The Lavorin
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: ?
Physical Description: The Lavorin is a great black and red dragon, at approximately twenty meters tall, fire commonly erupting from its blackened snout. Its eyes glowed red, its scales like onyx plates with sharp edges.
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 9:49:44 GMT -8
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Post by The Lavorin on Mar 3, 2016 17:40:58 GMT -8
The disruptions to the local leylines are short-lived as Freyja's balancing presence cancels out the disruption. The Moon Goddess herself seems to have stepped in and prevented the land's disruption, given the stake she has in preserving the magical balance, mystical figure as she is. She looks up into the sky and then back down to Reynald, nodding slowly. It's been a while since her last awakening, so her social skills are a little rusty. "Mm. Greetings, Reynald. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must stop that creature before it gets too close, and falls under the protection of the enemy's anti-dragon defences. Hopefully I will return to assist your ground forces before it is too late," says that soft, musical voice. Then, the woman floats into the air above the buildings and, with a bright silver flash, turns into that glorious white dragon again, flying up to meet Lavorin high in the sky. Raising her claws in a defensive manner, she begins to charge her breath ability. As she does, she speaks. "What are you?" she asks, her voice strangely loud despite its soft tones, overpowering the whipping winds that are inevitable at this altitute, "and why do you serve this evil?" Freyja's presence was another powerful one, but it would not be enough to rebalance the manasphere entirely--the disruptions were due to an inordinately large draw on the local energy, and the beast continued to pull power to itself, flying towards the city in a straighter line as Freyja's presence deterred a slower and more calculative approach. The white dragon received no response by the time she got near enough to communicate, and by that point it was bolting towards the city at the fastest velocity that left it maneuverable. Near enough to see from New Brimiarde before Freyja even arrived, it would be upon the town's airspace in no time, essentially ignoring her as it threatened to fly just overhead without even so much as a glance of recognition.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 3, 2016 17:55:30 GMT -8
The main gate to the city had been forced open, and Goraian troops filed in. Quickly they entered, taking cover behind walls and clutter if possible. Even if they came under fire once entering the city proper, they'd not move into the settlement beyond the gatehouse. Their operations would be slow and methodical; none wanted to rush into the town and be overwhelmed by dug-in defenders. Military hardware was inched closer to the city, a greater array of catapults and trebuchets built and stockpiled by Medan's long-standing siege workshop reached their positions just outside the walls, staggered so as not to present any predictable lines.
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Freyja, Lady of the Moon
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 1839
Physical Description: When she's in her true form, Freyja is a huge white dragon, her scales shimmering in the moonlight. Her body is sleek and powerful, and some of her scales literally glow with a silvery blue light when exposed to moonlight, particularly a set of crescent-shaped markings under her eyes and along her underbelly. All in all, she's a beautiful dragoness. Her voice is light and ethereal, almost seeming to echo within one's mind.
Her human form is tall and elegant, with long, white, almost glowing hair and alabaster skin, as well as deep silver eyes with slit pupils that examine the world with an aura of calm and elegance. However, much of the time outside her dragon form, she's clad in a suit of draconic armour, four horns pointing up from a steel great helm to complete the effect. The armour is rather androgynous, so many think she is a male until she speaks.
Armour:
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Clothes and Equipment: ============
She possesses no equipment in her draconic state, but in human form she usually wears a suit of thick, yet impossibly light horned plate armour and wields a long, two-handed blade that glows as if forged from pure moonlight.
Registered: Feb 29, 2016 21:32:07 GMT -8
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Post by Freyja, Lady of the Moon on Mar 3, 2016 18:00:05 GMT -8
More of the Moon Goddess' energy is devoted to rebalancing the manasphere, entirely canceling out the magical draw now that the entity has a clear idea of how much rebalancing would be required. Meanwhile, Freyja glares at the flying serpent, disgusted by his insolence. She'll make him listen.
She finishes charging her breath ability, and as she opens her mouth, a wide, powerful beam of energy explodes from her, as if the Moon's light has been concentrated a thousand times and focused into a deadly, searing beam. The phase of the moon is a waxing gibbous, she notes, which means the beam is just under full power. Still, the attack is rather impressive. Freyja shoots after the other dragon once her beam dissipates, matching its speed.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 3, 2016 18:04:01 GMT -8
Not having much time to think, Keizhi reluctantly turns to him, and eventually she finds herself practically jogging behind a stranger who took her through a cluttered back alley. "What--... where are we going?? What's going on?" "No time to explain! Quick!" He dashed through the alleyway, approached a large manor, and slipped in through the door. It was here he slowed down, quietly latching the oaken front door behind him. "The Goraians are attacking. We have to get you out of here. They appear concentrated around the gates, so I think I might know another way out," he said. "I'm not expecting any miracles, but one could happen..." He fumbled around behind portraits and exquisite paintings, feeling for a switch. It had been awhile since he'd been in here.
