Topic: Lost Memories, Forgotten Knights

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January 20, 2012 at 8:37 am #37634
Althis	At the edge of the plains stood the two armies. In the distance, the moon, Solure was disappearing behind the horizon, giving way to the sun and its rays. The early morning air was clear, crisp. Calm. Almost too calm for the lands that were about to hold one of the bloodiest wars known to mankind in this era. The two sides were preparing for a war that seemed to never end. But here they found solace, as this would be the end of the war, they hoped. Whoever walked away the victor was going to shape history as everyone knew it. The banners of King Chelosch, gold and red dragon, flew high overhead across the plains. His elite men were up and ready, waiting for the battle to begin, almost impatiently. On the other side wavered battered flags of the Endoor’s Army, a collective of rebels and people that were tired of the king’s rule. The people’s of the Army were already awake and in formation, as if they hadn’t slept all night. Weapons and arms were few amongst them, armor even more scarce. They stood defiantly. Except, there was something curious about them. Something that all the men of Chelosch’s army feared. It hung over the Endoor’s like a stench, something inhuman about them. That didn’t waver the moral of a small group of soldiers that camped slightly away from the main part of the army. They were mercenaries, flying the banner of a white flower on a blue background. The flower was the rare Uli plant, said to cure anyone of nearly anything. Though the plant hadn’t been seen for ages, the mercenaries kept it as a reminder of a history almost lost to time. It was a small group, comparatively to the armies that stood apart on the plains, but everyone knew not to touch the Ulicis. The Ulicis made the elite look like untrained peasants when it came to combat. They knew no defeat, no failure. The men of Chelosch gawked at them as they walked by the group. Despite their skill and fame, the group was small in number, hand picked by their leader to fight under his banner. They had been hired by Chelosch to be his personal guard in battle, as they were never bested by any person so far. They worked stronger as a team than a plate of chain mail, stronger than pure steel. So on that day, the Ulicis walked into battle, heads high and ready to fight the enemy head on. But what happened… Was lost. Dusk found Solure weeping, distraught over the killing and bloodshed on the earth this day. High above, she watched new events unfold, guided slightly by her hand. As a goddess; she could do anything, as her job; she kept righteousness and order in the world. Something had tipped the balance that day, and it was her duty to see to that. A man, around twenty years of age made his way through the battleground, many hours after the crushing defeat of King Chelosch. He wore white robes of a cleric, and he carried a simple staff, blessed by Solure to heal. He followed armies, to give guidance and heal when necessary, and to pray for the dead when the battles where over. This night, was different. He carries with him an liquid, glowing, but clear. It was kept in a phial, almost the size of his palm. It had been delivered to his tent by an unknown visitor, who said that it must be given to those that needed it most, but could never ask for it. The only person this man thought of was the Ulicis… But none of which had survived. Something guided him that night, as he wound his way through the many corpses that lay strewn over the fields. Something guided him by the hand, leading him to the center of the field. He said a silent prayer, kissing his hand and letting it go. The prayer appeared as a small orange butterfly on his hand, then fluttered into the night. Solure, the moon, almost smiled at him, he thought. Finally, he found himself standing over the bodies of what was once the greatest fighting force in all of the world. The Ulicis. But even the best humans would die. An idea clicked inside the cleric’s head. The Uli plant. He held the phial up to his eye and stared at the glowing clear liquid for a moment, then smiled, his white teeth reflecting in the dim light. Uli extract for the warriors of Ulicis. He stood tall for a moment, his frame lit up by Solure as she watched his work for a moment. He had set in motion a movement which she hoped would undo the darkness that had sprung up. The man knelt by each Ulicis warrior, administering a small drop of the liquid to their lips. When his work was done, he stood and said another prayer out loud, “Solure guide your souls and your feet, your blades and your hearts.” He did not wait for the Uli extract to take effect. He made his way back to the edge of the field and disappeared. This is the tale of the Ulicis. The greatest warriors to walk under Solure’s gaze. Though they had been bested that day by a force unstoppable, they were given new life. This is without consequence, as the Uli extract removes one’s memories. Maybe it serves a purpose, maybe it is the curse for the blessing. It is unknown what the reason is. These memories are not lost, just hidden away, sometimes reoccurring. Some things are remembered, like names, ages, skills with weapons. But most is lost; history, loved ones, places traveled. But with hope, these things may return or be made anew. Skillsets are like classes. -Swordmasters are quick and deadly with a sword, but carry little to no armor. -Champions use