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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Feb 16, 2019 19:50:13 GMT -8
Part of Cyrili is your typical village - houses of stone with thatched roofs, shops and such. But much of Cyrili is strung out over small islands connected by ropes and rope bridges, each island dotted with different things. Some with crops of plants or animals that need to be kept separate from others, some with windmills, what have you. Places of interest include the Village Square, which houses both the Town Hall and the tavern-and-inn named the Nine Horse Hitch, as well as being where most of the shops are located. With a well in the center of the little cobblestone area, it's where a lot of people tend to congregate, and where flyers for various goods and services can be found. Town hall is where the mayor and the village council meet, where disputes are settled and official records are kept, and where the village's small jail is located. Where events are hosted such as dances and feasts, it serves as sort of a central meeting hub for the village.. or at least one that's more reputable than the local watering hole. The Nine Horse Hitch is the village's only tavern. Owned and run by Therlyn Valrun and his wife Marilla, it serves home-brewed ales and simple food items. It also has a few rooms to sell upstairs. Most of its clientele is the farmers who populate the village. |
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Feb 18, 2019 20:06:07 GMT -8
After departing the Southern Savannah, proceeding through the tranquil Shaded Valley, and ascending to the Sky Portal, Hansel von Dietzhoff and his knights, and Feanor Vala and his Elves, had arrived on the flying isle. They were met at the portal by a group of disguised priests and priestesses, who had quickly used magic to disguise the presence of the lowlanders, then escorted them to the nearby town of Cyrili. Just outside the town, they stopped behind a small hill, and one of the priests turned to speak to them in a quiet voice. "There are none of Xoilun's creatures in the town, but his cult has a strong grip. They've got the children of the farmers held captive in the town hall, and the farmers are working themselves to death just to keep their little ones alive. You need to be cautious in your approach, and take them out. Once you free the children, the Resistance will be able to organize, and we'll be able to join you in taking out the militant cultists that are stationed around the town. Our magic doesn't work beyond this point -- Xoilun's cultists have erected a barrier that negates our spells. So any ingress will have to be achieved by your own talents." The priests and priestesses turned to the group and looked at them eagerly, wondering who would be brave enough to volunteer to go into the town and start the liberation effort. They doubted the subtlety of the knights, but they'd been surprised before. |
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Feanor Vala
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Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 20, 2019 8:04:49 GMT -8
Feanor stepped forward, gesturing to his rangers to step forward.
"My Rangers and I can handle the first part of this mission. Can we expect them to utilize magic against us?"
The Mithlondian rangers stepped up, cloaks swirling about them as they checked bow strings and arrows, loosened swords and waited for their prince's instructions.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Feb 21, 2019 18:49:28 GMT -8
Coming through the sky portal and into new environs the Knights were apprehensive. Postures shifted with broad shoulders stiffening in preparation for a massacre. The work of the priests was taken with some suspicion by the Paladins but dismissed it as just magics. None of the men spoke, only listening for now as the state of affairs was described. The anti-magical barrier was most interesting, but it would not present an issue too great to the Knights; pulping folk into red mist with good old fashioned weapons was their forte, the divine coming only second.
That said, the fact they had hostages in the form of children made Hans have mixed feelings. In their own tongue one of the Brothers suggested a simple attack from the front, taking a more or less textbook ends justify means approach, executed hostages be damned. They're people, Brother. They're not humans but they're people like you or I. Hansel sighed, hoping against hope that Alaric would not go with the attitudes so common to the Brotherhood.
With that Hans looked at those he brought with him. Brother Axel even without boots and helmet was well above seven feet, while when his oxen shoulders were armoured Brother Volter could not fit through doorways, not to speak of Klaus who's clanking armour could be heard across a street. That left Hans and Brother Adalmar both of whom were more reasonably proportioned. Promptly the two flipped their tabards and capes inside out so that black would be outside rather than white while drawing heavy bow and crossbow respectively. They stepped forth with a half salute, Hans speaking for them. "We probably don't look like it, but we can help with the beginning. After the children are freed a flare or some other signal can be let loose, the rest of my Brothers can lead the sortie against the enemy. However, it would be good to know the enemies capabilities, numbers, arms, armour, such things if you have the knowledge."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Feb 22, 2019 19:09:32 GMT -8
"Yes. Their magic is.. dark, and evil, and they use it without mercy."