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 3, 2016 18:09:37 GMT -8
Deeper in the city, Morgana Greyspear, daughter of a lesser noble family, runs through the lines with her cape billowing behind her. Five men follow, armed with the same well made steel leaf-bladed spears and enchanted steel round shields with the Greyspear insignia painted upon them. Even as they jog, they do so as a cohesive unit, the six warriors having known each other and trained with one another since birth.
Finally, Morgana reaches her mark, the place where Reynald Armand stands, and falls to a knee reverently, her companions following suit. "Sir," she hisses out, barely loud enough to break the deathly silence that's fallen over the square, "my Greyspear warriors and I stand at the ready. I apologise for my tardiness, it was...difficult to get here unscathed."
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The Lavorin
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: ?
Physical Description: The Lavorin is a great black and red dragon, at approximately twenty meters tall, fire commonly erupting from its blackened snout. Its eyes glowed red, its scales like onyx plates with sharp edges.
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 9:49:44 GMT -8
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Post by The Lavorin on Mar 3, 2016 18:13:47 GMT -8
More of the Moon Goddess' energy is devoted to rebalancing the manasphere, entirely canceling out the magical draw now that the entity has a clear idea of how much rebalancing would be required. Meanwhile, Freyja glares at the flying serpent, disgusted by his insolence. She'll make him listen. She finishes charging her breath ability, and as she opens her mouth, a wide, powerful beam of energy explodes from her, as if the Moon's light has been concentrated a thousand times and focused into a deadly, searing beam. The phase of the moon is a waxing gibbous, she notes, which means the beam is just under full power. Still, the attack is rather impressive. Freyja shoots after the other dragon once her beam dissipates, matching its speed. Freyja would have to aim after it; it had built up such a tremendous speed partially from its expectation of attack. While it did not stop to address the moon dragon, it was far from being unaware of her presence. Goading her into attack with its beeline for the city, the almost perfectly straight line it took changed suddenly, the beast's wings angling it into a radical change in trajectory that tore it from the beam's path. That she charged or prepared for an attack instantaneously after its lack of cooperation was a predictable strategy that it sought to both bait and then evade. Meanwhile, while Freyja both simultaneously drew power to herself while seeking to disrupt its own draw, its effort continued, and while potentially hampered, the signature of the beast's power only continued to grow stronger as it soared over the city walls.
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Reynald Armand
Established
Order of the Blue Star Riders, Commander
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 31
Physical Description: Buff, grizzled and with matted brown hair. The commander is often seen in public in his armor, or after training sessions.
Clothes and Equipment: Expertly crafted armor of an odd blue metal, the end of a deep blue cape flowing beneath a magnificent kite shield.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Jun 11, 2015 19:56:27 GMT -8
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Post by Reynald Armand on Mar 3, 2016 18:42:32 GMT -8
Deeper in the city, Morgana Greyspear, daughter of a lesser noble family, runs through the lines with her cape billowing behind her. Five men follow, armed with the same well made steel leaf-bladed spears and enchanted steel round shields with the Greyspear insignia painted upon them. Even as they jog, they do so as a cohesive unit, the six warriors having known each other and trained with one another since birth. Finally, Morgana reaches her mark, the place where Reynald Armand stands, and falls to a knee reverently, her companions following suit. "Sir," she hisses out, barely loud enough to break the deathly silence that's fallen over the square, "my Greyspear warriors and I stand at the ready. I apologise for my tardiness, it was...difficult to get here unscathed." "You all with me, then," he said. His heart pounded. He was completely put on the spot. He knew the city well, but had no maps with which he could strategize. Maps would mean little to newcomers anyways, as all the street signs in the already confusing city had been swapped around, one sign might point to a road in an intersection that was labelled differently in the next intersection. Troops positioned themselves within buildings, archers atop walls and towers--New Brimiarde had extensive inter-city defensive infrastructure, and while snipers had poor visibility to some districts, they'd be deadly in their own vicinities. He began moving towards the gate. They were the most experienced, most hardened troops. Their presence was required for morale, and it was the battle that might ensue at the gate that'd be the most dramatic and horrid.
