Cult of Xoilun
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Feb 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -8
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Apr 9, 2019 18:42:15 GMT -8
The mage in Feanor's grasp was readily dispatched by the crossbow bolt to the head, spasming once before collapsing in a heap. The last mage nearly made it out, but in her panic fumbled the heavy bar on the town hall's door, meaning she lingered long enough for Hansel's thrown dagger to slam into her back, making her drop with a cry. She turned a venomous look on the knight, then spat in his direction.
"I'll tell you nothing!"
The rabble chasing the mounted knights was exactly that -- rabble. Disorganized and driven by emotion, their religious zeal was what fueled them most readily, and it was this that pushed them into the clearing.. only to be easily split up, chasing after the faster knights with weapons waving and voices raised. But while the rangers might not have been aiding the knights, the villagers were. Ropes lax on the ground were suddenly raised, tripping up the cultists and making them tumble into flailing piles, where they were easily dispatched, either by the crossbows of the knights.. or the various weapons of the angry villagers, pitchforks and machetes flashing in the dappled light and sending blood spattering across crops in a macabre display. Vengeance was sweet. A few managed to avoid the slaughter and continued pursuing the knights, seeking to do their dark god's bidding.
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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.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Apr 11, 2019 8:41:55 GMT -8
"You want to interrogate the mage while my Rangers and I get these children to safety?" He asked of his armored companions.
The Knights had managed to impress the Mithlondian noble with their quick actions, and he seemed them more than capable allies in this venture.
Assuming they agreed, he would begin to lead the children outside, where his rangers would gather in a protective cordon around them.
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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 Apr 13, 2019 21:09:22 GMT -8
Thunk, thunk, thunk. Hans slowly approached the fallen woman and pressed a heavy metal boot to her head until it would be painful enough to make thinking harder. "Sounds like a plan!" he called to Feanor, before taking his knife from the woman's back. "No, not yet." he replied to her before doing the motions of making her talk. The lad slid it into one of her arms just above the elbow before placing his other foot on it. Using newfound leverage the arm would be bent back nastily opposite of the way it should. With the end of the last cracking noises he squatted with his feet still upon her and gave a warm smile. "Ready for a chat now?" he queried.
The Knights in the open would make sure to carefully mop up what remained, never engaging more than one at once for it would be embarrassing to die so early in this campaign to arrogance. If managing to finally end resistance they would ride back to the town's centre to rendezvous with the initial force.
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Cult of Xoilun
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Feb 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -8
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Apr 19, 2019 17:44:58 GMT -8
The children were eager to leave the scene of the carnage, many of the older ones carrying the younger as they wept at the sight of such violence. Once outside, however, it became obvious that protecting the children was something they would have to devote considerable attention to, because the remaining mages and more armed cultists were pouring out of the inn down the street, making for the town hall. They had somehow been tipped off to the disturbance and were coming to retake their hostages.
For all her bravado, the mage was quick to crumple beneath Hansel's brutal methodology, crying out in pain. "Fine, I'll talk! Ask your bloody questions!"
The straggling cultists at the farms were quickly taken out by the combined brutal efficiency of the mounted knights and the vengeful justice of the farmers themselves. Once the last one had either fallen or fled back to join their comrades at the inn, the farmers began to head that way as well, intent on rallying the other village folk and reuniting with their precious children.
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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 Apr 21, 2019 21:21:19 GMT -8
Hans gave the same bright smile to the woman, pulling the knife out and placing it into the respective sheathe. "Don't you think we could have avoided that? It was quite nasty, for me too!" he cooed almost as if to a childhood friend. "Now, where were we? Oh yes I remember: who is the leader of your cult? What is their appearance? Where are they located? What is the full extent of forces available to them and where are they located? What escape routes are available to them?" While he demanded this knowledge, he raised his head listening to the arrival of more enemies and cursed under his breath. The woman had obliged so he probably shouldn't kill her, but she'd be a burden that might get good people killed if kept. Her fate depended on what she said, he supposed.
For now the Knights who were in the open on their horses realized they had tarried too long, and now their aim of defending the youths was under threat. They would ride up to the more skilled or simply bigger or better armed of the milita and offer them a quicker ride to the core of the action before riding on, racing against the bloodthirsty forces. Brother Adalmar likewise wasted no time and ran into the midst of the street. He was only one man, but he had to slow down the foe. Blade and mace clanged against each other as he bellowed a challenge β something between the howl of a wolf and roar of a bear.
