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 5, 2016 10:08:36 GMT -8
(So like...is that saying I can't do it because of noise? Cuz I don't care about noise at this point. :P)
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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 5, 2016 10:15:53 GMT -8
(The stealth kills weren't really feasible, nor really leaning out the window for an attack. But what Destrin did is difficult to evade.)
The Goraians went for the front door and tried to open it up. If it was unlocked, it'd swing open, making way for six of them who did not immediately enter but stood at a distance to see exactly who was inside and what was going on. The guard outside of Destrin's window was already spinning in place to join the others, but he met a very merciless and brutal end--the cold, thin steel of the rapier struck through his throat and out the other side. Blood spurted towards the protruding tip of the sword as he reached for his throat, gargling, his face going sheet white in panic and pain as he slumped forward, never again to arise. The guard outside the other window would have been sufficiently alerted enough to spin around as the window opened. He'd back up, should he see hands or arms reaching for him with a blade. He'd draw his own sword but not quickly enough to attack back. "We're under attack!" He yelled, though the Goraians were essentially mobilized now to the cause.
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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 5, 2016 10:27:37 GMT -8
Unfortunately for the Goraians, Morgana had put all her weight and that of the other shield brother guarding the door upon it, leaning back against it with their blades drawn. It will take much more than a simple push to open the door, as both of the guarding soldiers are above average in strength. Unfortunately, the warriors in the window are forced to pull back without their quarry as the guardsmen turn about, and simply go about keeping the windows blocked, switching their short swords out for their spears and waiting for men to try and jump through to their death. "You're outnumbered and outclassed, Goraian," she says aside to Wedge, hoping dearly that Vald is as strong as he looks, "you may as well give up now."
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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 5, 2016 10:39:33 GMT -8
Wedge seemed to be maintaining his distance, as only the tip of the sword would have cut into Vald's clavicle. Vald was expecting an attack, and so he side-stepped to his right (away from the vertical attack). His next move was to rush forward, while Wedge was dealing with the recoil of the swinging bastard sword. As he rushed forward, Vald would try to use his heavier weight and larger size to wrap his arms around Wedge and tackle to cause him to fall backwards, and maybe onto his back. Such a maneuver made sense; Wedge had made a gentle attack to Vald's left clavicle at a distance, and Vald went right, coming in for a bear-hug. But it was as Wedge intended--Vald had been goaded into action by his light, half-hearted strike. As his blade did not have the sort of inertia of a full-on swing, he pivoted in place, twisting to face the opponent who went in diagonally to his left side. The bear hug would have subdued him had he allowed it to happen, but with Vald's arms outstretched, his counter-clockwise turn coupled with a tug on his sword, pulling a gentle feather cut to a full-blown horizontal swipe with the torque of his pivot. The target of his adjusted, full-powered swipe? The side of the left knee, and should it strike in such close quarters, Wedge would position the crossguard of his sword so that the quillon protruded uncomfortably against any such tackle or advance, even as one of the soldiers behind him swooped in to intervene. Should Vald continue to try to muscle him, the opposing soldier would come in from Vald's right side with a thrust of his sword to the corresponding kidney. (We should probably wait for a post from players Lamina, and Warden Sherwood, before continuing.)
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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 5, 2016 19:39:26 GMT -8
The most immediate disturbance was Wedge and his two troops that burst through the floor trap and engaged Vald. Caught in the moment, Lamina acted without hesitation--without thinking--shoving off her left foot into a dash for Vald's backside. Vald had Wedge almost pinned against the right side of the trap door exit, but coming up from the other side of the scuffle (from where Lamina approached) was one of Wedge's soldiers. The cold steel of the mortuary sword's point dashed in with a swift downward swipe to forcefully beat down the foible of the soldier's blade , forcing it from its trajectory to what would have been Vald's right side.
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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 5, 2016 22:07:24 GMT -8
Destrin leans back from the window, the tip of his sword bloodied from the soldier he had just slain. Instantly, he went for the front door, standing behind it as the others braced it shut, positioning as backup for what seemed to be an inevitable encounter. The door, if the cottage was old and rickety, would eventually give in. Hopefully, taking out that guard freed the two others who were at the window with him to take different positions.