swords and axes, supplemented with a shield. Champions wear medium armor. -Guardians carry spears, but have heavy armor and huge shields. They are the heavy infantry, slow but powerful, usually guarded. A true knight has blessed armor, also known as “living armor”, it fits perfectly, and repairs itself with time. There was only one knight in the Ulicis. -Halberdiers are medium armored spear, pole axe and halberd wielders. They are very common in most armies, but the Ulicis halberdiers are still the best at what they do. -Paladins wear medium armor as well, trained to fight with the axe. They are strong, but a bit slower than most of the other people due to the larger swing radii of their weapons. -Bowmasters carry bows of any type, from large to small. They tended to be very light on their feet, armed with their bow and a small dagger. They relied on others to guard them, but they never missed. Usually backed up the guardian. -If you have others, message me, and I will work it out with you. Be creative! ~~Character Sheet~~ User: Name: Age: Gender: Skillset: -Weapon: -Armor: Description: Other:
January 20, 2012 at 7:29 pm #37740
Blake Haughton	User: Name: Joshua Arden Age: 27 Gender: Male Skillset: Swordsmaster -Weapon: Twin scimitars -Armor: Leather armor- essentially his clothes. Description: About 5’6″ tall with long red hair. He has a scar over his left eye, which he doesn’t ever remember receiving. His armor is a black cloak essentially, made of slightly thicker than usual leather. He has blue eyes, which sometimes seem darker than they should. Other:
January 20, 2012 at 8:13 pm #37766
America	User: ssj2america Name: Darrel Owens, goes by Owen Age: 29 Gender: Male Skillset: Champion -Weapon: Carries the weapons of every man who greatly wounded him in a combat. His own gladius, which was forged at the same time and by the same man as his shield, his grandfather’s katana, the ancient kopesh of a currently deceased priest, and a one handed ax of an estranged woodsman. He also was a steel boomerang, but declines to speak about how he was hurt by such a juvenile weapon. -Armor: Just a customized steel shield. Connects to a leather gauntlet he wears on his right arm, and a matching one on his back, can connect and disconnect be use of a lever in the palm of the gauntlet so he can keep it out of the way easily when it is unneeded. His gladius fits into the top of it, like a sheath. Description: Darrel is 6’7 and 245lbs, pretty muscular. He wears a black robe that covers everything below his neck, and all his weapons except for the hilt of the katana. He wears a leather vest, that was made to hold his weapons, so they are efficently carried, the ax hanging on his right, the kopesh on the left, the gladius in shield on his back, covering the katana’s sheath. The boomerang is also below the shield, but needs to be pulled downwards then sideways to be unsheathed. This is so it doesn’t accidently fall out during battle and is the cause of ridicule. The bottom of the robe is pretty tattered, and the clothe wrapping his legs looks very warn. Especially the make shift shoes he wears. Other: Isn’t doing well finacially, most of his money goes to ore and renting out forges so he can repair his weapons and shield.
January 20, 2012 at 8:14 pm #37767
Jet-Kyo	((this is going to be AWESOME)) User: Jet-Kyo Name: Rram (Rom) Lynwood Age: 26 Gender: M Skillset: Bowmaster -Weapon: Carries a large bow with bladed edges in case someone got to close to him, but they never do. He also carries two small daggers with very ornate hilts and very sharp blades. -Armor: leather chest armor with shoulder pads, he also had a visor type mask that was completely white which he could see through but it didn’t allow the enemy to see his face. Description: Shaggy black hair and green soul-piercing eyes. A small build, but he’s very fast and deceivingly strong. He’s average height and wears loose close underneath his leather armor. He has a scar running from his left shoulder across his abdomen to his waist that he doesn’t remember getting. Other: Not easily distracted
January 21, 2012 at 8:32 am #38286
Althis	User: Althis Name: Renault, “Ulicis” Age: 25 Gender: Male Skillset: Halberdier -Weapon: His main weapon is a pole axe, which he carries around with him. Depending on the situation, he may have a throwing spear. It is double sided, though one is a little larger than the other. A small pointed blade comes from the tip of the weapon. He has a throwing blade sheathed inside his shield. -Armor: He has a small round shield that he carries into battle, which can be strapped to his back. It has the Ulicis emblem (white flower, blue background) on it, though it is battle worn. It is rimmed with steel, and is used as a weapon if necessary. He has white armor, with blue outlines around the edges of the plates. He wears a chest plate, with shoulder pauldrons, hip guards and greaves. He has a dark blue shirt and white trousers on with black boots. He has gauntlets that end in black fingerless leather gloves. Description:He is almost 6 foot 5 inches tall, medium build. He relies on speed more than strength. Has relatively messy brown hair and eyes that shine gold in the sunlight. Though his memory is lost, he has a wedding band; a simple silver ring with ivy patterns. Other: He was the leader of the Ulicis before the battle. He was said to be a great leader, and no one questioned his skills in tactics or combat. Was known to have a deep love, but he kept his life mostly private.
