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 Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 6:34 pm
Silva rather then go find Erik was busy making an extreme effort to slaughter anything that remained on the field. Quel and her moved as one and any good horseman would know no horse could match or sustain their speed. Fortunately, none of the living were attacking her so she did not feel any concern for her oversight at present. After a few minutes she neared the group of living, she had not noticed the arrows. These Quel believed to be laced with some kind of flammable substance, which made him leery anytime they approached them.
Silva, after killing anything near them, pulled out the new Physic staff and healed a few of the wounded that the healers had not yet gotten to. She knew the army was probably exhausted and she was not willing to see anyone else die. As she and Valor were the lone wolves, the undead seem to congregate around them, probably thinking of them as easier targets. They soon learned to leave Valor alone and were turning on Silva and the army.
The undead did not bother Blacky, who found Vlaor pretty easily as Silva smelled like him. What Blacky did not expect was for him to be eaten by a dragon and said dragon poof into ash. The poor creature yelped loudly and backed away whimpering, turned tail and ran back to the pair. It was not til Quel narrowly avoided stepping on the pup did Silva realize he had returned. Valor was pretty easy to spot on the other side of the field, it donned on her that Blacky probably wouldn't like Valor. She looked to the undead and then to Blacky. "Sorry about your ears."
She whistled both high and long, as if she was going to summon Kahil from a distance. She was trying to draw the attention of the humans, she didn't want them murdering Blacky. "Go, protect the King... The guy that sort of smells like Erik but, is not." Off the pup ran down the field, ducking and dodging dead and living alive. Once he was at the King's side, he too began to fight back, pulling down the dead and then attempting to burn them. He was too young and only burn off parts of them. At best he was only a minor distraction to ones he engaged, unnoticed by the rest.
The dragons turned on Silva, as she was now the least threatening and most exposed. Quel bolted, racing over the land with two on this tail. Silva crouched low over his back realized they couldn't run long or risk leading them towards the populated areas. They had the center ground, Quel and her the outside. He pivoted, Silva saw one of them throw its head back and she pulled together her own light magic and gave it a blast of her white lightning.
Shockingly or perhaps not, her magic was amplified as it ran though the Lightbrand, hitting the first dragon with enough force to explode in dust. Then it leaped to the second, who also exploded in a dust cloud. The few remaining dragons high tailed out of there and decided to go inland more. Silva was quick to give chase after them, since she wanted no Civilians harmed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:18 pm
"How long do the fuses last, m'Lord?"
"Zey'll be goin' any sec-" There were several explosions, and then silence. Well, as much silence that could be had in a battlefield. Flames spread quickly amongst the undead army.
Valor was so occupied with wreaking havoc amongst the dead that he didn't notice Blacky. There was a monotonous feel to his battle- first he'd incinerate anything that came at him on the ground, then he'd turn his attention skyward and immolate any dragons. The only thing on the Spirit's mind was Mance's mention of The Thirteen.
"M'lord, what is THAT?" Garret's female captain of his personal guard shouted over the din of the battle, pointing at Blacky with her hooked lance.
"I dunno, but 'et us prey zat it is on our side," Garret replied, stabbing his sword into the ground to launch a few more arrow bombs into the chaos. He couldn't tell if they did any good, but at this point in time, anything was better than nothing.
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Shale Darksnow Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 3:45 pm
Eventually Blacky figured out that the humans would beat down some of the undead, from there he worked on burning them or at least charring them enough they didn't get up. The pup didn't know about the arrow bombs and he ran out to get an undead that had stumbled after taking an arrow. This arrow happened to be an explosive one and the pup was caught in the aftermath of the blast. It let out a yelp of surprise and fear, it was not used to being turned into a living fireball.
Running back towards the human he was supposed to be protecting he got blocked by one of the undead. He absorbed the fire that he was engulfed in and recycled it into a massive fire blast which, incinerated the skeleton quite quickly. It looked back to Garret panting, understanding it was Garret who was making the explosions. Blacky then started running though the fires, absorbing them and incinerating the dead. Several times he bolted between Garret's troops growling at undead and snapping at them while waiting for more fire.
Silva was running her magic through the sword now, allowing its own imbued magic to amplify her own. She was mastering the art of chain lightning and the field was thinning quite considerably between everyone's work. The battle seemed to be on the side of living, though Silva knew time was of the essence. All over Magvel the undead were spreading; all encompassing, consuming and likely never ending if the Thirteen were not stopped. Silva began to cut her way to Valor, she need to talk to him. She knew Erik would never agree with her decision, in fact he might just hate her for it.