This was said to answer Feanor's question, and the priests seemed relieved that the Elves were going to take part. Elves were quite good at stealth, after all. They seemed somewhat surprised by Hansel and his friend volunteering to assist, but they certainly weren't going to object. The request for information was a good one, and readily given.
"There are only a handful of magic users, about seven, and they take shifts 'guarding' the children, so there should only be about three of them awake in the town hall right now. The others will be asleep in the tavern. Their strongmen tend to stick to the outskirts of the town, patrolling, and there are about two dozen of them, but they work in shifts of six. The others will likely be relaxing in the tavern common room, or tormenting one of the families whose homes they took for their 'barracks' -- all on the eastern side of the town, right beside each other. They'll be doing a changing of the guard in an hour. We can go lure them out while you get the children out, distract them until you can handle them. The mages have no armor to speak of, but their bruisers are all in chain and leathers. Cyrili isn't important enough to warrant their plate wearers.. those are all in Zanora'si and Esdar'ai. Good luck to you, friends. We'll send up a signal as soon as we feel the barrier go down."
With that the priests departed, striking out for the eastern side of town to distract the melee combatants as they promised, although one young man dressed in farmer's clothes remained, preparing to guide the rangers and the two knights to the town hall. He kept casting anxious glances toward the cluster of buildings behind them, waiting for the lowlanders to be ready.
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Feanor Vala
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Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 28, 2019 17:54:46 GMT -8
The Ranger's bows were rather large, effective looking weapons that they seemed more than adept at handling. Once they got just outside of earshot of the village, they switch to hand signals, the Rangers fanning out and almost disappearing inside the shadows of the village.
"I'll stick with you two, and we'll deal with any mages that seem to be particularly persistent. My Rangers will pick out their targets and engage as needed, but we'll need to move quick to keep them from harming the children." Feanor addressed to the pair of knights. Assuming they acquiesced, he and the Rangers would position themselves as optimally as they could and engage the enemy as soon as the signal was given.v
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Mar 3, 2019 13:11:52 GMT -8
With what the Priests told the volunteer force the two Knights adjusted their quivers and pouches putting the arrows with hagbane bolts closer to the top now that it was guaranteed they'd be fighting witch breeds. They followed the lead of the elves for while the Knights could perform acceptably in more clandestine expressions of violence they most likely were far from on par with Feanor's folk. "Right. Just give the signal." Hans said, nodding in confirmation of what his counterpart said. He lifted his own bow, a far more shoddy but massive thing while his Brother raised his crossbow, the string and mechanism creaking from the massive force stored within.
At the same time, the three other Brothers rode a few hundred meters behind the Priests as a sort of escort, ready to go and fight off an enemy should whatever they planned not go quite as hoped.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Mar 4, 2019 19:30:25 GMT -8
Once the party had gone its separate ways, some of them accompanying the priests to take out the cult's fighters, and the knights and rangers were ready to proceed, the young man hurried forward. He came to a stop at the town's gate, then peered through, before turning to gesture that the liberators should follow, and quickly.
He led them through the town, hurrying through small streets and back alleys, until they came to the town square. He pointed to a large building across the way, on the other side of the town's public well, which was mostly ornamental at this point, and spoke in a quiet voice.
"There's the town hall. I'll stay out here and do my best to distract any of their guards that might come along. The front door is probably barred, but there's a back entrance that lets into the storm cellar. They probably won't hear you enter from there. Good luck!"
With that, he bustled out into the square and made for the baker's shop, where he leaned against the open front counter and began to flirt with the pretty girl there.
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Cult of Xoilun
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Mar 4, 2019 19:35:42 GMT -8
Moments after the boy took up his post at the baker's shop, the front door of the town hall swung open, and a trio of guards emerged. They wore rough, dark clothing and leather armor that had seen better days, but the two men were large and muscular, and the woman carried a bow that she handled with ease; her bulky companions bore a double-bladed axe and a claymore, respectively. They made brusque farewells to a greasy, gnarled man just inside the door, then departed, making for the town's tavern just visible at the end of the street. The door swung shut and the sound of a heavy bar being slotted into place would likely be clearly audible to the elves, with their keen hearing.
Across town, a dozen guards were congregating at a few farmhouses clustered together, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. Some headed into the quaint homes, while others were clearly readying themselves to depart, checking armor and weapons and indulging in some last minute drinking or snacking. The changing of the guard shifts appeared to be happening soon, and in the slight confusion of this changeover, they would be somewhat vulnerable.