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 3, 2016 19:08:18 GMT -8
Morgana nods and jogs behind Reynald, her brothers following with spears at the ready. Their hearts pound too, but with a different sort of anticipation. An eagerness, a readiness for battle. Their faces are twisted into grim determination, their eyes filled with fervor.
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Reynald Armand
Established
Order of the Blue Star Riders, Commander
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 31
Physical Description: Buff, grizzled and with matted brown hair. The commander is often seen in public in his armor, or after training sessions.
Clothes and Equipment: Expertly crafted armor of an odd blue metal, the end of a deep blue cape flowing beneath a magnificent kite shield.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Jun 11, 2015 19:56:27 GMT -8
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Post by Reynald Armand on Mar 3, 2016 19:27:20 GMT -8
Reynald and Morgan would join a line of rebel levies, their armor mismatched and disheveled, often sporting no armor at all. Rudimentary shields of wood and tarnished metal were held in their right hands, spears in their right. They formed a wall.. but the wall was some distance down the street, forcing the Goraians to march towards their position if they wanted to get in.
A couple battlemages had just finished doing something just before the battle line, and they fell back behind the ranks and went elsewhere.
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Kazekaza
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 3, 2016 19:34:29 GMT -8
Meanwhile, at the gate, Kazekaza took his first step into the city with an arrogant, exaggerated stride, as though to say that which his boot had landed upon was all his. With this, he tugged Lamina hard. His figure began to glow pink with mana, pulling stray energies from the leylines. "Okay, girlie! Show them that new power of yours!"
He undid her neck shackle, and dropped the chain loudly to the ground.
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 3, 2016 19:40:54 GMT -8
Morgana and her Greyspear warriors are clearly elites among the rabble. The men join the shield wall, making a space near the first rank and crouching down. A nearly invisible ripple of energy springs to life before the shield wall. Any who can sense magic will quickly notice that the inherent magical energy in the air around the transparent field is nullified, a sudden drop in pressure that makes one's ears pop accompanying it.
House Greyspear may be a minor noble house, but they're known for their high-quality antimagic equipment. There will be none of that unless they can get past the wall of spears and shields.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 3, 2016 19:49:10 GMT -8
The Goraians began marching forth. Two low-level Goraian battlemages led the march into the city, down the first main street. Heavy defensive troops lined the sides of their column, as they expected ambushes from the numerous side alleys as they made their way towards their first (probably one of many) opposing formations. The battlemages began to charge, as troops at the formation's fore wheeled in three small scorpion ballistae. More would be on the way, but the streets would be packed. Some Goraian divisions went down smaller side routes...
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Post by The Council of Medan on Mar 3, 2016 20:46:20 GMT -8
As they marched, a few traps would go off underfoot--magic could be used to enchant objects, and those objects be made to explode. The first among Goraia's ranks would eventually trigger the mana mines, surely causing some damage and a psychological scare, as those directly upon them were almost surely likely to die.
Archers popped their bows from windows and let loose harassing fire that served only to scatter their attention. From the ground level, some of Goraia's defectors, heavily armored professional troops bearing halberds, acted as shock troops that ambushed from the flanks, causing a disturbance that gave way to a torrent of levies, who followed afterwards with little armor, crude spears, shields, and occasionally swords. It wasn't until the first advancing Goraian unit was partway up the main avenue when the trap was sprung. Were there gaps in between their units, they'd be utilized in an effort to surround the vanguard.
(How many Goraian troops are in this scene right now? I am referring to this street fight, the advancing force so to say.)
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Keizhi
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 19
Physical Description: Blue eyes, long purple hair, and an average sized body.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a wide assortment of enchanted dresses, though often seen in plain black or frilly whites.
Registered: Feb 27, 2016 22:51:27 GMT -8
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Post by Keizhi on Mar 3, 2016 21:00:01 GMT -8
"No time to explain! Quick!" He dashed through the alleyway, approached a large manor, and slipped in through the door. It was here he slowed down, quietly latching the oaken front door behind him. "The Goraians are attacking. We have to get you out of here. They appear concentrated around the gates, so I think I might know another way out," he said. "I'm not expecting any miracles, but one could happen..." He fumbled around behind portraits and exquisite paintings, feeling for a switch. It had been awhile since he'd been in here. Keizhi keeps up with Destrin, even though she didn't even know his name yet. He seemed to be fumbling for some sort of switch. She began to help him. She could hear the sounds of strife in distant streets, growing ever nearer.
