15 pm
by justindustries
Mieijha felt the dark pressence once again, Al had drawn his sword. There was little she could do now, her own spirits under her command were too frightened to come out with the dark aura emminating from Al's sword. Oh father, what would you do...? she asked silently. Midau was a shaman like her, only stronger, older and more responsive. Mieijha was shaking, the aura was stronger than it was the day before. Al would be sharp and cruel tonight. She saw that the last time that he drew the sword. She knew that the fight wouldn't end until the blade had it's fill. The dark spirit inside it wanted the deaths of all that stood in Al's way. It was cruel and twisted, turning a good man into a demon of the battle field. Mieijha fell to her knees and covered her head. She couldn't concentrate with Al's sword being in such close proximity.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:15 pm
by Barbarian Barbie
The bandits were focused on Al hacking through them, and Aroal didn't want to get close to that sword. She feared it could make him as uncontrollable as a berserker. Sheathing her axes only momentarily, Aroal dropped the bundle of spears from her shoulder and drew one out. They weren't as reliable as a bow and arrows, but Aroal liked them.

Spinning around with the spear in hand, she gained enough momentum, then chucked the spear upwards, so that it fell ino the bandits. It impaled a man in the middle of the crowd through the chest. She hoped Sara would take up her bow as well.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:17 pm
by Mana Link
Elainne drew her sword in a hurry and cut her way back towards the horses. She was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, master Al succumbing to the curse even further, but it was too late for that now. She got back to the others, and propped up Mieijha. "Mieijha, listen to me. Now is the perfect time to cast a spell. Any spell will do." She shook the larger elf woman to bring her back to the world. "Any spell, you hear me?" Elainne turned her head to Zylanthian when Mieijha continued to huddle. "You can cast spells, right master Zylanthian? Please do. It doesn't matter how trite the spell. The sword doesn't like magic."

Al bathed in the gore and carnage he ensued. Many of the bandits sought to flee from the man possessed, but few that got within his arc saw much more than the dark blade cutting down their allies. With all the revelry, the chaos and carnage, the dark blade was gorging on the essenses of those it slew. This is perfect. It roared in Al's subconscious. Not since the war have we fed like this! Death to all that come before me.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:17 pm
by Alera Tai'var
When Elainne turned to Zylanthian, he was already casting, before she even said a word. "Forces of nature, fuel of life, I merge my will with thine! Shatter the grip of unnatural forces on this man's victimized existence!" Magic ripples around the man, coarsing across his body as he spoke. With the last word, the magic tore through the air, dead on for the sword that caused so much harm. The power careened into the sword's presence in the hopes of breaking its hold on the user.

Re: En Route to Dragon Scale (Archive Repost)

Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 6:18 pm
by Mana Link
Though it wasn't enough to break the curse, the pressence within the sword retreated, allowing Al to sheathe his unholy weapon. Unfortunately, the damage was already done. Those that were around Al immediately were in peices, those that weren't fled for their lives, and rightfully so. Covered in the gore he himself created, he turned to his travelling companions and put on a false smile. "Well, it seems I went a little overboard here." He bound the sword within it's scabbard once again, in hopes that it wouldn't try to use his mind and body again.

Elainne rushed to her master's side. With her armored hand she slapped him across the face, crying as she did so. She fell into his chest sobbing fanatically, unable to make much sense in the older knight's arms. With the shock of Elainne's sudden explosion of anger behind him, Al wrapped his arms around his youthful squire. "I'm sorry." He said softly. He threw his right gauntlet to the ground so he could stroke her head. "Hush now, I'm sorry you had to see that."

Al held Elainne there, in ground zero of the massacre that he started. His companions surely knew about his sword and his curse. There was no turning back now. In the silence of the aftermath, the knight and his squire stood in embrace, the older comforting the younger. There was no one there for Al when this sword first made him slaughter all those years ago in the war, but Elainne had Al to lean on, to learn from, and to draw strength and wisdom from. That was the extent of their relationship. Teacher to student, although, in that tender moment of their embrace perhaps more was visible to the onlookers than to the two embraced.