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| Jade Lorien | Nov 14 2008, 03:32 PM Post #16 |
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Having driven the front wave of enemies back with his well-aimed blast, Jade plowed forward. It wasn't a reckless charge by any means, the swordsman knew where to strike for maximum results with minimal effort expended. But just because it wasn't a full-on charge didn't mean that he wouldn't gain ground steadily. Indeed the katana-wielding male chopped and sliced a swathe through the wave of undead creatures. They fell like wheat before a scythe, to use the tired expression. It was actually a rather dull exercise to the man, truth be told. After so much practice with the blades, he was able to handle them with amazing precision. Much as the other fighter on the opposite edge of the fray, Jade's style of fighting was very fluid. He himself had often referred to it as the dance with death, as it bore an eerie similarity to a dancer's movements while at the same time bearing a lethal touch should one make contact with one of the razor-edged blades in his possession. Unfortunately all that calculated ability was going completely to waste against enemies such as these. While taking limbs off at will was an admirable feat and very effective at keeping the enemy from reaching them, it was clear that simple brute force would have been just as effective at keeping them safe. The only difference in the two styles, perhaps, is that Jade's method kept him from really expending a significant amount of effort while getting the result he desired. A couple times one of the undead would slip in between him and his charge behind him due to lucky timing on the part of the zombie, though each time it happened the ronin managed to at least slow them down enough that Koralle would be able to handle what was left of them. His main focus was creating a serviceable path through the onslaught to get to the perimeter where they would meet the other living member of this little party. She would have to deal with the stragglers that managed to limp through after being partially maimed but not stopped. Fortunately it was not long before the other managed to work his way to them. Jade had no complaints when the other offered to take up the position of rear-guard. While it seemed that Koralle had made progress, he was still concerned about her having to fight behind him. The presence of a competent fighter back there eased his mind considerably, and in short order they were about to the end. As they nearly reached the edge of the fighting, one last cadaver stood in Jade's path before he could turn to check up on Koralle. He lost his cool for a brief enough moment to allow his anger at the poor treatment of the deceased to spur him into a reckless action. He quickly sheathed the wakizashi at his right hip and then thrusted his left arm forward. Just before it met with the torso of the undead being, it began crackling with elemental energy. As it made contact with the cold body, electricity shot out between his hand and the thing's torso, generating a burst of light and causing the zombie to go flying backward into the night. Jade drew his hand back in, a look of anger clearly evident on his face. "I'm getting sick and tired of these people thinking they can do what they please with the dead." Turning back to look behind him, Jade could see that the majority of the fighting was actually finished. It had seemed like there were a good number of enemies initially looking down on the fray, though he conceded that the number may have been exaggerated in his mind due to the pathetically low number of survivors he had seen at the time (one, as it were). Currently there were only really a few stragglers left standing around the encampment, along with more than a few half-zombies on the ground that were still moving because they hadn't been properly dismembered. That would be taken care of in short order. |
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| Koralle | Nov 14 2008, 07:28 PM Post #17 |
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She was ... tiring. Already she'd lost track of how long she'd been fighting, both the dead and the men these dead previously were. But she couldn't give up, no, that would mean death. So she kept fighting, even if she was among the least likely of people to be combating the dead. Necromancers and demon summoners were the types that she'd only heard stories of, the most fearful of beings. And she, was fighting walking cadavers. It was ... unreal. The blood splashed upon her clothes and the gore slippery beneath her feet was not however. All that was as real as sky above. A sky growing darker and darker by the second too. But she had the night sight ... she wasn't completely lost. Still, Koralle would prefer getting this done by full night fall. She didn't quite relish the thought of fighting the dead in the darkness. If they were lucky though, things wouldn't come to that. The possibility still lurked however... Koralle shook her head. Above all she wasn't alone anymore. That had to count for something, right? The realization did little to calm her nerves however, she'd never obtain peace until all the undead were underground where they belonged. Or the only other option she knew being a massive funeral pyre. "Some weren't much better alive." Not that the bandits' nature made them any less human, but still she'd harbor some resentment for what they once were. The plight of the murdered caravaners was different though, she'd even gotten to know a few of them during their travels together. If she had disposed of any familiar faces herself however, she hadn't recognized any of them. After all not all of the bandits had killed innocent folk cleanly or quickly. While she was not the type who could ever grow numb to the effects of battle, of the discharge of magic and hack of a blade, Koralle did her best. It was all anyone could ever really do, after all. She glanced at the man who had volunteered to take the rear guard, the sight of covering blood and gore was no different from anyone else in this endeavor. Still her gaze drifted back gain, watching the dismembered corpses still attempt continuing their assaults, their teeth no doubt yearning for flesh. Her blade crashed down upon one that had gotten to close, scurrying along the ground due to its missing limbs. Twisting the blade embedded in the mangled torso, she ensured its demise before withdrawing the katana. "Let's ... finish them." |
