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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jun 24, 2015 18:54:23 GMT -8
The Bell MinesStarted but never finished, these century old mine-shafts carved into the side of one of the Norkari Mountains have been taken up again by The Free City in an attempt to expand their resource gathering capabilities and breath more fire into their economy. Having been prospected for vast quantities of iron, stone and precious other minerals, it is not surprising that soldiers and miners alike work here around the clock - digging hard beneath the snowy peaks.
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Post by Isra - The Free City on Jun 25, 2015 17:21:52 GMT -8
Miners tolled with pickaxe against rock in the well-lit and spacious caverns of the mine. A steady supply of fresh air from the surface was pumped down using a mechanical system comprised of a water wheel that automatically operated a large set of bellows; meaning the people who worked down there did not have to suffer so much from claustrophobia.
However, the mines themselves could be dangerous despite their general level of comfort. Pitfalls, the possibility of cave-ins, the occasional creature that finds its way up from the depths and threatens to drag a miner back down with it - they made for an uneasy atmosphere shared by men and women who had only been there for a few weeks. Hardly enough time to be at home, or fully explore.
The name of the mine came from the system of bells placed in the tunnels. Depending on the severity of the ringing and how many times it was tolled, the bell echo would travel through the tunnels and communicate danger, a call for help or even just to check in and let people know they weren't in trouble.
One day, however, a bell at one of the lowest parts of the mine wasn't rung. This was highly unusual because that specific area of the mine was known for pits, holes and nasty crags one could injure themselves in, meaning that the miners working down there were required to ring their bell at least once an hour in a specific fashion - else the guards would proceed with the expectation of a rescue mission. So when the bell remained silent, a squad of four guards packed rope and medical supplies into a pack and began a march down the torch-lit tunnels, expecting the miners on duty to have either missed their time-slot or knocked themselves out by slipping; or something equally unexciting.
However, the squad of guards never rang the bell to communicate a safe arrival. Nor did they ring to communicate a call for further aid, or a false alarm. They simply went silent, lost in the dark of the mines. With up to six men now missing, the remaining guards stationed at the mine decided to block the passage up with wood and crates as a security measure, then evacuate the miners to the more open and populated areas of the construction for roll call and protection.
They found several more missing. Miners who never turned up; men and soldiers who had gone missing in the past several days that no-one had even noticed gone until such a time they were all required to stand in the same room at once.
"Something here is seriously wrong," the head warden said, as he sent a messenger down the mountains and towards the Citadel. "Tell them to send help. There's something with us down here and I'm not losing another man or this mine!"
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Beserk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jun 29, 2015 5:35:38 GMT -8
The sound of hammers and axes battering against a make-shift barricade came from the northern tunnel, where miners and men had reportedly gone missing. Faces new and old looked on down the torch-lit hall, where stone craftsmen still dictated the shape of the stone. Yet even the comfort in knowing that it had been transformed beyond its natural beginnings began to rapidly wade when muttering and sounds came from the deep, until finally a loud crash burst open the wood meant to stop them and in turn freed them from their temporary prison.
That's when he came. A man known as Beserk, wielding a large sword of shining metal made of no known material and with long lost smithing practices. His body and head were covered by a dark robe and coat, which shuffled over the sounds of metal armour. His face had been covered by a mask in the shape of a human skull; to strike fear into his enemies.
Behind him, men and creatures alike came. Half-beast, half-man; some more creature than human, some more human than creature. Horns, scales, insectoid appendages, extra limbs or the lower limbs of a different creature entirely. There seemed to be no discernible pattern, but all seemed armed and ready for slaughter.
They entered the room with the miners and took positions around them, waiting closely for an order as the head warden of the mine cleared his throat and told his men to prepare for a fight with whatever tools they had on their person.
"Fight?" The man with the face of a skull asked. "There will be no fight here."
Miners both new and old. Those who were new suddenly revealed themselves, drawing daggers and sharp shivs and quickly wrapping them around the necks of their nearest enemy. Soon, the miners and soldiers of The Free City were all pressed against the ground on their knees and awaiting whatever fate these mysterious villains had in store.
"Keep them alive for now," Beserk ordered. "We may yet have need of them. By now, they will surely be sending help."
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 5, 2015 18:41:15 GMT -8
Mariah arrives at the mines, landing from her flight and folding her wings back under her cape. She would walk around and look for her superior here to report to.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 11:57:54 GMT -8
Owa strode forth from the mass behind Berserk. The Volkrim(wolf-man) clad in black leather trench coat and leggings and silver metals looked at the now hostage miners, "The mine is ours for now. We should prepare a welcome for the soldiers sure to arrive." Owa turned back around and marched through the men and out of the mine entrance where he shouldered his bearded two handed axe.