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Mar 6, 2016 7:25:34 GMT -8
Varan were born to fight, and so whenever a challenge presented itself, they took it. Vald was no different. If anything, he was a living example of that truth. Of course 'living' might very well end up being 'dead'. But that matter in the heat of the moment; Vald's scuffle with Wedge had left the aggressive and unrelenting Varan in a precarious situation. The edge of Wedge's steel sliced open Vald's left knee. It was a certain injury, and it would need to be tended to after the fight - assuming he was still alive - but at least his iron shin-guards prevented it from cutting even deeper. Still, the pain was felt, and Vald let out a vicious roar. When Varan got hurt, they didn't take time to think about it - they just got more pissed off and they usually blocked out the pain. Some of the more younger, less-disciplined Varan did this through anger, but the more experienced Varan did so because of their fortitude and discipline. Vald was so close to Wedge by this time, however, that even if the injury caused him to falter in his tackle, he would have still fell into him. Wedge had not moved from his general position, and so was still within range of Vald's tackle. Vald completed his tackle by enveloping his arms around Wedge's torso, in the attempt to knock him on his back. It would be Vald's left shoulder that lunged into Wedge's abdomen. The momentum of the heavy, large Varan, coupled with gravity, was surely enough to knock Wedge over. Fortunately for Vald, Lamina Manira had engaged the soldier who was to strike Vald's kidney.
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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 6, 2016 7:50:13 GMT -8
Wedge was also hardened, well trained and disciplined. His legs refused to buckle, he refused to go down--what resulted was not epic, not heroic or in any way short of awkward. Encased in his armor, Wedge backpedalled desperately in his attempt to withstand the Varan who assaulted him, with Vald most assuredly leaning forward in his own pain to maintain the pressure on Wedge. He ended up backing into the farmhouse wall, and should Vald maintain his advance on him, his suit of armor would crash into the wall with the creaks of his numerous metal joints. "AAAARGH!" Chips of wood and paint fell like dust to the ground as Wedge reciprocated Vald's roar of pain as he struggled with all his might to fight against him. Yet as Vald pressed his attack, he had exposed his back and right flank. While Lamina engaged the soldier who had just tried to attack Vald, the second soldier, careful to slip through the space the two fighters just stood and past Lamina as quick as possible, went in for the kill. He would strike at Vald's back with a vicious lunge, attempting a lethal blow while Wedge was pinned and Vald's back was turned, before any of their party members at the front door could intercept.
The soldier who's blade had been intercepted by Lamina arced his body between her and his two comrades. As her blade descended to tap the tip of his to the ground, stopping it inches from Vald's back before they took the fight to the wall, he raised its crossguard, and in a punching motion, would strike at the girl's young face simultaneously with the failure of his strike, moving with the flow of the leverage and angles.
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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 6, 2016 10:01:03 GMT -8
One of the Greyspear Warriors, noticing that another soldier is attacking Vald from behind, growls and flips his spear over to a reverse grip in his hand, tossing it like a Javelin at the man's back. If it hits, it'll surely be fatal. If not, it'll at least cause the man to falter and alert Vald to the incoming attack.
Two of the warrior's from the windows come to join the barricade of the doorway, setting themselves up in a sort of mini shield wall. If any break through, they'll be met by two large round shields and two well-made leaf bladed spears aiming to gut them. The warriors that remain at the windows continue to block off those points of entry -- one with spear and shield and the other with short blade and shield, given that he has just thrown his spear -- and it'll be a tough time for anyone to climb through the window without being gored.
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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 6, 2016 10:39:55 GMT -8
Her potion of invisibility began to wear off. When she finally was brought back to the world of the visible, she had made it pretty far down the river. As the river eventually led into the ocean she disembarked when she was far enough from the town. Careful to stay low from Goraian patrols and move from hiding spot to hiding spot only when their backs were turned, she made it fairly deep into the countryside around New Brimiarde. There, hiding behind a bale of hay, she could see a distant farmhouse. Sounds of struggle could be barely heard in the distance. Keizhi's heart pounded, almost wanting to leap out of her chest. frozen in place by fear, her mind raced. She wanted to help the poor family trapped inside, but had no feasible means to do so. It was a gut-wrenching thing, being so close but so far away, unable to do anything to help. Yet she could not bring herself to make the final leg of her escape into the woods. Something about it felt too much like abandonment...