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| Kaono | Nov 15 2008, 05:59 AM Post #18 |
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Rear guard, something the youth was fit for just as much as he was a scout. His skill with dual blades was second to none, something Skaren took pride in. Both his broadswords had been forged for the purpose of being balanced and usable at the same time, they had no names, or at least Skaren hasn’t named them yet. Each weapon sang as they cut threw flesh and bone of the few straggling undead that stumbled and crawled before him. His job was to keep most if not all of them from passing him… although that didn’t mean that a few hacked body parts would make it past, below his line of sight. Young and with much to learn… the youth still hasn’t perfected his 6th sense. After the two got a head start and took off behind him, Skaren too this as his queue and moved out too, dashing backwards a bit, eyeing even thinner number of zombies that were left after the slaughter fest. He turned his head away from the zombies for a split second, if only to ask a question. “Next move?” A heavy mountain accent, with an undertone that told he wasn’t use to speaking common… an accent Jade may be able to recognize. He wasn’t sure what to do next, I mean, night was falling and he was no commander… all he did know is that tonight he’d be sleeping with his hand on his own steel. This was… tiring, there was no excitement to this fight, in truth it may be because he’s young but there was no sense of life or death for him. At least not anymore, and from the words of the girl… to finish them, Skaren liked that idea and looked back to the other warrior with the thinner curved sword. And as if almost on queue, the two moved off into what was left of the zombies… the vanguard as the young lady took care of the stragglers that got past the flowing steel of the barbarian and the samurai. A perfect 3 point attack fit for each of their combat strength… Skaren and Jade handling most of the work due to their confidence in combat and skill while Koralle took care of the others who came in fewer number. A wave… that’s what you could describe the two, crashing into the undead with such a deadly force, so flowing that there wasn’t a gap to speak of between them almost perfect harmony. Skaren would duck and dash right, removing the arms of one zombie while Jade would circle right, removing the head and torso of the same zombie only to move off after their work was done to tear apart another. Precision, and utter confidence, if it was anything other than the hacking of barely mobile fighters, let alone the dead… one might of thought it was…. Beautiful. The tidal wave of the warriors continued until there was no zombies left… not a single one, nor body part moved again. |
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| Jade Lorien | Nov 15 2008, 02:46 PM Post #19 |
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At the woman's suggestion, Jade nodded his head. Ending the torment of the bodies of their undead enemies was indeed the most logical course of action. Even if they weren't doing it because they felt sympathy for the dead, they still would need to end them in order to be able to have a bit of peace in order to rest and figure out what they were going to do next. When the other youth posed his question, his accent gave the ronin a slight pause. It was vaguely familiar, though he couldn't quite figure out why that should be so. He spoke with a thick accent that suggested he was from the north of Avalon, though beyond that Jade was unsure. He shrugged it off for the time being, deciding there were important matters at hand, then replied. "We do as the lady has suggested." Wordlessly the samurai moved forward along with the other swordsman in order to assist in the final waning moments of the fight. The ronin was impressed with the finesse the other man showed with his blades. It was in a way like watching himself fight, steady flowing movements that seemed to at first have no direct purpose but then became all too apparent that they were never made without specific deadly intent. For that reason it was very easy for Jade to weave in and out of the fight right alongside him, even though the two had never before met. Before long the cadaver cleansing was complete. It ended just as suddenly as it had begun, and then there was a very eerie silence that permeated the air all around the encampment-turned-slaughter field. Gore covered the ground left and right, though surprisingly there wasn't a whole lot of it on the ronin. Dead bodies tended to have that trait; once the blood stops actually pumping, it doesn't splash quite as easily. There are no arteries forcing it to come out in spurts after a wound anymore. In undeath, it would simply ooze from the wounds gradually. Jade gazed