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Feanor Vala
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Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Mar 8, 2019 7:41:04 GMT -8
Feanor's rangers glided silently along the rooftops, long lifetimes of defending the outer city of Mithlonde from all sorts of horrors had made them very skilled. Many had sighted targets through the windows, others set up to watch entrances and exits.
Feanor moved quietly, weaving some subtle magic that would serve to muffle any noise made by the knights. Before long they would find themselves before the back entrance, and he gestured to the knights.
"Care to go in first? My Rangers are ready to engage as soon as they hear that door go down."
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Mar 11, 2019 15:21:21 GMT -8
With the Priests doing their part effectively it seemed, the mounted Knights further distanced themselves to a position where they wouldn't be seen until bloodshed truly began yet not too far so as to come late to the fun.
In the hamlet proper the Knights and the elf got to the back of the town hall ready to liberate the younglings. Upon the joints of their heavy plate the Knights quietly placed little pieces of felt to minimize the clanking, and with the aid of Feanor's magic they would be able to almost freely run without making much noise. They obliged the elf's request opening the entrance to the storm cellar, or failing that if locked Hansel's Brother would deliver swift strikes with a mace to the hinges until the entrance could simple be lifted out of it's frame. Loud, but quieter than outright kicking the obstacle into splinters. Once their way was clear the two Knights would surge forth with Hansel bearing his blades and his Brother his crossbow in preparation of some quite nasty violence.
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Cult of Xoilun
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Mar 11, 2019 19:17:04 GMT -8
Perhaps stupidly, the cellar of the town hall was locked only by a very ancient and rusted padlock, that could be easily broken with but a firm blow, giving them entrance into the dark and vaguely damp area below the government building. The area was devoid of life, filled mostly with barrels, sacks, and shelves that contained libations of provisions of various sorts. At the far side was a set of steps that led up to a closed door - closed, but not locked. Muffled voices could be heard on the other side, but none that sounded alarmed. It seemed their ingress had gone unnoticed, thus far.
At the farmhouses, the knights would have only a moment's notice that the fun was about to begin, in the form of a single firework shooting up into the sky from behind a nearby house. It exploded in shades of blue with a bang, drawing the eyes of the cultists upward.. just in time for smoke bombs to be hurled into their midst, wreathing their forms and the space between the farmhouses in thick wafts of dark smoke that made the congregation of men and women start coughing, stumbling around as though half-blinded while seeking their weapons, to defend against the attack.
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Feanor Vala
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Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Mar 19, 2019 10:28:43 GMT -8
The Rangers would keep a sharp lookout over the town hall. Anyone seen fleeing the building who was a hostile combatant (not a child) would be killed. Same went for those who made the mistake of standing too close to a window while being armed or visibly threatening.
Feanor gestured towards the door, his sword slipping silently from its sheath as he opened it slightly, peering through to see what was on the other side.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Mar 20, 2019 8:20:58 GMT -8
Hansel and his comrade looked about the town hall once they entered, and would give a cursory examination to the sacks and barrels just to make sure there was no so called funny business. After that they quickly walked to the door standing on either side ready for a breaching assault should Feanor be noticed and raise attention.
Meanwhile, the trio of Brothers knew their signal when they saw it and galloped like lightning with the hooves of their monstrous beasts the thunder to announce them. Smoke bombs meant that they would be unlikely to be peppered with bolts and arrows and thus they decided to forgo their shields for a sword to be paired with their lances. Their superb vision would be hampered by the smoke just as that of their foes, but it didn't matter much when at this speed plated hooves would turn men to mulch and a lazily held lance would go through a man like a finger through wet paper.
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Cult of Xoilun
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Mar 22, 2019 18:45:03 GMT -8
Beyond the door in the town hall, they would see a trio of mages in dark clothing speaking in hushed tones, and just beyond them another door. This one was slightly ajar, and they might hear the tired, sorrowful sniffling of children. One of the cloth-clad women noticed the door easing open and her eyes widened as she pointed and called out.
"Intruders!"
The mages scattered, one bursting into the room with the children, clearly intent on slaughtering them. The other two turned to face the door and the threat, but they were surprised, and it would take them a moment to launch their magic at the Elves and knights.