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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 6, 2016 11:13:03 GMT -8
The Goraian troops could all hear the scuffle inside. It was a bizarre occurrence-it wasnt until the fight really broke out inside that they realized that one of the subterranean passages of New Brimiarde led here. Time was suddenly of the essence, as they realized that some of theirs were inside. "They're contained," one said, making no effort to hide his voice. Then came the death of their comrade by the window. His body could be seen convulsing, deadly wound in his neck.
"HE'S DEAD!"
"Holy gods...RING THE BELL! GET REINFORCEMENTS!!!"
For now, they would not attempt to force the door, but instead assure the house was surrounded and the exits covered.
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Mar 6, 2016 13:51:55 GMT -8
Two well-trained warriors, Wedge and Vald Jojora, faced off within the farmhouse. Warcries erupted from both of them. Vald had pushed against Wedge with all he could, unable to buckle the man's legs. But alas, the pain in his knee throbbed, and his occupation suffered. "Raaghh!" The Varan pushed with all his might, slamming Wedge against the wall. Had they been on good terms, Vald might have congratulated him; if the two survived the counter, he might still congratulate the man's resolve.
Vald was injured, and he knew Wedge to be experienced now. So once Wedge slammed up against the wall, Vald quickly pulled back to pull Wedge away from the wall, and then pivoted his body, so as to sling Wedge around him and into the Goraian soldier who was coming up behind him. Lamina would handle the first Goraian soldier. The second soldier's dedicated vicious lunge would find itself going straight for Wedge, unless his move faltered once he was speared by Moragan's soldier.
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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 6, 2016 14:22:23 GMT -8
The soldier who's blade had been intercepted by Lamina arced his body between her and his two comrades. As her blade descended to tap the tip of his to the ground, stopping it inches from Vald's back before they took the fight to the wall, he raised its crossguard, and in a punching motion, would strike at the girl's young face simultaneously with the failure of his strike, moving with the flow of the leverage and angles. As her blade pressed his downward, the soldier recovered from the re-angle by bringing the hilt of his sword into a bash motion that was simultaneous with her strike. Had Lamina been a less experienced fighter, this would have spelled serious trouble; yet her intimate familiarity with blade leverage left her seeing the strike as an opening, rather than a counterattack. She bent sharply at the left knee, ducking her body downwards and leaning to the left, so that the hilt struck just over her dainty right shoulder, her mortuary sword pulling into a similar last-second adjustment to cross perpendicular against the opponent's blade at its center of percussion, simply to keep it from grazing her shoulder. With an expertly degree of coordination, the girl's left arm then came into play--with the opponent's sword in a bind, her hand shot forward with deadly precision, packed with the razor half-moon hilt of the hooksword, attempting to plunge one of its tapered points into the opponent's femoral just above where an armor gap may exist over the greaves. Her teeth clenched, eyes narrowed, she put all the force into the strike that her little body could muster. "NNGH!"
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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 6, 2016 15:11:03 GMT -8
Vald had Wedge pinned. Wedge resisted any twist he could, as forcefully as possible. Again without grace, Wedge was tossed unceremoniously, though it'd again result in a rapid backpedal should his opponent pursue (he would otherwise step back, leaning inwards in a wrestling brace), this time towards the unoccupied wall of the cottage, as the soldier who had just launched at Wedge knocked his left side fairly hard. This was unlikely to happen before a second of struggle, however, as Wedge was pretty strong himself and had the weight of his armor. The soldier witnessed this sudden change and raised his sword to prevent himself from striking his ally Wedge. As his sword was raised, he was struck spot-on by a thrown spear. "OOF!" He slowly toppled to the floor. And then simultaneously came the bloodcurdling scream.
(Let me know if I got anything wrong.)
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Lamina had just driven a blade into a man's inner thigh. What followed was nothing short of excruciating for him and anyone with even the slightest hint of sympathy or sensitivity to sudden, loud noise. He fell to the ground haplessly, twitching and writhing and clutching his bleeding leg with his teeth clenched in pain. Needless to say, he was not capable of counter-attacking Lamina.
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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 7, 2016 9:16:39 GMT -8
Very quickly, a bell began to ring loudly, its rope being shaken desperately by one of the Goraian troops. It rang out through the countryside, even as the previous yells were already drawing in more Goraian troops. Three of them would end up in a path that'd cause them to discover Keizhi, who hid at an angle previously unseen from the farmhouse. "Hey! You there!" They converged on her.