around for a brief moment, scanning the area and the perimeter around to make sure that all threats had indeed been seen to. Satisfied at his brief scout, he turned to make his way back to where Koralle stood a stone's throw away. He had questions, obviously. Now wasn't the best time, that much he was aware of. For now he would be satisfied with getting away from the scene of mass death to a place where the three of them might rest and converse in peace. "I'll leave the questions for later; I'm sure that you aren't really in the mood to explain anything right now. For the moment, I'll just say that it's good to see you again and I'm glad you're okay." He then turned to the dark-haired man off to the side. "And thank you for your assistance. I might have had to break a sweat if it weren't for your help." Here the spellsword broke into a slight smirk to show he was in jest. "I'm Jade Lorien, former master of the Order of the Sword. Let's get over one of these hills so we can take a rest." |
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| Koralle | Nov 15 2008, 05:17 PM Post #20 |
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No ... good feeling came of this. She did not awe at the tactical prowess or skill with the blade displayed her tonight. Perhaps it would have been different if she had not known some of the people they now cut down. That one bandit had been right ... they had all just died like dogs. Cut down like sick curs, innocent and cut throat alike. She had no time to simply watch the carnage as it was, come to completion. The fight ended, while thankfully, much more quickly than she had expected. That was thanks to her assistance, of course, she didn't doubt that. As the battle came to a halt, and death surrounded them all, her gaze drifted to the surrounding hills. The trees at one side of the camp had not been spared the assault of blades passing too close, nor spells cast by both the combatants and the mage from before. Speaking of which, she quickly turned, scanning the forest for any sign. Instead she found nothing, and as the deceased became nothing more than food for the worms, it was apparent that whatever necromancer had done these dishonorable act, he was no longer here. She couldn't really think of it as a victory, not when she'd been here since the beginning. Finishing off one of the caravaner's corpses with a final missile spell and a twist of the blade, she tried in vain to wipe the blood from her hands, staining her clothes and even deeper shade of red. If they were still there, she really should get her gear from the caravan. The blood had dried by now though, coming not from the undead as initially thought but rather from, while it seemed so far away now, the fight she'd had with the bandits earlier. Cleaning her blade at the edge of her shirt, she allowed the weapon to rest in the scabbard at her hip. She nodded briefly in reply to Jade but, she wasn't much up to conversation right now. It was ...pretty much just an effort to from losing hold of her lunch, so to speak. A hand raised to cover her mouth before she turned in the direction of the over turned caravan. "This way." She'd already started walking, it was evident that she wouldn't be able to stand being here much longer. There was too much death, and now that the dead were finally at rest she had no need to be here anymore. "There's a caravan. Should be ... at least something left." The bandits hadn't taken everything at once, they mostly just took booze and their captors, no doubt planning to return for all the other goods later. Koralle didn't care. She just wanted out of the carnage scene. ))Edited since I had the time. xP(( Edited by Koralle, Nov 15 2008, 08:59 PM.
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| Kaono | Nov 16 2008, 06:53 AM Post #21 |
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The youth was… Impressed by the skill of the other warrior named Jade. He didn’t know people of that caliber existed outside of his own little world. Just something to show you that Skaren was still young and inexperienced. His world so small and so insignificant compared to what really went on in reality. It was a refreshing feeling you could say… it gave the boy something to look forward to, even if it wasn’t him being the strongest… if he could combat warriors like that, learn from warriors like that this Rite would be worth it just in that. His horizons stretched, just a bit more this day… learning both something good and something sacking. To think people would actually raise the dead like that, and obviously against the spirits will… it was a gruesome thing. Broadswords flicked both to the left and the right, removing the torn flesh from its edges, and then the boy leaned over, wiping the sword clean on the tattered rags of one of the bandits, removing the coating of liquid life from is shimmering silver edge. Satisfied that they wouldn’t begin to rust too much in the time they’d spend in his sheaths, Skaren flipped each blade around in a reverse grip and slammed them home in the leather scabbards crossed on his lower back. He nodded in acknowledgement to the samurai, giving his name in return. “Skaren of Vakati, the Dragon tribe to the North.” Afterwards, he didn’t say much… it wasn’t his place to say anything. Bright blue eyes focused on the scene they had just escaped, the area covered in corpses and fires… the stench of death so heavy one could feel the weight pressing down on their shoulders. But the boy didn’t avert his eyes, no matter how painful it felt or looked… Skaren watched on. This was reality, things like this happened and not just in the stories Sujin and the others told the tribe youngsters… the