He began to bark orders to the many beast-men at the mine, "Get our archers throughout the cliffs, skirmishers hidden among the rocks so we can pounce on their formations. Our strongest warriors should be out in the open to give the enemy something to focus. Come on then, lets turn this mine into a death trap." He spotted Mariah and nodded to her.
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 6, 2015 12:23:01 GMT -8
Mariah walked over to Owa placed her fist on her chest as a salute. "They've sent an army, no more than 100 men. Coming through the pass, they'll be arriving within the hour, Commander."
Mariah felt a sharp pain and clutched her arm as more scales were growing in. She looked back up to the Volkrim awaiting his response.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 13:25:42 GMT -8
"We'll be ready for them." Owa looked around the surroundings eyeballing the many stoney features. "But if we are outmatched we will retreat into the mine. Since you have flight, you have an important job. If we retreat into the mine, you find away to make an avalanche." The Volkrim pointed to the mountain peak above them. "But in the mean time take out officers, spread chaos amongst the enemy. The usual."
While he spoke the beast-men followed his earlier orders. Skirmishers consisting of some of the more interestingly shaped beast-men hid amongst the rocks an low cliffs around the entrance. Archers consisting of mainly Volkrim and Draxis took positions on the upper cliffs, some of which were in prime position to hit the enemy from behind. The larger and stronger beast-men gathered in the center of the valley, they weilded a variety of weapons. Pikes, swords, spears, axes, and most importantly shields. Officers within the force arranged the mass with shields at the front, pikes and spear supporting them from behind, and all others into positions to help flank enemy formations.
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 6, 2015 13:50:53 GMT -8
"An avalanche to seal the mine?" Mariah nods at her orders. "Understood... I will be cut off from everyone. What am I to do?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 15:22:19 GMT -8
"If it happens, it would be best to observe the enemy from safety and then report to Enlidil. He'll know what to do from there."
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 6, 2015 16:53:59 GMT -8
"Hm. Alright." It was as she expected. Mariah was always given high risk tasks since she was on the verge of being an outcast, sent on suicide missions. She's yet to die yet though. "I won't fail."
Mariah lifted her hood back over her head and walked away from Owa. She would prepare herself for the battle ahead.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 17:02:02 GMT -8
Owa nodded to Mariah and took a place with the central formation of beast men. Dead center of the formation so all could hear his orders. A couple of Volkrim took places beside him, each with a shield and spear. "Now we wait." He said quietly. Owa glanced back at the mine and wondered what Berserk was up to.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 7, 2015 5:08:13 GMT -8
The Free City troops entered through the opened pass and into the immediate area of The Bell Mines. Ildesias immediately paused, taking note of unusual shapes that he did not recognize gathered around the entrance to the mine. What he did notice, however, were the weapons they so clearly held.
"The enemy," he spoke, making sure to have Zatch halt the formation by holding up his hand in a gesture to stop. His eyes quickly followed the sides of the path, up towards where rocks rose on either side. "They have an incredibly strong position," he noted as he narrowed his eyes. "And they would be fools not to have men in those rocks. This is a trap through and through."
The company of men who they were leading were quite well armoured, and held strong shields. Perhaps that could be used...
"Have you men ever been drilled to perform the Iron Golem formation in battle?" Ildesias asked one of the officers, who slowly shook his head.
"Then this may be more difficult than expected. Zatch, what do you propose?"
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 7, 2015 7:51:00 GMT -8
He ordered for them to stop, to which they did so. "Hmm...We could flank them from either side and one group in front. Have them split their focuses. Though for this, our element of surprise is gone. Does anyone here have an experience in magic or archery? If so please step forward. We would need a few for each group to take out any traps that may be there." He said.
"Another tactic is that we could use is that we go up in a square, shields on the outside with swords and spears stabbing out through small cracks. That would also work as a wall and we march up to them. Archers and mages would get any ones behind the rocks or ones that are getting dangerously close to breaking through." He said to him.
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Mariah
Established
Fully Monsterized
Roleplay posts: 44
Physical Description: Race: Draxis
White Hair, Amber eyes
She has now fully transformed into an insane draconic creature that kills with every chance.
Clothes and Equipment: Most of her clothes are now gone since they've been torn by her mutation, some armor though has fused with her body.
Her daggers she once wielded are now fused into her arms, one dagger is enchanted to drain mana and can channel said mana into a magic blast.