"Valor." She pulled up, taking a few more undead out with her as she came. There seemed to be a range with her magic, as powerful as it was. "Valor, how long can you keep this up? I don't think Erik will be terribly pleased when I tell him that I have to go save the other countries. He is the Prince of Grado, he should be here... Not risking his life with me. This little skirmish is no victory, it was only a distraction. A prelude to a far bigger battle, I can feel it. King Garret needs him, even he must realize this. I know how much he wants to protects me, he never remembers his own safety and in something like this, his people need him and you."
Quel was watching the thinning undead and keeping an eye on Blacky. "No matter how much I wish it to be otherwise or want him by my side... His place is here. He's likely angry with you for helping me and probably angry with me for letting this happen and will be more ticked for this conversation. He doesn't need to die for this mess, he risked enough... Too much." Silva glanced into the blade's reflection. "I've taken enough from him as it is." Sheathing the blade she looked to Garret and the remains of his army. She had killed his Father, she never really bothered asking if he had any other family but Garret. She was alone, the skeleton had proved that. She only really had Erik, Lowen and the Pontifex left and was in no hurry to lose them.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 8:28 pm
"I approve of your courage, Silva. Go, I shall cleanse this battlefield of any remaining undead," Valor said with a nod. "You are correct; Erik is furious, but not because I am aiding you, but because he is not able to help you any more than he already has." He turned his attention to a dragon that was diving at them from the air. Flame burst from his hand and engulfed the dragon, sending it to the ground. "Have you any knowledge of The Thirteen? If my suspicion is correct, then one must be leading this army in Mance's absence."
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Shale Darksnow Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 9:41 pm
"The Thirteen are here? Impossible they're here thousands of years before their time. I cannot allow the world to end yet!" "Quel?" "The Thirteen Seekers shall be assembled at the end of time. You are one of them Silva or will be, your whole bloodline is. He cannot have brought you back to your time, Agwyn would never have allowed it. He must be wrong." The Cron sounded very concerned about this startling new development.
"Quel. Do you have any siblings?" "Of course I do but, not-" He turned to look in the direction Silva was looking. "He made thirteen Anhbas? One alone is enough to engulf the world in chaos. The Seekers were supposed to be the perfect killing machines after your deaths. The problem the Oracle did not foresee was that your natures, your humanity would be stronger then his magic. He lost control of them, they became existent on this plane with free will but, dead. The Anhbas are the perfect ones, I thought the Keeper had them sealed away in the Spire..."
"It's still watching us, especially Valor." "Valor as powerful as he is, is no threat. Their magic seal will suppress him, if Erik had a problem with Nosferatu, they have something even worse. Their dark drain is normally used to take the soul right from a person. Lore also says they have spells that will level a battlefield in minutes, never mind their summons. Raising the undead, leeching from the very essence of world itself. If you look under its mount; the grass is dead, the soil is drained of nutrients and the water that flows under us poisoned. They take the life right out where ever they go."
The rider and mount were starting at the pair, though their attention was more directed at Silva at this point. "Valor, please don't interfere with this. If anything happens to you or Erik... This world might just be in the greatest of danger with no one to stop it. Erik will keep an eye on Blacky, just don't let him bite anyone, magic seems to have no effect on these wounds. Mance's doing no doubt." She drew the Lightbrand, Quel dropped his form to gave him his magic back. "If it wasn't for Erik, I would have never touched my magic and died at least half a dozen times. He has helped more then he knows and still does."
Quel needed no encouragement. He leaped into battle as the Anhbas' hand glowed green for a moment and a shadow spear appeared, Silva and Quel raced over the land, her blade at ready. She could feel its seal as the magic became dimmed and almost impossible to call to her aid. She crouched over his withers, with no experience in even how to use a sword Silva was facing a difficult if considerably impossible battle. At least she had Quel. It's own Cron was bigger, probably stronger but, less agile and quick. She had confidence in her mount and the Grado army to kill off the remaining if she could keep its attention on her and not casting.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 4:12 pm
Valor harrumphed as he turned his back to Silva and the member of the Thirteen and turned his attention to the dwindling undead army. Far off to his left, Garret and his men were hacking the limbs and heads off of whatever Dead they found. To his right, the three remaining dragons and a small group of skeletons were charging across the blood soaked field in what looked like an attempt to catch the king's forces off guard. "Cowards," Valor mumbled, moving to intercept the group. Soon, they were bearing down upon him, and with a flick of a wrist, the dragons flew into ash. The skeletons vanished in a flash of fire.