dead did walk in the land beneath his home… and people did use them for their advantage. It was sick, and dishonorable. Why someone could wake one from their final resting place and turn them into these things. Deep down… deep in the cadge that housed his emotions… was more hate, and more anger to feed Grave… repressing them until he felt nothing as he turned his head away for the final time, his final farewell to even the darkest life that once lived in these corpses. The words “This Way” echoed hollowly in his ears, but regardless, his legs moved, not following too close behind the girl or the samurai, but following all the same. Why did he stick with them? For what reason was he continuing to follow them, he wasn’t sure why… but something told him to keep going… that he would learn a great many things if he continued down this already twisted path with this girl and the other swordsmen. So he followed, silently but he followed his mind wondering just what the hell else was in store for him if he continued this way. |
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| Jade Lorien | Nov 20 2008, 11:38 AM Post #22 |
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When the other warrior introduced himself, Jade politely nodded back to him in recognition that he had got the name. As the other turned away, the samurai's brow furrowed slightly in thought. Had the man said Dragon Tribe? Another odd brush of familiarity that was threatening to unhinge some thought or memory in the ronin's mind. He was getting a very blurry picture in his mind about the younger individual, though it was still a bit out of reach. He supposed that if it were relevant or important, it would sort itself out in due time. Until then he was willing to be patient enough to not force the issue. That was another thing he had learned in his time in Avalon - patience. Being young and headstrong was enough sometimes, but then sometimes patience and planning were required to get where one needed to be. Jade took a moment to make likewise with his two razor-edged blades, slinging them to the side to free off the loose bits of blood and flesh that had stuck to them. He then stooped down and wiped them on the relatively clean cloth of one of the fallen. It would suffice until they were able to get a proper rest and he could pull them out again to get a real cleaning. Standing up, he slid each of the finely honed weapons into their respective resting places with practiced ease, and then started walking off in the direction that Koralle had indicated. He stepped out to take the lead, patting her shoulder in support as he passed by. If this was her first taste of a massacre, then it would be a little time before she would be recovering fully from it. He knew she had some sort of traumatic past, though wasn't sure of any of the details. She hadn't been fully willing to divulge any of it the previous time they had met, though that was to be expected. He wouldn't have burdened or trusted another with his story in such a short time either. Regardless, the first time watching people killed and then have to be killed again tended to mess with the mind of a person without the highest amount of resolve. It didn't take long at all before the remnants of the caravan came into view and the trio had arrived alongside it. Jade indicated that Koralle should go ahead and sit down. He had chosen a spot that would make a good place for a fire. "I'll see if we can't salvage a bit of food or drink from inside here. If you wouldn't mind gathering up some wood for a fire, Skaren? Push comes to shove we could carve up the useless caravan here." He then made his way into the thing and came back out a short time later with a few water skins and some preserved meat and traveling ration bread for them to share out. |
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| Koralle | Dec 3 2008, 05:40 PM Post #23 |
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She wanted to make her thoughts blank, to stop thinking about what had just occurred. Thus was not her first taste of death. Koralle however had not ever partaken in such massacre before. Her family had died, she'd watched her brother die, she'd lost a friend or two. Avalon was in dangerous times, but this, she'd seen nothing like this. The dead! How could anyone, or thing, use them in such a way. But there were evil forces out there, creatures and men with black hearts or none at all. It was sickening and disheartening to think about. Things she didn't want to reflect upon, but this was life, death was a reality. And just when she'd thought she'd stopped caring, to give up, reality gave her the proverbial slap in the face. Of course, these were the reasons why she had come on such a journey in the first place. Even if she did not believe herself capable enough to fulfill whatever vague goals she had set for herself. She couldn't ask random strangers for help, had no money with which to hire swords or mercenaries. And she'd not want anyone getting hurt in such a venture anyways. She could have gotten herself killed before even reaching her destination. But it didn't stop her from trying. Even though she was no warrior, her confidence often faltering, she was not one to give up. Her will was stronger than anything else, than the blade or spell or strength alone. She'd keep heading the same direction she'd been before the slaying of the caravan. If she stopped now, she feared worst things would happen. But she wasn't ready to speak now. Pipe dreams, was all it was anyways. Making a difference, she was no martyr, but she couldn't stand by and do nothing anymore. While she could not pass off the deaths witnessed here