At the farmhouses, the cultist fighters were taken off guard by the mounted knights charging into their midst. The cultists were suffering from reddened eyes thanks to the smoke, and many of them were mowed down almost immediately by the armored foes. Those who hadn't been caught outside came pouring out of the farmhouses with weapons in hand, bearing crude weapons such as battle axes and swords, although a couple had pole-axes with hooks designed specifically to yank men off their mounts.
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Mar 23, 2019 19:04:38 GMT -8
The two Knights at the door knew their queue as Feanor was spotted and the doors would burst in a shower of wood-chips as the two Knights walked straight through it. "Not so graceful now, eh elf?" Hans joked, rushing forth with sword and parrying dagger at the first mage he could get to. At the same time Brother Adalmar licked his lips nastily aiming his crossbow at around navel height of the mage going to kill the kiddies. The mechanical pull on the bow was several times heavier than was was necessary for rhinos and the hagbane tip would make it further deadly to the witch, but getting a live one would likewise be useful. Whether it hit or not, Adalmar would once more bring forth his mace and short-sword likewise rushing at the first mage he could get to. Speed was of the essence for ultimately even the most holy of plate armour wouldn't help much if say, a wizard magic'd a cauldron of boiling oil inside of you.
Outside the Knights noted the presence of polearms and quickly reacted to this. They didn't stop to fight the enemy knowing even the most maddened of cultists would bog them down and massacre them as sheep. Instead they kept riding ahead hoping to find a clearing where they could turn around or at least make enough distance to dismount peacefully. For now they drew upon their crossbows and all fired their bolts. It was quite unlikely they would hit any foes, but making even a few scram for cover would give them much needed time.
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Feanor Vala
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Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Mar 25, 2019 5:45:58 GMT -8
"Shit." Was the only word he uttered as someone reacted to the door opening.
He took advantage of their momentary surprise by gracefully dodging past them and after the mage going for the children. He slammed into that mage with a surprising amount of force, missing with the blade of his weapon but hopefully at least disrupting any attempts at spell casting that would harm the innocents.
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Cult of Xoilun
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Mar 27, 2019 18:22:40 GMT -8
With the barrier of doors no longer in the way, the mage whose back was presented to the knights as she moved to slay the children was easily taken down by a body slam from the Elf, crying out in pain, which meant that Adalmar's crossbow bolt missed and thudded harmlessly into a wall. The children cringed away from the quivering bolt, the three dozen youngsters of various ages huddled in the far corners. The mage being charged by the knight attempted to get off a spell, his hands flaring with fire, but that wasn't much of a defense against cold metal, and he was easily felled. The third mage, seeing that he was thoroughly outnumbered, turned away from Hansel and attempted to flee, seeking to exit the town hall and get reinforcements at the inn down the road.
Wanting to get out of the smoke, which essentially rendered them little more than fish in a barrel, the cultists that hadn't been taken down by the knights surged out of the area and followed the mounted men toward the clearing that was their destination. Their numbers had been cut nearly in half, and they were angry, rage in their motions and voices as they surged after the knights. A large open space between fields of wheat and corn was the site of their showdown, and the cultists clearly thought their numbers and anger would give them the upper hand.
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Feanor Vala
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Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
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Post by Feanor Vala on Mar 28, 2019 11:51:45 GMT -8
Feanor had little time to react, yanking the crossbow bolt from the wall and slamming it into the head of the mage who went for the children.
His Rangers would make quick work of the mage fleeing the building (if the mage made it that far). They were on lookout for anyone attempting to leave or enter.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Mar 29, 2019 21:37:38 GMT -8
Adalmar roared in annoyance as his bolt missed and yet again as it seemed Feanor killed his quarry when one was needed alive β he'd probably seem quite savage to the mage he would slay but no matter, the fellow had little left to live as his head would turn to a read smear. For Hans, he knew the onus to get a live one was now on him. Running after the mage he would move as though unimpeded and even bolstered by the heavy plate on him but it still would not suffice for the damnable witch.
Thus he had to think fast. Quickly his oarrying dagger was flipped over and thrown; it wasn't the most aerodynamic of things but at this distance he hoped it wouldn't matter.
In the streets the three mounted Brothers were somewhat annoyed they were left to deal with the gang of rabble alone but if the roof hopping leaf-lovers didn't need the glory so be it. As they reached the clearing they split off individually each reloading their crossbow and preparing for a cat and mouse game circling around to lance men down one by one.
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