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| Topic Started: Feb 19 2009, 09:25 AM (135 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Feb 19 2009, 09:25 AM Post #1 |
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The people in the caravan ran away as a raiding party chassed them down on horseback. Two men pulled screaming women out of a wagon and ransacking through their belongings. One of the horsemen road by a man preparing to arm himself and cut him down with a battle ax. He had no remorse or care for the dead he had done. As she came upon the scene she could hear the screams even before she saw the catastrophe. Looking to the bandits she noted how many of them ran about rounding people up and taking their possessions one by one. Running in and out of wagons with armloads of clothes, weapons, and food. A few of the men took the horses pulling the wagons and ran them over to tie the, to their own horses. Morgaine would not settle for such behavior and attack on innocent people. At first she had laid low hiding herself from the bandit, but now her mind was made up and she would do anything to protect these people. A burst of light came from her hand as a white light formed into a whip and she marched over to the bandits with the intent to drive them off. They did not notice her silent approach until she sent the end of her whip forward to slash a rider across the face. he flinched and turned to Morgaine who’s face was angry and bold. "Unhand those horses sir and take your men and leave these people be." "Oh and who are you...the Queen of Avalon? You have no say over my actions woman." He replied to her in a taunting tone. "I am the Lady Morgaine Le Fay and if you do not leave now then you have provoked my wrath." "The wrath of a woman, I'm trembling in my armor miss." He looked to his men and then to the woman dressed in an orange dress with braided dread locks and silver hair ordainments. "Get her." He demanded to them. They came after her, ten men at a time. She spun out of their way striking them across their flanks with her whip. One of the men dropped his sword and put a hand over where both pants and skin had been spilt. He made a yelp much like a wounded dog and bounced about on one foot. The others kept their attack as her whip snapped against armor and skin making them slowly try to attack from a distance. One of the men had his chance sneaking in and grabbing Morgain under the arms holding her back and preventing her from using her whip. His comrade came forward delivering a punch to her gut that made her curl into herself but rather then be broken to their will she looked up and smiled at them. The leader rode over on his horse and yelled, “You should not have tried to play a hero miss…take her over there and cut her head off. Teach these people that they can not fight back.” |
 
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| Fina | Feb 19 2009, 11:42 AM Post #2 |
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The scene was bleak. He’d been riding for a while under contract by another through these flat green lands in search of the band that struck close to home, but managed to only catch them way after he’d left his known area of location. Despite the wilderness and its imposing nature, he’d kept focus on his target, knowing sooner or later, that band of men he chased would lead him to the main base. He’d been after the group for too long to give up, and while things appeared futile, a sudden chance would appear. Though unconcerned eyes appeared glazed over as the grim situation unfolded before him, he did not view this robbery through optics lacking care, but instead through saddened stills, knowing full well he’d intervene if he hasn’t staked so much on following them back to their base. It’d appear they had been robbing for now, life still preserved despite their avarice. Hopefully, it would stay that way. ...who is that!? His attention would suddenly lock onto the creeping figure bellow, the visage of a woman appearing to slowly snake its way across the luscious grass thickets. She’d keep on her prowl, managing to remain relatively unnoticed to the goons for a good while. Moving craftily, Fina hoped she’d wander off and away rather than being intrusive, for her attempts would surely worsen things. Unfortunately, his job would not be simple anymore; upon her interference, a fight would ensue, and although the first few dumb attackers were felled, numbers would eventually outweigh valiance, a pig of a man handling her roughly until her appendages were bound. The rest, including her apparent sealed fate, would be expected. Now things would get complicated. Rather than just letting the robbery occur without casualties, the vigilante had managed to get herself ready for execution, and force extra fear onto the already terrified hostages, whose minds are now plagued only with death as a byproduct of their inability to comply. A ‘tch’ escaped his lips as he contemplated what to do, and for a while, he’d hope to feel alright by leaving her to her sealed fate. However, he’d soon be overcome, the notion of loosing months of work no longer outweighing her life, especially when she’d pay it gladly to preserve that which they sought to eliminate. Haphazard plan or not, she was not to blame, and certainly, not to pay. No introductions, no warning – Fina’s figure emerged swiftly from the trees, and under the graces of his ‘Flash Step’, he’d move beyond normal capacity, his figure shimmering and flickering around a patrol of assailants not too far off from the captured girl. Only red would streak as he blurred the layman's concept of 'speed', his scarlet coat fluttering under the move's pressures. Upon arrival at their flanks, the first two’s fall would be imminent because of his surprise, swift strikes from his great sword Reina poised to cleave their heads. Hopefully by that time, the diversion created would spur the girl back into action. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 19 2009, 12:24 PM Post #3 |