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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.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Apr 26, 2019 6:42:28 GMT -8
It was here that his ranger's positioning proved useful, as arrows began to pour into the cultists and mages with sickening accuracy, long-feathered shafts of wood occasionally impaling two at a time. Feanir was a constant blur of motion, keeping a watchful perimeter around the children, two rangers leaving their spots to assist him in providing coverage.
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Cult of Xoilun
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Feb 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -8
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on Apr 30, 2019 17:55:26 GMT -8
The mage looked at Hansel like he was stupid, or perhaps insane. Maybe both. Then she barked a harsh laugh.
"You know nothing, lowlander. Our leader is the Demon Xoilun himself! To gaze upon his form is to be blinded. You may attempt to fight him if you wish, but you will die writhing in agony. Go ahead. Even now he seeks to destroy the Blade and Crown in Esdar'ai. Those cowards hide in their castle and leave their people to die. Oh, and good luck getting through our army in the city streets.. five hundred souls and endless children of our Dark Master await you there."
The cultists were unprepared for an elevated assault, and after many fell with cries of pain, the rest fled into the small side streets and alleyways. While the mages hunkered down and began preparing nasty spells for the combatants both on the street and on the rooftops, the fighters turned to more nefarious purpose. Screams would begin ringing out from houses and businesses as they broke down doors and crashed through windows, seeking out paths to the rooftops to take out the archers.
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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 May 4, 2019 20:54:48 GMT -8
Hans stated down at the woman listening as she spoke with one ear wholly attentive and the other trying to figure out what the hell was going on outside. He made a note of what the woman said and quietly drew a dagger to end her, but then realized he still hadn't asked the cultist if she had been around. The Knight sighed as wearily one hand went to her throat to get her to stop breathing momentarily for sleepy times and the other went to get rope to tie her up as best as he could.
With that he went to the door way peeking out of the frame at the chaos outside. Hoping nobody caught sight of him he stood just at the entrance with his blade ready to cut down someone charging in as they were doing to more and more buildings.
In the streets Brother Adalmar had to react quickly to the barrage the elves let loose on the foes. He didn't bother chasing the random rabble, instead zig-zagging away from arrows and attempts at attack hoping to find and eliminate the mages.
Finally, the mounted Brothers that came upon the scene of the battle swiftly realized that in the ensuing urban combat their horses would be hindrances at best and promptly dismounted with blade and shield in hand, rushing to aid their Brother in hunting out witch-breeds.
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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.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on May 7, 2019 13:01:17 GMT -8
Feanor saw the other mages run off and mentally cursed himself for not listening to his father's suggestion to bring mages with him. He began chanting under his breath, protective power swirling around him in flashes of blue, green and silver.
(Charge 1)
His Rangers were adept fighters, only one getting unawares by those bursting onto the rooftops. The others either relocated to a safer locale, joined their Prince on the ground, or slew their opponents in a whirl of steel. They looked relieved at the approach of the reinforcing Knights, shouting out the location of the enemy's mages for the knights to hunt down.
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Cult of Xoilun
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Feb 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -8
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on May 7, 2019 18:48:12 GMT -8
The cultists didn't anticipate that the townsfolk, now aware that their young ones were safe, would begin to fight back. Those who barged into homes and businesses soon found themselves caught between rooftops and angry villagers with improvised weapons, leading to many jumping off and injuring themselves in the process. Those who had been at the farms with the mounted knights made their appearance soon after the men on their horses, and hearing the instructions called out by the Elves, sought out the enemy mages with a vengeance.
It wasn't long before the cultists were all dead or dying - or in the case of the one Hansel rendered unconscious, bound and taken prisoner. And she would be the only one, for the villagers were merciless, having been oppressed by Xoilun's forces for years now. Once it was clear they were victorious, townspeople began rushing to retrieve their children.
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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 May 8, 2019 11:09:06 GMT -8
One by one the Brothers tore at the mages in the most violent way possible; it would hopefully demoralize the enemy's rabble to see their prized mages having their ribs split apart by hand. Soon all was over, and the four Brothers in the street stood back to back as red statues with chunky bits one would best not pay attention to. As it was clear the battle was over, the Knights all went to their own business waiting until the Priests that lead them here would return to give them their next directions. Adalmar sat in a corner playing a lute wistfully, Brother Volter went to the corpses of the mages with a blade to take their faces for his own tribal purposes, all the while Axel and Klaus went to pile the bodies of the enemy's dead with their weapons so they could be burned rather than onwards stain the earth with corruption.
