Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 8:55:56 GMT -8
No response came to his words. A section of stone wall had been completed, one he could simply circumvent by walking around. The palisade, however, needed to be battered through. It gave, naturally, given its rudimentary nature, after however long it'd take for him to punch his way through. Arrows did not fly his direction--yet. Yet they would if he stepped through the hole he made in the wooden wall. Chief among these arrows were the specially enchanted projectiles earned of Medan's constant dragon attacks--designed specifically to pierce magic-resistant armor and being modeled for the dragon, Iztas challenged what may have been the world's most sophisticated anti-dragon technologies.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 9:14:51 GMT -8
The Immortal stepped through the hole. A show of power was greater than a show of practicality. Immediately struck by a torrent of arrows, Iztas staggered back, wounded for the first time in its long life. However, despite the arrows to its chest, it did not seem too injured to continue. The Immortal raised a hand and began working Rock magic to bring the wall onto his attackers' heads.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 9:21:31 GMT -8
"GET DOWN!"
Only a few among the defenders could detect the channeling of the spell. For those who did not heed the warnings of those few and flee immediately, there inflicted would be the first casualties of the defenders of the northern border. Some simply could not get away in time. The spell struck, crashing a large section of the unfinished wall down on some unsuspecting archers... the rest of them fanned out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 9:32:18 GMT -8
Satisfied with the drama that it had created, Iztas marched over the remains of the wall and watched the soldiers flee. This was why Morgdun's kingdom did not use human soldiers. Marching into the kingdom, Iztas proclaimed:
The Lightning Kingdom returns! This land shall be the first to pay fealty, in the proper way as its forefathers! Morgdun almighty's glory shall return.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 9:36:04 GMT -8
Yet, it wasn't that the archers were fleeing. Humans were highly, highly intelligent social creatures--fanning out, or spreading out and away, simply protected the archers better from retaliation. Each still concentrated fire on Itzas, though from increasingly hard to detect places and from an increasing number of angles. This phenomenon would result in a constant barrage at a rate of perhaps one arrow per every few seconds, which over the course of one minute, or two, would assuredly add up.
Its words fell on a deaf crowd, which was far more engaged in their military tactic.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 9:45:53 GMT -8
The Immortal preferred to ignore them and continue on, his steps punctuated by the arrows hitting its armor. When it eventually reached a point where the arrows had turned Iztas into a feathery pincushion, it swept its arms over the shafts, breaking them off. Brimiarde was its target, whether the archers continued shooting and following or not.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 10:01:54 GMT -8
And they would, while reinforcements were sent for. At its pace, they would arrive before Iztas reached New Brimiarde. For the time being, they'd continue reducing the armor to little more than a mangled metal net around the form of whatever that thing was that kept advancing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 11:25:50 GMT -8
Seeing the futility in a lone advance, Iztas cast a very basic shield around himself while he cast a teleport home. The shield was little more than compacted air, just to buy him enough time to leave.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 24, 2016 11:52:18 GMT -8
Work would begin immediately to repair the wall, recover the bodies, provide proper funerals and reinforce the troops.
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Reynald Armand
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Order of the Blue Star Riders, Commander
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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.
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Post by Reynald Armand on Feb 24, 2016 11:56:02 GMT -8
Arriving to personally supervise the development was Reynald Armand, captain of the 251 top notch Blue Star Riders of what was once Medan. Still an essential wing of the military apparatus, Reynald's job hadn't changed--only his residence, which eventually was granted to Jill.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 17:47:46 GMT -8
As the repairments continued, Zash'Neck and his crew seemed to come in at an improper time, slowly, calmly walking forward, showing no threat as he held up a symbol of trade: Gold. A sac of gold raised high, making his arm flex for even he had a hard time with the gold within the pouch. He looked to the guards, waiting for them to acknowledge him and let them pass, hopefully.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 18:29:16 GMT -8
Hasdrubal wings his way toward the border, and dutifully lands in front of the guards.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 25, 2016 22:03:17 GMT -8
"Halt! Who goes there?!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 22:06:02 GMT -8
Hasdrubal bows, coat fluttering behind him.
"I am Hasdrubal. I have come seeking passage into your country. I have heard interesting rumors, and I must see if they are true!"
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 26, 2016 8:56:43 GMT -8
"I am afraid the border is closed for the time being. I apologize for any inconvenience or undue hardship this may have placed upon you," he said, as though a practiced script.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 10:37:16 GMT -8
Hasdrubal merely shrugs, and takes off again. Completely ignoring the warnings he flies deeper into goraia.
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 26, 2016 11:05:41 GMT -8
Here, they are powerless to do much but relay the data through a magical link back to their superiors, warning of a break-in.
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on Feb 26, 2016 14:48:46 GMT -8
Having happened to be heading back to Medan, simply due to the fact he knew a certain person there, as well as the fact that he had been there before, Fenris had returned to find what could only be described as a different place, with an entirely different feel. A police-state. When this became apparent, he had his men scatter appearing as independent warriors, albeit from a similar culture. He had told them to say the truth. They were mercenaries seeking to sell their swords, and considering the martial-renaissance that had happened to this region, the militia seemed poised to make a lot of money in such a place. But he had not wanted to move en-mass and attract attention in order to avoid any potential "misunderstandings"...
He had arrived just when Hasdrubal had taken off, raising his dark brows. Tilting his head slightly with a small grin that emphasized feral canines. He scratched a robust coarse beard, hair a mixture of light and dark shaved at the sides, but longer on top, ending in short twin braids coming down behind his head. If there was any official about he would clear his throat rather loudly. "Looks like you have a problem with illegal immigration..." he said. He wore a cloak trimmed with silver fur as well. "Perhaps I can be of some assistance?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 16:34:37 GMT -8
Viktor quite casually strolled here from Isra. He saw Fenris say the last few words to the guards...
"Excellent! Perhaps we can be employed together, sir. I happen to also specialize in... special action."
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Goraia
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Post by Goraia on Feb 28, 2016 18:02:14 GMT -8
(Fenris was apparently invited in by Jill, due to previous acquaintanceship.)
Fenris would be allowed in, but Viktor and Tortus would be turned away. It was nothing personal, just very unique timing.
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