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As a man pushed her to her knees another raised his ax up high and Morgaine struggled to free herself. The man holding her slapped her in the back of the head and yelled, "If you keep it up you'll get me arms hacked off." "And I would not pity you sir." She replied with a bitter tone. Looking up at the frightened people she got a burst of courage and strength. She knew she would not die, she had not been brought back just to die again for nothing. Even if she died just making a simple example this was not why she was here. Viviane would have come up with something to save her. She looked up past the blade of the ax and turned her eyes to the sky causing the man holding her to look up in curiosity. With a smile on her face she watched him look back down at her with a look on his face that he was in trouble. At that moment the man with ax in hand fell to the ground dead giving Morgaine just enough time and shock to pull her arms free and turn around grabbing her captor by the throat before throwing him into the ground. With whip in hand she snapped it around another bandits throat pulling him straight off his horse and knocking the wind out of his lungs. The merchants and travelers broke out of their tight bunch and ran for whatever they could to fight back with. One of the women ran back to the wagon grabbing a pan and using it to batter people in the face. Morgaine herself moved with grace trying to use the whip for something more useful. She was more of a swords kind of person, but at the moment this whip was all she realty had. She had gotten it from well a friend of sorts, or someone who had known her and didn't want her wandering Avalon without defense. Seeing the man who had come in for the first attack she smiled and figured a thanks was better saved for latter when people were not swinging swords at her face. Her eyes caught a bandit dragging a woman by the hair and that just didn't seem to sit well with Morgaine. She ran over to him with grace and speed throwing a fist in his face and putting him out on the ground. "keep your hands off her." She yelled as she stomped on his manhood. He curled up on the ground and rolled onto his side in pain. As another man tried to sneak on her with a dagger to her throat she threw her arm back and hit him in the gut with her elbow making him step back so she could face him properly. |
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| Fina | Feb 19 2009, 04:21 PM Post #4 |
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The girl’s expected reaction would spur Fina further into his sudden maddening rage, prompting the bladesmage to enter a series of stances that’d enable his silent homicide to go uninterrupted. Coursing through his veins was an impressive amount of adrenaline, concurrent with the ‘charge’ his transition state towards demon-hood induced. His neck cracked as it jerked left and right, a child like grin worn, and with one swift movement of his arm, his great sword would cleave the earth, the tip penetrating the soil a few inches deep. Once the crimson sword was in place, he’d pretend to be open for the next two incoming bandits, whose elongated noses spotted Fina’s murdering presence without delay. Though as astute was their beak, they’d seem to possess no wit, falling for the feign rather easily. The sword that was swung on the bandits behalf collided with Reina, and while metal hated metal, a swift dash and punch combination would render his first target useless. The move was swift, a single side step to the right of the neutralized guard allowing him clear room for his massive right rook to come in. Given the strike was empowered by his less than desirable blood, the blow would assuredly feel like a strike from a hammer, pummeling on a nail without mercy in the horizon. One strike would suffice in knocking him out, his knees buckling upon the fist’s connection. As he toppled over, the bandit’s restrained sword would now act as Fina’s next weapon. Quickly grasped by the blade end, careful digits would grasp as solidly as they could, and with one swift upwards motion, the short sword would now have its hilt rocketed towards Fina’s welcoming right hand. All occurring in a matter of seconds, he’d apprehend the bandit’s blade in time to intercept the next attack, a sweeping high downward slash initiated at the demon’s high left, aiming to cleave him all the way down to his opposite hip. In an effort to continue self preservation, a quick reaction would result in a successful parry. The blade collected from his victim would need to be merely rising high, meeting the incoming blade half way and rendering its approach to nothing. Surely his strength would not outmatch his own, either, which was made obvious by how easily he fended the man’s steel with only a single hand, as opposed to his attacker’s two handed pressure stance. Just to keep him motionless, he’d adjust the pressure so that he gave the false impression he had a chance at fending the menacing sword off, and when the man was at his most vulnerable, Fina would swiftly end it all. His hand would reach for the embedded Reina’s hilt, and with a single