today, and worse, she finally managed to compose herself. At least enough to exhale a shaky breath and sit down. Her hands no longer shook, instead she rubbed aimlessly at the cuts across one palm. They'd heal by the morrow but for now, the spells she'd cast during their fighting always caused consequences. Koralle was no mage, not even a true spellsword. She had not yet perfect her small repertoire of magic. And didn't suppose she ever would, no one in her family ever had by much, a few tricks here and there, but nothing of high caliber magic wise. They were knights, swordsmen, that was all. Keeping her gaze on her hands, she scratched at speck of dried blood. It was an aimless, idle gesture. Finding it not worth the effort as it did little to remove the red, and served as distraction only, she stopped. Inhaling slowly, she finally spoke. Of course they'd have questions, anyone would, but she couldn't stand the silence anymore either. It reminded her too much of the death. "We thought they were just bandits. But there were too many of them. They ambushed us. The men fought and died. Women captured, all the ... children were killed, there weren't many, but still... I tried to help, I managed to escape. Then the fighting started. And dying, then there was the spell caster. Some passerby helped, but I don't know if they made it out alive or not. Then ... well ... you saw the rest." |
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| Kaono | Dec 5 2008, 02:57 PM Post #24 |
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Skaren was no stranger to carnage and death, he grew up in it. Often did Orc’s and Goblins and the like try and attack his home, and often did he watch the battle just as much as he participated in. So bloodshed was nothing new to him, able to kill his own kin if practice matches if it came to it, it was his way, their way… and it was something that Skaren wouldn’t trade for the world. But what he wasn’t use to, something he’d have to learn to understand and comprehend would be the fact that there are sick bastards in the outside world that would use the dead like this. The dead should rest, they earned their sleep… let them lie don’t go digging them up for crap like this. Evil men and holy men… once they died they no longer needed to matter in the world of the living. But you try to tell some hell bent finger wiggler that. His mind wondered, and every time it did… it just added to the emotions and feelings he continuously suppressed inside him. No matter how much the youth would see in his time on this rite… that would be one image that would forever be burned into his eyelids. It pained him to admit it… but somewhere inside him, it bugged him… a lot. As they neared the place they’d camp for now, Skaren wondered off, grabbing scraps of wood from the already destroyed caravan, carrying them back to the area in which the girl and the samurai sat. After a while he had enough wood to last through the night, and as he begun to build the fire, the girl spoke, speaking of events past. The Northman youth continued to build the fire, striking a piece of flint against a scrap piece of metal that was probably once a dagger he’d taken off one of the zombie bandits. He didn’t regret his choice to be hired by the bandits for the job they were going to do was nothing like what he had witnessed this time around. It felt… dishonorable. And after he had gotten the fire going, Skaren turned to the girl bowing his head low enough so that even as she sat, the taller boy was eventually shorter. His voice, although monotone held true remorse in it as he spoke “Miss… I ask to be forgiven by you, I’ve wronged you in a way I did not see coming. The Bandits hired me to raid a town and handle the swordsmen there, I had no idea they would do such… If its ok with you I’d like to repay this blood dept… in full.” |
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| Koralle | Dec 10 2008, 10:44 PM Post #25 |
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As she fell silent, her head down, she could not help but wonder, if she could have done better. Maybe if she had not let fear hold her back in the beginning, she could have saved more. It had been a long time since she'd gained any friends, and they were few and far between. Her nomadic nature kept her moving always to elsewhere. But then she let herself get close and they died. Sometimes she accused herself of being not more than bad luck. But such thoughts were unbecoming, she was trying to become a better person and depressing herself would get her no where. Avalon was a dangerous place, far more perhaps than in her father's time. If she didn't fight to change it, no where would ever be safe. Her gaze drifted to the fire sparked by the barbarian. She didn't know where he had come from or why he'd chosen |
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| Kaono | Jan 3 2009, 04:24 PM Post #26 |
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Skaren wasn’t the type that could feel the emotions the young woman was feeling right now. It wasn’t in his nature to feel them, as a Caged One he was trained, and well built to be as emotionless and dethatched as possible, to allow it to fuel the thing inside him. The thing inside the cage, so no matter how hard he tried… the youth was incapable of such, no matter how hard he tried Skaren just could not relate. And so as she turned away from his proposition staring into the fire, he had a feeling she was unable to accept his asking. But it didn’t matter, the youth would stay with her until he had felt his debt repaid in fool… his honor wouldn’t allow him otherwise. |
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