Player's online availability : Every Day
Registered: Jul 1, 2015 15:42:46 GMT -8
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Post by Mariah on Jul 7, 2015 10:17:42 GMT -8
Mariah waited and watched from her position up high in the rocks, spotting out her assassination targets. She let her leathery wings unfurl in preparation of the attack, ready to take off as soon as the forces collide, remaining hidden until then.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 12:21:52 GMT -8
Owa walked through the formation he was nestled in and the soldiers parted ways for him. He quietly growled and scratched his chin hair. "Well I wonder if they are going to try and talk to us first..."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Jul 7, 2015 15:29:12 GMT -8
"Mages are extremely rare," Ildesias reminded Zatch. "I imagine I am the only one capable of such magic here. Hmm.. I have a plan, though it requires some time. Zatch, I would like you to open conversation with them. Try to find as much information as you can and if possible, negotiate their peaceful departure. If not, try to bide me some time."
With a slight nod, Ildesias pulled his hood up over his head and backed away through to the rear of the soldiers.
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Beserk
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Roleplay posts: 11
Registered: Jun 25, 2015 3:30:38 GMT -8
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Post by Beserk on Jul 7, 2015 15:31:47 GMT -8
"Do not speak to any of them," the skull-masked man all-but ordered as he stepped out into the fresh, cool air of the mountain. His left hand was pressed lightly against the hilt of the sword sat at his hip and in his right, he held the chains attached to an iron clasped around the neck of a man - the head miner, as it turned out.
The miner was bloody and bruised, clearly having been tortured for some time before the current situation developed.
"If a single one of you utters a word to the outsiders, I will tear out your tongue."
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Zatch Morandac
Established
I will be gone for the next week to set up a boy scout camp. Sorry
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 22
Physical Description: Zatch has a bit of a broad face, though still quite handsome. He has long golden hair that is tied up in a low ponytail in the back. He has piercing pale blue eyes and a healed scar on his right cheek, though is slight darker then the rest of his face. He is 6"5' and weighs roughly 200-210 lb. His body is quite muscular, but not bulging, and toned from his training with his father. From this though, it had gotten a layer of calluses all over his body from the training his endured.
Clothes and Equipment: Normal clothes: A green button down shirt with with a black vest. He wears a brownish pants made to be very durable. He uses a bow as well, which he uses more frequently when he isn't in his armor. This is because his armor doesn't allow much mobility with the bow. He will also have either a short sword or a dirk with him in case any combat gets too close to use the bow.
Armor: He has a sliver-ish white body plates and leg plates with golden trimmings. The shoulders have large curved shoulder guards since he prefers dual swords then to the shield, though still dons on on his back in case one of his swords are lost in battle for any number of reasons.
In the leather satchel: He has rope, throwing knives, a water bag and some food along with his regular clothes when he is traveling and wearing his armor. He also carries two spell books: One for Fire spells and one for light spells and healing.
Registered: Jun 2, 2015 16:49:26 GMT -8
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Post by Zatch Morandac on Jul 7, 2015 17:12:02 GMT -8
"They aren't? Sorry, sir, do forgive me. I was raised to believed there was more. My father new some and I learned some as well." He said sheepishly. "But as for the time gain, I will do my best....though not sure how well they will cooperate." He turned towards the gate and headed toward them.
After a while of walking, he reached them. His hands in clear view to show he was unarmed. "Greetings....I would like to speak with you fine gentlemen. Would that be alright?"
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Post by Grand General Sinn on Jul 7, 2015 18:15:20 GMT -8
With eye's at the top of the cliffs scouting ahead, the Phoenix State Grand Army marched at a faster pace with no worries. Eventually the time came for the two elfin archers to act on their orders. They would shoot an arrow down ten yards in front of Sinn. This placed them fifteen yards from the opening, their armor hidden in the shadows.
One of the eflin archers would scale the cliff down to Sinn, "There's a group in front of the entrance facing the the Free City's company. There was nothing going on, but at our distance, we can't tell much more. We'd like to get a closer view if you don't mind."
Sinn gave a brief nod, but told him to go up the other cliff instead of the one he came down. With the simple hand order, the elfin archer scaled the wall. When at the top the two would acknowledge each other and go on.
The snow was colder, but they moved through it like soft sand. Every so often they'd look to the other ridge, waiting to see to look each other in the eye, and move on again. Stealth was more important at the moment so they placed their bow over their right shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 20:08:38 GMT -8
Owa growled angrily, though directed at Berserk for his threat, he was facing the enemy emissary. He disliked threats, fear shouldn't control people, but he had other worries. Owa strode forward and grinned. Archers among the cliffs had their arrows trained on Zatch. Owa's golden eyes stared into Zatch's. The Volkrim waited for the human to say something. He could smell more soldiers on the wind, clearly different from the men gathered here in arms already.
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