All the rest booked it for the farmhouse, bearing a varying degree of arms and armor. Those outside the farmhouse door now began kicking at it, attempting to bring it down while the windows of the home were once again covered by guards who stood outside but at a cautious distance. Yet none made the advance indoors just yet, even as their comrades were trapped in there with rebels. They'd do what they could to save Wedge, but only within the contours of an effective strategy that guaranteed their objective of containing the enemy--even if such a plan ended up at the cost of Wedge's life. The fallen Goraian soldier outside received immediate sympathy and medical attention, though all understood that his life was as good as lost. Seconds, at most, was how long he had to live while surrounded by comrades on a knee, before his eyes closed.
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Mar 7, 2016 17:53:43 GMT -8
Vald pushed away from Wedge unexpectedly, completely disengaging himself from the man. He maintained a distance just slightly out of reach of Wedge's blade (so you'd need to lunge forward to reach me) and he kept his axe in a readied position to ward off any potential attacks. Vald was completely on the defensive and he looked in the eyes of Wedge, who was now alone with his two soldiers defeated.
"At ease, soldier," Vald said as he disengaged. "You're an excellent warrior, and there is no honor in killing a champion of your skill. Lay down your arms, good man, and I will see to it that you are spared, you have my word." Vald's demeanor was one of honesty; he spoke truth. If Wedge has any other arguments, he said "look around, you're outnumbered. Those men outside may break through and slaughter us, but if you do not lay down that sword then I fear you too will join us. Please; there is no shame in surrendering. Varan's honor."
Wedge could be used as a hostage: collateral that would allow these rebels to flee unharmed.
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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 7, 2016 19:18:04 GMT -8
Yet Wedge's training introduced a warfighting doctrine that strictly refused becoming a hostage. Wedge, having been pushed around by the Varan before him, stepped quickly left, backing into the stairwell that led down the tunnel. Here, his flanks were covered, assuring only one could reach him at a time through the trap door. With the chokepoint, their numbers mattered little. Wedge would stand his ground. "I am strictly forbidden by my chain of command to surrender."
He heard his comrades outside, who were rapidly gaining in numbers.
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Warden Sherwood
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 39
Physical Description: Toned, grizzled, been on the road too long.
Clothes and Equipment: Mostly furs, scrap armor, different things he can find.
Player's online availability : Randomly.
Registered: Apr 2, 2015 21:19:22 GMT -8
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Post by Warden Sherwood on Mar 8, 2016 8:59:35 GMT -8
Outside was Warden Sherwood. Many Goraian troops were arriving and he waved them towards the house. He grabbed a torch from the supplies and lit it with a nearby fire. He felt he might need such a tool if ordered, and the better he did, the better he got paid. He drew his sword and then ran over to door of the farmhouse, joining the mass of others who awaited orders.
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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 8, 2016 11:18:07 GMT -8
As soon as Wedge backs into the tunnel again, a warrior takes the chance to slam the hatch shut, latch it, and topple the nearby dresser on top of it, hopefully keeping Wedge from the battle at hand and any further reinforcements from getting into the house. The warrior grabs his spear from the fallen troop and Morgana signals them to move into position near the doorway. "As soon as we get out, go, champion," she hisses to Lamina, "my life is forfeit. Escape to the woods. Hopefully, I'll meet you there."
Morgana waits for one of the troops to kick at the door, and then right before he does, she opens it wide to the spear wall right before it. The momentum of the soldier will likely carry him into the line of spears, making one less threat to worry about. Morgana takes position in the center of the spear wall, and they rush out the door, spreading out to guard the entrance with an impenetrable wall of steel. As soon as everyone is out, they'll begin to advance on their enemy, their spears and shields used in tandem to great effect.
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Destrin Ray
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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 8, 2016 11:47:16 GMT -8
Destrin joined the warrior who shut out Wedge, utilizing his body weight to brace against the trap door if Wedge tried to muscle his way back through before it was thoroughly latched. He had to assure this path was blocked, so that reinforcements from the city could not join Wedge in an assault that threatened to tear them to shreds in the farmhouse. He then lined up behind Morgana and her troops, positioning himself to play backup to their assault.
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