January 21, 2012 at 8:43 am #38287
Althis	((I may ask to have multiple characters, haha. We may need some more people! Anyways, due to the nature of my current life, I can get on roughly twice a day to post. The story will be mostly battles and such, so we can move mostly independently of each other. Try to make long posts if you can! If not, I understand )) The world swam. It was sunrise, which was odd. –Well, life was odd, given that he felt like he had woken up for the first time. Renault was the only word passing through his mind. He decided that it must be his name, and for the first time of this new “life” he sat up. The world shook a bit and spun as he gained control of himself and his body ached. Life moved through his limbs, so that must have been a good sign. Something wasn’t right, though. While he knew how to do what felt like countless things, and had various attachments to names and floating ideas, he couldn’t place his finger on much of anything. He opened his eyes to see his chest, pierced by three arrows. Renault frowned. He must have been in a battle, but… shouldn’t he be dead? He felt like he knew more than he should, but the feeling of something lost just could not be shaken. He reached out with his hand and felt where the arrows had pierced his body. The wounds were healing nicely, which didn’t make much sense. He prodded, and then pulled gently on the arrow, which came free with a little blood. Strangely it didn’t hurt, and when he went to touch the wound, he suddenly could not remember where it was. He shrugged lightly, removing the other two arrows. The smell of death and decay around him arrived at his nose. He truly opened his eyes and looked around at the bloody field around him. Uniformed soldiers on one side, ragged peasants on the other. In the circle around him sat oddly colored armors and weapons of unique style. He looked at himself. Blue and white in a flower shape. A shield lay nearby, with the same pattern. A flash of a memory passed through his head. My shield, it called. The group around him began to stir, as if the dead were walking again. Renault smiled, looking into the early morning sky. A small orange butterfly passed by, it must have been someone’s prayer to Solure, he thought and smiled. Had a prayer saved them?
January 21, 2012 at 1:26 pm #38318
Alex	User: zela Name: Gable Ayres Age: 26 Gender: M Skillset: Bowmaster -Weapon: Traditional Longbow, the deep wood is stained even darker from years of use, the leather rest is soft. Also carries three silver daggers, simple hilts, blades have etchings on them. -Armor: Leather, mostly over his chest and shoulders, a few scraps of leather tied onto his fingers to protect them from the string of his bow. Description: Tall and lanky. He doesn’t seem to be strong enough to have become a member of the Ulicis, and takes a small rap from it constantly, which he takes with a good humor. Besides his leather armor, his clothing is nondescript, much like him. His appearance is one of his greatest assets, that he exploits, though he can easily hold his own up close, he prefers that distant combat allowed by his bow. His eyes are a deep green, complimenting his long, straight nearly black hair that he keeps tied back with old bow strings or leather. Other: His good humor allows him to take ribbing from the others, but after a certain point, he needs isolation in order to calm down. His easy-going demeanor instantly vanishes in the face of battle. ((This looks brilliant! Should be interesting playing a guy… ‘Least he’s a bowmaster. Yay familiarity!)) This reply was modified 122 days ago by Alex.
January 21, 2012 at 4:59 pm #38388
Blake Haughton	The long haired man stood, his dark red hair falling over his face as he did. He stumbled, and caught himself on his knees. Looking down, he could see the blood everywhere. He gagged. He didn’t remember why he was here, or for what purpose. He wasn’t a warrior… was he? He struggled back up to his feet, slipping just a little on the blood, but otherwise having no problems. In the ground were two scimitars, and the short curved blades seemed to call to him. “Joshua. Joshua. Joshua!” It was only after he grasped the hilt of the blades that he realized that it was him saying the name. He glanced around at the others. Several of them seemed wounded, but otherwise fine. He looked down to his chest, seeing a cut through the blue and white symbol that was on his tunic, instantly forgetting that their might have been a wound there. “What happened to my tunic?” He wondered aloud. He found sheathes for his swords on his hips, and put them inside. The man in the center seemed to know what he was doing, and so Joshua stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
January 21, 2012 at 6:17 pm #38417
Jet-Kyo	No one could tell, but the young man’s eyes opened wide, staring at the blood on the ground and the body next to him that lay strewn with arrows. He slowly pushed himself up, his demeanor oddly calm. He brushed some of his brown hair out of the way of his mask, and noticed a blade – no, a bow stuck in the man next to him. It seemed so familiar.. Rram.. he tore it out of the man after realizing that it must be his, and Rram must be his name. He found a dagger next to his feet with a very ornate design, and he noticed it’s sheath on his side, and placed it there in slight confusion. He examined the Bow and quiver he noticed on his back, feeling as if he knew how to use it for many things. Too many to count in fact. He slid his hands down the Bow before placing it on his back and standing up, now noticing the others. He noticed they had a blue and white flower design, as well as him. He noticed one like it on his leather armor, which seemed to be stained with blood. “My blood..?” he asked himself quietly. He started to take it off, but found no wounds. He looked up, noticing movement, and seeing the tiny orange butterfly. He didn’t understand exactly why, but it felt like a good thing. He looked to the man standing in the center, who looked like he was thinking. Maybe he knew what had happened here, as the 5 of them seemed to be the only ones alive on this huge field.