tug he’d let the crimson blade come free. That same motion was continued, the tip aimed at his stomach. Finally, one push would let the sharp tip advance, and without much protest, the man’s torso would now be split. A roar left the excited demon’s mouth as the bloodbath ensued, each new defeated enemy rendering an even grander splash of blood. However, as they quickly dwindled, reason took hold once more, bringing him back down enough to realize the last alive member was currently having his crotch kicked in by the crazy lady; serves him right! Though he’d emit a ‘tch’ bellow his breath, he knew a quick intervention was the only way to keep his hopes alive of finding their base. His figure disappeared and reappeared nearby in an instant, his Flash Step once again allowing such strained movement. Midst her justice fit, he’d interject. His figure was severely spattered in blood, including his white hair, and his large blade, held by his right hand, would not fall behind in the stained category. Still, he tried to maintain as much professionalism as he could. “Hold on Lady…I need this one alive” |
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| Deleted User | Feb 20 2009, 10:33 AM Post #5 |
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As a man went the throw a punch at Morgaine she caught his fist and scowled at him, her eyes focused on his. Slowly his hand glazed over a glossy color as it froze solid. She used her whip to strike his hand and shatter it forcing him to the ground where she froze the rest of him and the ground around him. Turning to the last man still rolled up in the fetal position she smiled, "Not so high and mighty now are you." She had no intentions on killing him, she felt he had learned his lesson and would be on his way but still she picked up a voice call her way. “Hold on Lady…I need this one alive” She turned her head to see the man who had saved her life and gladly stepped out of the way. "I would not have harmed him. He has learned now...thank you by the way...for saving me." The whip in her hand slowly vanished as she walked over to a man laying on the ground with a sword cut to the side. She knelt down beside him and put her hand over his wound to help stop the bleeding. "Get me some young moss and cloth." She ordered one of the girls who was standing around. "What's the moss for?" Asked another one of the women. "To stop the bleeding, I will have to crush some plants later to keep this from getting infected, and I will make something to keep his fever down." She looked back at the man who had saved her as he stood over the leader of the bandits who had now regained some of his dignity. Turning back to the other women she continued, "I need you to help the others until I am done with him. I shall make rounds and get to everyone. Lets get the wounded together, wild animals may smell the blood and try to get at them." As the girl returned with moss she placed it over the gash in his side and ripped apart of her dress tying it around the wound. "That should do for now." She spoke and stood up moving over to her hero. She looked down at the bandit who was groveling before them and then back at the man, "Are you hurt sir?" She asked lightly placing her hand on one of his arms. Her eyes scanned the area as those who were not as badly wounded helped care for those who needed it more. Women walked around cleaning cuts and gashes. Her eyes caught on of the women kicking a bandit in the face who had still ben alive but was not looking to good. Morgaine's heart sank as she yelled out, "Stop it." She stepped forward a little as she yelled catching the girls attention and causing her to stop. Holding her skirt off the ground a little she ran over to the wounded bandits side and knelt down beside him, blood running from his mouth. Carefully she moved his head upon her lap and whipped the blood from his mouth with apart of her skirt. "fetch some water please." She said to the girl who looked at her with confusion, "I said fetch some water." She yelled. The man was rather young for a bandit. She could only guess that he had only done this because he had no other choice, no one to look after him, and no one to care about him. What had he to lose? Morgaine put a hand over his shoulder where a stab wound had been cut deep nearly missing his lungs. "Don't worry, I shall not let you die here tonight. Just don't move around to much or you'll hurt yourself even more." he was too weak to speak but the look on his face said it all and showed his shock that she would help him even after he had destroyed a life before her eyes. Morgaine did not hang on peoples sins but rather believed they could change and he was no different. |
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| Fina | Feb 21 2009, 06:32 PM Post #6 |