For Hans however, something else was in mind. The lad stayed in his building, making sure to both protect himself from incoming cultists and protect his prisoner from the retribution of villagers. As calm dawned he quickly went over to the woman, giving her a slap or two to help awaken her. Once he had her conscious and attentive he'd speak, trying to best conjure up the mental image of Livilla that he had. "Oi, have you seen a girl recently, short, brown hair and eyes? She was... she was a human like me," he said, gesturing to his rounded ear. "She'd use... she'd us colloquialisms and all that, talk very city-folk-like, had the accent like of Israns if you've had any before." The lad spoke quickly, excited but also anxious with words spilling out before stopping in an abrupt stutter, the young Knight trying trying to make his description as close as he could to memory.
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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.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on May 8, 2019 11:23:34 GMT -8
With all the children safe with their parents or other surviving relatives. Feanor began channeling the magic ritual he would need to get reinforcements from Mithlonde. Once the connection was established, it would take two rangers to complete the ritual over the course of an hour.
Feanor wandered until he found the Knight who had infiltrated the Hall with him. (OOC: Not Hansel, the other one)
"What did you all find out from the mage?" He inquired.
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The Order
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Roleplay posts: 30
Registered: Sept 29, 2016 14:08:40 GMT -8
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Post by The Order on May 9, 2019 17:40:34 GMT -8
Adalmar finished his chord, before momentarily tuning his lute and then stowing it away as he stood to meet the elf. "Not much, to be frank, however I was only present before the fighting broke out in the streets. The Xoilun thing wants to destroy a blade and crown of this land, they have five hundred or so proper soldiers and a swarm of some sort of minions of the entity. She seemed to think that the rulers of the land abandoned their subjects, nasty business, that." The Knight said, looking at his comrades with a turn of his horned helmet. "What're you folk up to, any news from the Priest and others?"
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Cult of Xoilun
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Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Feb 4, 2019 21:09:39 GMT -8
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Post by Cult of Xoilun on May 24, 2019 18:10:34 GMT -8
The mage came round with a groan, and glared blearily up at Hansel as he made his query, puzzlement tinging her hatred.
"You're here for some girl? No. I've seen none such as that."
And she spat at him. Just for good measure.
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on May 24, 2019 18:15:43 GMT -8
With the cultists dead and being disposed of, the priests and priestesses emerged from the townsfolk, approaching the helpful Lowlanders with expressions that encompassed everything from awe to wariness. Few of them had seen combat, after all, let alone any actions so efficient and brutal as those of the rangers and knights. The same boy from earlier approached to speak with them, looking at the words on a small piece of paper he held.
"No word from the Eyries yet. I guess they haven't actually made it to the fortress, or we'd have gotten something from one of our people there. Next stage is to proceed to Esdar'ai. We should leave quickly. It's all the way at the opposite side of the island, and the Riders will be able to get there faster than we will."
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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 May 25, 2019 10:31:28 GMT -8
The lad sighed as the woman still unrepentant was still not willing to help. He brought a boot down upon her neck in the quickest, most merciful way he could. Hans shook his head as he stepped out again to rendezvous with his Brothers and the elves. A boy approached them and the soldiers assembled to listen to what he had to say. He said they'd be going for the capital of the place as was to be expected. However Hansel couldn't help but be somewhat troubled by the fact the Eyries had not made contact yet. Something twisted in his stomach when he considered the possibility he got Alaric and the others killed because he was on a silly quest for a girl that could well be dead from all this business.
Nevertheless he had to go on, it was too late to turn back. The Knights mounted their horses and then waited for the elves to be ready to proceed to Esdar'ai.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
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.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on May 26, 2019 8:19:09 GMT -8
Silver-armored elven soldiers marched forth from the portal, three dozen in all, as well as a pair of elves in robes. The robed elves bowed low to the Prince of Mithlonde, who had donned a suit of armor of his own during the wait.
"My lord, this is all your father could spare. The trolls in the southern wards..." The mage was interrupted by Feanor. "I am grateful for the additions, these brave knights have born the brunt of the fighting so far, now we may do more than hide in the shadows and fire arrows. These cultists have mages of their own, treating with dark powers. We shall purge them from these lands such that they can never rise again!"
"Sir Hansel of the Dietzhoff, my warriors and I are ready when you and your knights are."
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Post by Fallen Nation of Esdara on Jun 14, 2019 17:48:05 GMT -8
The boy returned to the priests and priestesses, who conferred quietly but quickly with the townsfolk. Soon they were all supplied with mounts, as they wouldn't be quite as fast on their feet as the Elves, nor did they have the same stamina. Once all were mounted up, and the Esdarans were assured their Lowlander heroes were ready, they'd lead the way out of the town and onto the roads. Their destination lay at the far eastern point of the island, and if they traveled without stopping, they'd reach the besieged capital by the following morning.
<Exit to Esdar'ai>
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