January 21, 2012 at 7:46 pm #38523
Althis	((I definitely think dual characters may be in order. If you want to do that, post up. I think I might do another as well. If you do decide to do another character, make it a different skillset than your first, and probably no more bowmen )) Others were beginning to stir around him, as if people were coming back to life. They were sorting weapons, claiming what was apparently theirs. Renault leaned over and picked up what he assumed to be his shield, and slung it over his back. ((Damn, got to go, half post away!! Mostly for the information at the top.))
January 21, 2012 at 7:52 pm #38532
America	Owen sat up, his head spinning. He spat onto the ground and tried to stand. He found his leg was pinned to the ground with a sword, he tore it free and stood, doing a once over of his body he removed a spear from his shoulder, a dagger from his throat, and a multitude of arrows from his knees. He checked his weapons and found he was missing his Gladius and Shield. He found the shield cover in blood lying a few feet away, and the sword jammed into the throats of two men, pinning them both to the ground. He oulled it free and sheathed it, returning the shield to his back.
January 21, 2012 at 8:55 pm #38612
Jet-Kyo	User:Jet-Kyo ..again! Name: Ian Seward (go random name generators!) Age: 30 Gender: M Skillset: Gaurdian -Weapon: Two large spears and perfectly fit blue and white armor. In the dark, the only thing that can be seen is the flower decal on his shield – which is magnificent, almost as big as him and he can easily smash people away and block multiple attackers. He also hides a battle Ax which has intricate designs of the flower growing up the the head, in the sheild , so when he can’t use his Spears, he has a secondary weapon. -Armor: His gauntlets spire out at the middle of his upper arm and the shoulder pads looks similar to that of Samurai armor. His helmet is classic with the pointed out face guard and it almost glows. It repairs itself over time, but he doesn’t know why. (I shall draw his armor. oh yes I shall) Description: Tall, built and very strong. He has short, light brown hair and brown eyes. When his armor is off, he is very muscular and looks just as intimidating, but is actually very kind to those he isn’t there to harm. He will usually go into battle in a very respectful manner. Other: Is never full of himself, and is very appreciative of the Bowmasters —————————————————— The Knight sat up, death fumed into his helmet and he coughed a little, “My helmet smells like death…” A disgusting smell that was all to familiar. He got up, taking off his helmet for a better view of the field. Bodies and blood everywhere, a few men around him began to stir. All of which had the same insignia as the shield in front of him. It was the same as his armor.. It must be his. Ian… Ian.. it floated in his head a few moments. My name. He found two spears, one broken, covered in blood. Both of the broken ends rammed threw two men’s chests. He took out the one spear and started to clean it as another man gathered many weapons. One man stood in the center, who he assumed he knew. Ian waited for him to speak. This reply was modified 119 days ago by Jet-Kyo.
January 22, 2012 at 6:43 am #39111
Alex	The first sound of his new life was the whump of air filling his lungs, and his heart racing in his chest. He could feel his form sprawled in something warm and sticky, face down. The metallic smell reached his nose with his first few breaths, telling him exactly what was covering the side of his face, clumping his eyelashes together. He rubbed his face on the cloth of his shoulder, scraping away the dried blood. He pried his eyes open, and found himself staring at the ground, which seemed to be made of blood with a few patches of dirt. He placed his hands on the ground, and pushed himself up, the movement making his hands squelch. As he stood, the world dipping and spinning, he got his first glance at the area around him. Peasants and soldiers lay dead in a circle around him, and at the center more people like himself, bearing the same blue and white. He could remember that there was something that he was forgetting. The infuriating feeling of not really being able to grasp the missing item. He looked at the bloodied faces and bodies around him, then down at himself. He was covered in a mystery substance that seemed to mimic the ground, dirt and blood, and a small silver handle was sticking out of his chest, through the leather. He reached up with his left hand, vaguely noticing the leather wrapped around his first three fingers. He pulled the dagger from his chest, confused. He should be dead, but he wasn’t. He didn’t feel a particular attachment to the dagger and let it tumble from his hand, the thought of the wound in his chest tumbling with it. In the silence of the field, he thought, trying to remember what was going on, but he was only able to remember Gable. That must be his name. Even if it wasn’t. he decided it would be his name now. The man near the center of the group was staring at the orange butterfly in the sky, and the others were looking to him. It seemed the right thing to do. Gable tried to take a few steps closer, but tripped over something buried in the ground beneath him. He bent and picked it up, happy to find a.. his brain struggled for the right word… a bow. It fit comfortably in his right hand, the weight familiar. He grasped the string with his left hand and pulled back, the tension was familiar to the muscles in his arms and back. It made sense he had a bow, there was a quiver on his back, and his only other weapons were small daggers. He again started moving closer to the man in the center, “Gable. Archer. Battlefield. Dead but not. Amnesiac.” He mumbled, trying to trigger the memories, the knowledge he knew he held, but to no avail, “Left-handed. Alive. Not alone…” His voice trailed off.