Valor deemed his work finished. The flames that cracked across Erik's skin faded away, and the flaming orbs that acted as Valor's eyes flashed out of existence, leaving behind Erik's own eyes. "Silva? Where are you?" He spun around just in time to see her charge the Anhbas. "No!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 4:50 pm
The Anhbas looked intently at the lone rider, the foolish human they had been sent to kill. It's own mount turned and bore down on her and Quel. Silva's first attack completely missed and she nearly fell off Quel by overextending. The next thing she knew, the Cron of the Anhbas was fighting with Quel. It was a short match, it reared and she slashed at its legs as it kicked her right off, biting Quel's neck. She knew she would be feeling that later as the lance of the Anhbas rammed into her injured shoulder. Silva countered and stabbed at the thing, the blade bouncing off its bones. Quel ducked out from under the Cron, it stumbled and narrowly missed being crushed under it. Quel grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the beast as it rose and the rider settled.
She swung up, knowing she was terribly outmatched and it wasn't bothering with magic. Her blood seemed to make the duo more aggressive, Quel rearing and plunging to avoid the spear of the rider and the bites of the beast. More then once the Crons locked horns, leaving Silva to fend off the blows of the rider on her own. After about five minutes Silva had several new cuts to add to her shoulder and the Anhbas looked absolutely unharmed. Strangely enough, the Crons were dripping black blood. Silva began to realize that attacking the mount might be a wiser move. Her and Quel worked steadily, driving it back, she never realized how difficult waving around a sword could really be.
The Anhbas turned and the Cron planted its front hooves and kicked out with its back. The power this one had was enough to kick over Quel in mid stride, rolling over Silva. The sword went through Quel's shoulders, Quel wasn't even sure if Silva was alright. He rose, being careful to not step on her as best he could. He stood protectively over her and attempted to fend off the Anhbas, who knew victory was at hand now that the human was down. Quel had heard Erik, he suspected there was going to be trouble and a lot of it. The skirmish was theirs now, though the war had just begun.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:07 pm
Erik, though exhausted, still had enough magic in him to display his fury. He broke into a run, trailing a brilliant fire behind him. The fire was so intense that it turned the sand and dirt to glass.
"Leave her alone!" He roared, charging headlong at the Anhbas, oblivious to the fact that his magic would be suppressed. "Don't you touch her!" His foot caught on a rock and he stumbled, but before he could hit the ground he was able to find his footing.
Garret, having left his army to the remainder of the undead army, notched an arrow as he rode his galloping white horse straight at the Anhbas. He had no clue what was going on, save for the fact that whatever this creature was, it appeared to lead the army. When he was within proper distance, he loosed the arrow and quickly notched and fired several others in rapid succession.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:35 pm
The Anhbas who had been fighting Quel took notice of the other humans only when the first arrow hit it in the chest. It looked up, focusing its attention on Garret, whose next few arrows also found there marks. Nevertheless if they hurt it in the slightest, it was not showing it. Pulling the lance out of Quel, it charged towards Garret, the Cron stopping and rearing as the it hurled the shadow spear at him. The Cron pivoted as the Anhbas sensed the magic within the other human. Even though his magic was suppressed, it was concerned the man might attempt to heal its target. This would not be found acceptable and he must be dealt with, the other was a mere annoyance. The Ranger would not know how to kill it after all.