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Despite her earlier notions that lead Fina to believe this lady was indeed out of her mind, reason appeared to overcome her finally, her figure gladly allowing his justice to take place. Though he knew he was far from innocent, he’d finally recognize the girl’s unique attachment to justice and her passionate interest in upholding it. Such was her devotion that she’d even risk her life. In such a cut throat world, with magic and powers and so many scary people, it was rare to see one extended a hand to another anymore. However, it was a day to be relived; some good people fortunately still existed in his world. He’d accept her thanks for his earlier distraction gladly, wearing an honest sheepish grin with his eyes slightly closed. Just as this expression of happiness shot her way finished its creation, the hand that held the sword would jolt forward once, striking the rising captive in the head with the thick guard so that he’d be knocked out, successfully foiling his attempts at a poor escape. In one blow it’d work, and as his figure slumped over, he’d return the large blade to its sheathe, feeling somewhat secure no more danger attempted to present itself. “No problem – you got a mean kick, by the way…” He’d speak it in genuine praise. However, he’d need to keep no eye contact with her, choosing instead to focus on the now unconscious body of the bandit leader. He’d grab his limp body with both arms, and in one good motion he’d arrange him so that he’d lay across his shoulder, his head facing into his back with his legs across his front left. His left arm would naturally hold on to the body so that it would not fall, though the right would still be free. In a smooth motion he’d rise and move without deterrence, maintaining a decent speed as he approached the group huddling around the lady. She appeared legitimately busy right now, so he’d stand in place, intrigued like the others over her work. When she was done however, his interrogation would begin. His tone was low, respectful but serious. “Hey lady…who are you and where’d you learn to do that?” |
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| Deleted User | Feb 22 2009, 02:16 AM Post #7 |
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She took the pale of water that was brought to her and let the man have a drink trying to keep him hydrated well enough. There was going to be a lot of herbs sacrificed today to save all these people. When the voice of the man who had saved her rank out behind her she turned still holding up the wounded bandits head a little. "Oh, I suppose introductions are needed, well I am Morgaine Le Fay, and I learned to fight and heal in the temple of the goddess from the Lady of the Lake herself." She didn't mind if that information sunk in or not, but a few of the men and women looked on with wide eyes and an older gentleman with a sword in his hand and a wounded arm attempted to bow down. As he made his way to his knee she commanded, "No, stop it, I don't deserve that sir. I should bow to you, what you did today was noble and brave even in your age. The people of Avalon are the true hero’s here." She looked back at the man who had saved her life and smiled, "If anything he deserves your thanks more then I. If not for him I would be dead and the bandits would have gotten away with all your things." Morgaine knew why some people wanted to react the way they did, but she saw no honest point in it. She had done great things in the past yes, but what had she done in these times that made her worthy of any sort of praise? Her eyes moved back down to the wounded bandit as she put a hand over his wound looking at the blood that had run onto her dress. "So, what do you intend to do with the leader...if you need I can help you once I make sure everyone is aright. If it interrogation I have the means to assist you in loosening his tongue." |
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| Fina | Feb 23 2009, 06:27 PM Post #8 |
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As Fina continued his vigilante watch over the medic lady and the remaining wounded guard, a concerned, focused expression would be worn, genuine concern over the girl and her endeavors driving his inquiries to temporarily pause their inner raging. However, upon the swiveling of her head and her acknowledging expression shot back towards the demon, he’d return to reality, words eluding him for a moment as he was caught unaware. Rather than reacting to her introduction he’d merely nod and smile, finding solace in the sudden display of reverence the people put out in regards to the lady and her teachings. Truth be told, Fina was both obvious and ignorant to the true meanings of her introduction, his high velocity lifestyle and unorthodox upbringing leaving him in the dark as to the latest gossips behind Avalon. However, if he aspired to be as successful a soldier of fortune and globe trotter as he often claimed, he’d need to begin his re-education. As for now, well, he’d conform with a mere simulation of good will; although he knew not of the Lady of the Lake, he knew how to read people all to well. “Blessed indeed…” The words rolled off his tongue as he continued her excellent situational control, keeping her suddenly devout believers in check despite their every wish to indulge pleasure of being in the presence of higher powers. He’d believe not the reactions at first, a sudden urge to chuckle coming on to him as he stared quietly. However, as more and more people gathered, he’d begin to feel the truth of the matter, allowing it to sink in and extinguish any feelings of humor. Upon the mention of his own merit he’s straighten his brow, a humble grin worn as he shook his hand in the way of a few stray peasants wanting to thank him. He required the gratitude of no one, and needed not their payments either. He’d please some for the sake of making them happy, and when all died down, he’d resume his idle banter. “They’re part of a bigger organization I’m tracking. They seem to be hiding out nearby, though they do it well enough that I can’t find them. I was hoping this troops would be my key, until they stopped here…what did you have in mind, by the way?” His voice trailed off as the insinuation would be left to linger into the lady’s subconscious. The ball was now in her court. |
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