January 22, 2012 at 11:04 pm #39730
Althis	((Internet died last night, was unable to post, sorry) User: Althis (again) Name: Ferin, “Fable” Age: 22 Gender: Female Skillset: Swordmaster -Weapon: She uses a rapier, and is extremely agile with it. She is a fencing master, and has learned to use it in combat. When the fighting gets thick, she switches to a cavalry saber that is slung below the rapier. She also has a throwing knife strapped to her hip. -Armor: She wears a high-class outfit, typically grey tunic and trousers. The only armor she is wearing are gauntlets, greaves and a leather vest. Description: Long, blonde hair that is braided and falls down her back. She has pale blue eyes, that almost look grey. The only Ulicis insignia she is wearing is on her gloves; bright white flowers on blue. Other: Bubbly and energetic, but reliable in battle. One of the youngest Ulici member before the battle. -~~Ferin, “Fable”~~- It was peaceful and black in the world, which was strange, because despite the peacefulness, it smelled a lot like blood. Blood. It was also very sticky, and clung to everything, staining red. She rolled over and let the sunlight stream down on her. Around her, people were standing. The dead were alive, and so was she. The others pulled out arrows and blades from wounds that would have killed a man, but she found herself doing the same. As she sat up, she removed an arrow from her chest. A killing blow, yet somehow she persisted. She found weapons around her, that called out to her somehow. Though no memories came to her, she felt like they were hers as she sheathed them. Muscles moved, guiding the weapons to where they belonged, at her side. “Ferin, Fable,” her lips mouthed the words, which claimed to be her own. The group were watching the leader. A singular man, who was leaning on a pole axe, watching an orange translucent, but luminescent, butterfly fly by slowly. A grin passed over Fable’s face. -~~Renault, “Ulicis”~~- Others were beginning to rise around him. And like him, they grabbed assorted weapons without reason, almost as if they knew what was theirs, even beyond death. Some removed arrows, others blades, but they all had one commonality. They should have been dead. Instead, they were standing and breathing, watching him for orders. Like he was their leader, like they were bound to follow him after death. A girl in the background stood, and smiled at him. Maybe I am their leader, til death and beyond. “To be honest, I don’t have any more answers than any of you. Judging by the amount of blades and arrows in us, we must have been an army all of our own,” he pointed to the various weapons and bodies that lay around them, letting out a small laugh. “Whatever it is we did, or they did, apparently didn’t work. Because as far as I can tell, we are alive. And isn’t that something.” He pounded the ground with the bottom of his pole axe. “I am Renault,” Renault paused, with one hand in the air. “Or maybe I am Ulicis.” A weird look glazed over his face, followed by a smirk. “Damned if I know. Actually,” he leaned back and looked at the insignia on his chest, then at the others, then at the bodies on the ground. “I think that we are the Ulicis, and somehow we just cheated death. I think that Uli is a flower, least that’s what my conscience keeps telling me, but I stopped paying attention once it told me I was dead.” He laughed loudly at his own joke, which was joined by the group of confused, should-be-dead soldiers. Renault looked over the battlefield, watching a small group of people make their way across the plains. He strode forward, raising a fist in the air. It was at that point that he realized that they were covered in blood, and probably looked like Death himself. The group in the distance changed course towards them. “Hail!” Renault yelled. One of the group, about ten men, armed and armored, if raggedly. “Scavengers? This is our loot! Our battlefield!” The man trailed off and pulled out a bow. He notched an arrow and shot it towards the Ulici. Renault pulled out his shield, just in time to deflect the arrow, which was inevitably followed by nine more. “I don’t think they like us alive…” Renault said, trailing off.
January 23, 2012 at 7:46 pm #40648
Jet-Kyo	—–Rram—– Rram smiled behind his mask at Renault’s jokes. The man was right, but he was funny. He began to stand as a group passed in the distance. Renault raised a fist and summoned them, and his greeting was returned with 10 arrows. “I don’t think they like us alive…” he heard Renault say from behind the shield. “Then they shouldn’t mind if I take a crack at this..” he said, drawing four arrows. The tension in his arm and back as he drew the string was familiar and made him feel alive. He lightly brushed the feathers before letting them fly across the field of bodies, seeing two pierce the other groups archer. One in the head, one in the neck, just above his armor. The other to hit one man in his thigh and his stomach. “Well look at that, I’m a dam good shot.” he said, taking another two arrows from his quiver. —-Ian—- Ian placed his helmet back on his head after wiping the blood from his armor. The armor felt particularly light and he was able to move very easily. Any blood that would have been stuck to the rest of it seemed to flow off of him, and it shinned with glory. Ian looked down at his weapons, and picked up the broken spear – taking the end which still had the blade on it. “Let’s see how far my dead body can carry you,” he said as he raised it back in his arm. He arched it slightly, and it flew up into the beams from the early sun. A man had run ahead of the group, and was soon pinned to a body he’d jumped over. Ian threw his fist in the air, and took his other spear, “Come at me!” he spun the spear in his left hand and began to tread forward, but stopped short. He looked to Renault, feeling as if he had to ask before he attacked these men.