The Cron lunged forward as another spear formed up in its hand, bearing down on Erik it wanted no mistakes, the magical human would fall first. He felt the human's magic extinguish to a point it felt him to not be a threat. It pulled back, going to run Erik though until it found its mount rammed by Quel, throwing off its aim and missing. The Anhbas, angered by the Cron's interference for the last time, called up its own magic. The black chains erupted from the ground and lashed around the Cron, pulling it to the ground chaining it there. Quel struggled against the binds, trying not to endanger the sword. The Anhbas focused on Erik again, galloping over the ground pulling back the spear, he would not miss the human again not with his magic guiding it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:56 pm
Erik, having narrowly avoided the first lance, ducked and rolled along the ground, coming up right next to where Quel had been chained. His eyes were immediately drawn to the sword. As the Anhbas bore down upon him, he reached out to the hilt. "Sorry about this Quel. I don't know if it'll hurt you, but I have a feeling that if I don't block this next strike, I'll end up dying, and that probably won't be very good for anyone that currently lives," he said so quickly that the majority of the words blended together. He pulled on the blade, moving to block the magic spear and save his life.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:21 pm
Quel laying on the ground served as a double blessing, not only did Erik help him a little by pulling out the sword, Quel managed to trip the other Cron with a well placed kick. The duo wiped out, the Cron coming down hard on its right side, almost scraping off its rider. It staggered back up, the momentarily disarmed Anhbas pulling together its magic to turn back on the humans. "The skull or the spine Erik, the longer this goes on the more likely you will be killed." In truth the Cron just wanted it dead so he could be free, if he'd had his magic these chains would not have been a problem. A third lance appeared and the duo turned on Erik, realizing it might have just underestimated this one's will to live. No matter, he would still die. It still was surprised the target was, that would be fixed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:29 pm
Erik held the sword in his hands and thought back to all those times Garret had tried to teach him the basics. "Ye'll need vem one day," he'd say after Erik flat out refused. The irony wasn't lost on him.
"Heh, this is kinda heavy," he mumbled, using two hands to swing the blade side to side. While he didn't actively participate in the swordplay, he did watch as the soldiers trained. "Skull or spine, eh?" Erik lurched forward, swinging the blade wildly at the Anhbas' head, hoping to hit something.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 9:59 pm
You could have sworn the Anhbas had laughed at this display of swordsmanship, though it was difficult to know the truth. It used its own spear to block the poor attack grabbed Erik by the throat, tossing him away from his Cron. They charged forward, going to trample Erik when Silva's shrill whistle made them stop and turn for her. "Not Erik." She glared at it, armed only with the Dakria. It was clear from how her right side looked several of her ribs had been broken, she knew there was probably a bit of internal damage, she didn't care. She owed too much to Erik for her to give up now, he'd gone through worse. "Come on! If you want me, you'll have to hurry!" There was no way she could ever flee a fight like this, she needed it to come after her and so to hopefully away from Erik.
"I see what she is doing Prince Erik. If it turns on her, it will be exposed. Drawing its focus on her should allow you to stab it if you are fast enough. If you are not...Quel didn't bother to finish that statement as the Anhbas was already going after her. The others were worthless after all, once she was finished there was nothing to be concerned about. Silva tensed, preparing to get out of the way if need be. She was putting a lot on Erik now, something she had hoped would not happen. All of this had gotten out of her control so quickly it frightened her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 10:15 pm
Erik coughed as he pushed himself up off of the ground and reached for the sword, only to find it missing. He scrambled to his feet and frantically began searching for it, only to be knocked off his feet by a white horse rushing past him.
With a roar, Garret plunged the gleaming blade into the back of the Anhbas' skull. "Dat vas vor ze people of Grado!" He yelled, pulling the magical blade free and attempting to kick the Anhbas from his Cron.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 10:41 pm
Garret was only successful in kicking a pile of dust, the bones turned back into a pile of black liquid and dust. The liquid ran back into the ground and the Cron kick and bucked until the dust was blown off into the wind. After shaking off the dust it took the form of Garret's own horse, attempting to blend in and failing. It too was rather grateful for its freedom.
Silva meanwhile was absolutely shocked by a lot of things happening at once. Though she was completely grateful for the rescue and the slaying of one of the thirteen, she was worried for them all. Garret was one of the few that knew how to use a sword as a sword. Both she and Erik were magic casters. Silva relied on the magic of the sword to make up for her lack of skills, this clearly would not work. There was still twelve of them and probably massive armies of undead by now. She attempted to toss it all aside to find Erik, her concern only for him now.
Quel, now free, got up and shook off the feeling of the chains before walking over to Silva. He was more worried about her then Erik, though he was strongly impressed by the other human. This weighs heavily on your mind does it not? "It matters little Quel, there is much to be done and so little to do it with." She reached up and attempted to mount, the stabbing pain that caused her made her reconsider doing such a thing. "Thank you Garret." She wasn't just thanking him for saving her life either but, for the hundreds, if not thousands of others he had protected by defeating just that one.
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