"What are we looking for? Please tell me where we're going.."
She repeated her question, though mainly absent-mindedly in the fright of the moment.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 3, 2016 21:12:44 GMT -8
Meanwhile, at the gate, Kazekaza took his first step into the city with an arrogant, exaggerated stride, as though to say that which his boot had landed upon was all his. With this, he tugged Lamina hard. His figure began to glow pink with mana, pulling stray energies from the leylines. "Okay, girlie! Show them that new power of yours!" He undid her neck shackle, and dropped the chain loudly to the ground. On command, a fiery translucent aura began to emanate from her diminutive figure, wind radiating outwards from her body, ruffling her long brown hair, which likely was no longer tied in her ornate side-knot but left to hang freely past her shoulders, the hem of the pink dress that they had forced her to wear whipping in the artificial breeze. She arrived with a mortuary sword on her left hip, hooksword on the other, both clasped to her small hip with a black thread of thick twine...
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 3, 2016 21:53:03 GMT -8
Morgana and her brothers in arms bang their gauntlets holding their spears against their shields, calling out a battle cry, over and over. Though they're the only ones, soon the entire first rank begins to emanate this, the Greyspear warriors whipping the rebels up into a fervor. Many had seemed unsure before, but something about the rush of battle caused by Morgana's yells strengthens their resolve.
Morgana glares at the young warrior that's been leveled against them. That would be her target. She's not certain who it is just yet, but she knows by the way the enemy throws her into battle that she's a magical weapon--one that would soon meet her steel spear.
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Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Mar 3, 2016 21:53:24 GMT -8
Standing near Lamina but as an insignificant grunt, Wedge was nevertheless put in one of the many small teams that the Goraian force had broken into. The vanguard of roughly 100 troops had gone in first, meeting the resistance they knew they would. They came under ambush and ran into traps, but during that time the Goraians were readying their counter-offensive. Urban combat was highly unpredictable, with nooks and crannies and twists and turns, placing much emphasis on individual and small-scale initiative and skill. The Medanese were intimately familiar with fighting in cities. Wedge secretly hoped he would see Lamina go free somehow. His heart ached when he saw her, realizing what she had been through and how even her appearance had been transformed.
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Reynald Armand
Established
Order of the Blue Star Riders, Commander
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 31
Physical Description: Buff, grizzled and with matted brown hair. The commander is often seen in public in his armor, or after training sessions.
Clothes and Equipment: Expertly crafted armor of an odd blue metal, the end of a deep blue cape flowing beneath a magnificent kite shield.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Jun 11, 2015 19:56:27 GMT -8
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Post by Reynald Armand on Mar 3, 2016 22:01:28 GMT -8
Reynald is with Morgana. His sword is drawn, and he calls out in a battle cry. He knows they will be hit very hard when the Goraians reach the line, but the attacks on their flanks should serve to weaken their morale, counterbalancing against their more professional origins.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 3, 2016 22:17:30 GMT -8
(100 troops in the vanguard. Behind, an increasingly large attack body is splintering into small teams of 3-4 individuals. Their numbers are difficult to discern at this time.)
The traps exploded. Many of the Goraians scattered ranks, a ripple going through a crowd that didn't have many other places to go. Yet their resolve is firm. The most hardened of troops comprised of the vangard. They weren't always necessarily the most skilled, but their resolve and later, their bodies, would set a firm example to the army behind them. Yet it would be long before the vanguard began to fall. They fought hard against the ambushes they prepared themselves for. A few would fall to arrows, others to rebels at their flanks. Yet still they pressed onward, reinforced by the ever expanding body of troops behind them, which was splintered into task forces of 3-4, many of which simply rushed in to aid the vanguard and provide it momentum.
The two mages, having charged their spells, unleashed fireballs at the line of rebel troops that had formed. The Goraian vanguard hadn't reached them yet, but were due to any moment. Hopefully, the fireballs would come of some use.
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Kazekaza
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 3, 2016 22:30:51 GMT -8
Kazekaza continues charging, expecting Lamina to be doing the same. He goes up to her.
"Alright! Draw your blades, you have work to do! But focus! You're not there yet. Keep drawing on your power... yeeeessss... that's it... uwa ha ha ha! Now, follow that man into the city depths and then go raise hell! Find and kill them all!"
He pointed at Wedge in an exaggerated manner, his rapier quivering in his outstretched right arm.
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