January 23, 2012 at 9:02 pm #40712
Alex	User: zela Name: Zada (Zay-Duh In case you were wondering/confused) Age: 24 Gender: F Skillset: Halberdier -Weapon: Halbred. It’s shorter than normal, but only by a few inches, to compensate for her smaller stature. The smaller size allows her more control. She can use a standard sized, but prefers her own. -Armor: Her armor is a deep brown, with small white flowers on blue backgrounds spread sporadically over the chest plate, pauldrons, and greaves she wears. Description:Her tunic is a dark blue that covers only the tops of her arms. Her pants are tucked into tall leather boots. Although she stands at 5′ 7″, she’s an intimidating force to those she opposes with her confidence and fierceness radiating from her. Her hair is long, and usually tied back in a braid, lest her wild brown curls get tangled in an an enemy’s fist. Her muscles are well-defined, showing her years of practice and service. Although losing her memories was confusing, the most confusing of all is the simple silver ring on her left ring finger. Other: In battle she can be counted on to have everyone’s back in a time of danger. Her temper is her major weakness, especially off the battle field. Even when she’s not angry, she has a tendency to strike up debates and get others fired up about one topic or another. ~~Zada~~ “Zada…” The annoying voice was calling. Somehow she knew that she had to respond to that name. That that was her name. She wanted to ignore it, or maybe she wanted to yell at it t go away because then she could go back to sleep. Or maybe that wasn’t sleep at all. She groaned, finally opening her eyes. The ground was warm, and had settled around her in a way that felt like she was being cradled. She glanced around, not really surprised to see others like herself around her. The only ones undead in the middle of a battlefield. Somehow she knew she wasn’t alive, she was un-dead. Something had made all of them that way. At least from the looks of it. As the others pulled arrows and swords and daggers from themselves, she glanced down at herself. There was nothing protruding from her chest, but there was a gaping hole in her chestplate. She pulled the armor away from herself, looking down at her tunic, then at her own skin, both of which were soaked in blood. She watched as the skin over the hole closed, leaving a faint pink circle. Marking how she had once died. She settled the armor back into place, completely forgetting about her wound. Zada noticed the others picking up weapons, testing them, mechanically putting them back into place. She had nothing, and she started picturing herself with different weapons. Maybe I have a bow, or maybe an axe. I was probably a swordsmen. She grinned at the idea and bounded to her feet, only to have the world ripped out from under her. She fell back into what she realized was mud. She grimaced at the thought of what had made the dirt wet enough for mud. She pushed herself to her feet again, this time prepared for the spinning sensation. That was when she saw it. It was her weapon. It was what was calling her name, “Zada…” Well, that was technically her own voice, but she could pretend. She gripped the weapon, and pulled it from the ground with a grim smile. It was definitely hers. Zada was again struck with a realization as she held the halbred out in front of her. The small, silver ring on her finger glinted in the morning rays. First, she realized she had lost a majority of her memories. Only the basics were there. The things that she would never forget. Even when she was dead. Gave a whole new perspective, really. The second was that she was obviously married, but she had no idea what guy would want to marry her. She pictured a faceless, nameless man sitting by a fireplace in a shack, staring at the empty seat beside him, waiting. Zada shuddered, “What was I thinking?” She asked herself, still staring at the ring as she walked towards the group, listening to this Renault character. She watched with mild interest as the group responded with arrows. Lovely. She instinctively moved in front of the two bowmen, to the right and slightly behind the large man. Hoping she had not forgotten the proper place for her to be. She waited for orders, her teeth gritted into a sneer. ~~Gable~~ Gable listened to Renault. It felt normal, right. Finally, some semblance of normalcy. If you ignored the fact that apparently they had been their own army, and seemed to have almost held their own against two others. And the fact that some magical flower had brought them all back to life. He turned as Renault greeted a group of men, and rolled his eyes as they returned with arrows. Somehow the stupidity of their actions registered, along with the confidence that they would come away the winners. He watched as the other man with a bow sent his arrows into two men, and grinned. Gable pulled his own arrows, nocked two arrows on the string, and pulled the string back. A few moments later, the arrows were on the way to their destinations in the men’s foreheads, and two more arrows were on the string, he looked up as two men crumpled, “What do you know, so am I.” He commented quietly in response to the other man’s comment about being a good shot.
January 24, 2012 at 1:40 am #41015
Althis	-~~Renault, “Ulicis”~~- Arrows whistled through the air past Renault’s face towards the attackers, finding their deadly marks. It was no wonder that this group had brought so many down. Renault lowered his shield and brought up his pole-axe in a fashion that seemed all to familiar to him. Suddenly, a girl entered the space next to his right, almost in a guard stance, almost as if she belonged there. A smile crossed Renault’s face, as he slightly overshadowed the girl, but that didn’t seem to change anything about her demeanor. To his left, the main with the thickest armor stood, waiting for some unseen signal. The scavengers group paused for a moment, slightly taken aback by the sudden retaliation of arrows. After a moment’s waver, another group joined them from out of sight, probably scavenging nearby. The Ulicis, Renault had decided to call them that even if it was preposterous, rallied around him for a moment. He felt the sudden thrill of battle, of being in charge. He nodded the thick-plated armored man, “He with the biggest armor goes first,” Renault said. From behind the mask, Renault could almost see him smiling. They advanced forward, trading arrows back and forth, letting the scavengers dig in until they were on top of them. -~~Ferin, “Fable”~~- As the arrows flew back and forth, Fable got a grasp of the situation. The group shifted formation, putting the armored wall in front, with the bowmen guarded in the center. It felt natural to her, and apparently to the rest of the group. From the front, she heard Renault give the order to move and suddenly the group was moving like a well oiled machine, practice that guided them, even beyond death. And they were crashing down upon the scavengers in moments. She brought her rapier to bear on the first man she could. He swept at her legs, to which she caught his blade with hers, then swept it off, opening his side. She plunged hard, the danced right, cutting along the rib, severing his muscle. His arm dropped, uselessly, but that didn’t stop him. He shifted weapons and lunged again, weakly, but with all the force he could muster. Fable dodged, then tripped him up with a swift kick. He turned to gain his balance, but she jumped to the other foot, turned and bearing down all she could muster with her other foot. The heel connected to the man’s skull, as she completed the kick, killing him instantly. Fable shifted her footing, regaining her balance and looked up at the others.
January 24, 2012 at 2:38 am #41123
Jet-Kyo	—-Rram—- He almost laughed as the other bowman began to fire as well. He could tell that they had been with the group for a while, and felt the tension of competition. He launched a few more arrows as he watched the group work together, smooth and clicking together. He noticed a man in the back that had begun to run away and fired an arrow, arching it a few inches. He let the arrow flow threw his fingers and the bow snap it into the air. The arrow pinned the man’s leg to the ground and Rram changed targets. The thrill of battle rushed threw him and a smile slide across his face, hidden by his mask. He turned around to see another group, and he quickly drew more arrows. He counted that he had 5 arrows left, and only used one at a time – firing each at a man’s head, to be safe. —-Ian—- A grin crossed Ian’s face as Renault nodded to him. He charged forward, smashing in one man’s head with his shield as he passed him. Ian toward over the group of man, their swords bouncing off his armor and shield. His laughter projected threw his helmet like a war horn, man after man falling at his hands. He tossed his spear passed a man, it gored his side and slammed into a man’s chest. A few arrows glided past his head and hit a man that was outside his vision. He waved slightly to the archers before breaking a man’s nose with his fist. He grabbed the battle ax from behind his back and slammed it into another man. The rest of that group began to flee, and he changed directions to face the second group that had come to face them.
January 24, 2012 at 3:59 am #41264
Blake Haughton	Joshua ducked, dodging the initial arrow wave, and was off, charging the enemies. His speed nearly unrivaled, he reached the first few enemies in seconds, and felt his scimitars slide out obscenely fast, so quick only a seasoned warrior would be able to. They hit their mark, as the body crumpled down, crimson spurting from the cuts it had just received. A slash at him jarred him from watching the image- it still seemed slow to him, and he effortlessly moved out of the way of the weapon- A greatsword, which cleaved into the ground. “You’ll have to try harder than that to hit me!” He taunted, but for some reason it didn’t feel like him talking. These words felt wrong to Joshua, unfamiliar even. Just as quick as they’d been pulled out, his scimitars slid back into their scabbards, and he tumbled away from the enemy. He was frozen, afraid of himself- had he just killed that archer? Without a second thought? Joshua stared at his hands, still covered in liquid blood. His blood. He’d never felt like this, or just never remembered feeling like this. “What’s going on with me?” He muttered, grasping his head.
January 24, 2012 at 7:58 pm #41550
Althis	((I’m going to wait for Alex to reply before I post next Also, did America leave?))
January 24, 2012 at 8:18 pm #41562
Blake Haughton	((He’s more used to short posts. IDK if he’ll be back. I’m not sure he’s willing to read all this… XD))
January 24, 2012 at 8:26 pm #41569
Alex	~~Zada~~ A few of the others ran ahead, their swords flashing, the clanging could be heard from where she was. She was moving quickly, but not quite at a run. Renault was beside her, but that was as far as her mind wandered. It was natural, and that was all that mattered. A few of the enemy ran toward them, trying to take out either her or the two archers behind her. Fat chance. She smirked at them, and the two men faltered a moment, which was all she needed. She twisted slightly, bringing her halberd with her, easily taking down one man with barely any effort. She shifted to the other who had swung wide to the right, and jabbed the point on the end into his chest. He crumpled forward onto her weapon, and she shook the body off onto the ground. Others were starting to get the idea that the archers were the bigger threat, especially when they were distracted by those with swords in front of them. Men from the second group were splitting off, their attention turning to the small group she was in, “Showtime.” She murmured quietly. ~~Gable~~ Another group had joined the first, and his arrows were already running low from the battle the night before. At least, that’s what he assumed. A couple men were making their way toward them, but Renault and the woman were still nearby, so he saved his arrows, trusting that the two would protect him. He was not disappointed. Even though they tried, there was no getting around the woman. Instead, he focused his gaze on the main group, watching their movements. A few were heading their way, but again he didn’t worry. He sent arrows into the backs of men’s heads as they tried to take the others down from behind. Already, the scavenger group was dwindling. He felt in his quiver. Seven arrows left. He needed more, but none were available. Not even ones with missing feathers or bent shafts. He sighed, nocking another arrow, the bright blue and black feathers tickling his nose. He wondered if he and the other archer had different colors. It would make it easier to see who ‘won’ after a battle. And he got the feeling they had a lot of competitions.
January 24, 2012 at 9:13 pm #41591
Althis	((His loss, I guess.)) -~~Renault, “Ulicis”~~- The woman beside him killed the two assailants easily, but a moment of recognition passed through them both: the scavengers were aiming for the archers. He smiled as the girl said, “showtime.” He swung his weapon to the left, striking one man in the chest, letting him crumple to the ground. As he was removing the axe, another man appeared in front of him. Renault raised his shield to block the blow, but the girl slipped inside the attackers guard faster than Renault had expected. She brought her halberd up close, jamming the point into his chest, then kicked him in the stomach, pulling the weapon free again. Renault smiled, jerking his weapon free as well “Thanks,” he said, smiling. Renault and the woman turned, scanning for more people heading towards the archers. The remaining group had either broken off and were running away, or the heavier armored men were taking care of it. The whole team seemed to work very well together, even though no one could remember their past. He checked one of the bodies of the scavengers. The man had been killed by the guardian in the first round of attacks. He had been the leader, or so Renault thought, as he was the one that gave the order to attack. Renault checked the body, and found a large purse of coins. Had they been hired to kill? There was no way that they could have found this kind of money on the field. “I think they were meant to kill us, or make sure we were dead,” Renault said, loudly to the group. “Someone doesn’t want us alive.” He stood up, holding the purse in the air. -~~Ferin, “Fable~~- The battle was over in moments. It seemed to much shorter than what Ferin would have expected. The “Ulicis”, or so Renault had called them, seemed to be an effective fighting force. They had serious training. She was the first to walk back to Renault, who was stooped over a body, checking for something. The sight of the dead, and the sudden smell made Ferin a bit sick to her stomach, but she steeled over it. It was a part of the job, she figured. One hand slipped into a pocket of the trousers, bringing out a cloth, and without even thinking about it, she cleaned the rapier blade and slid it back into its sheath. Not surprisingly, no one was injured. “I think they were meant to kill us, or make sure we were dead,” Renault said, loudly to the group. “Someone doesn’t want us alive.” He stood up, holding the purse in the air. Ferin looked at it, tilting her heads slightly and folded her arms. “Apparently we are wanted. If this battle was any indication of our skill, then I can understand why someone would want us dead, and to stay that way.” Renault nodded, tying the pursue to his waist. “Agreed. Well, together we can survive any fight it seems. Until we get this sorted out, I figure that we ought to stay together.” Renault looked at each person in turn. “Any objections?” Ferin shook her head, “Not from me. By the way, my name is Ferin, but something tells me people also called me ‘Fable.’ ” She smiled brightly, “Both work!”
January 24, 2012 at 10:05 pm #41621
Jet-Kyo	—-Rram—- Rram only had one arrow left as the battle calmed, and kept it in his quiver. He’d noticed the other bowman had stopped firing, confident in the rest of the group. Not to say that Rram wasn’t, but weren’t they all dead moments ago? Someone had gotten close enough to kill him before. After seeing the Knight’s, Renault’s and Zada’s grand display of combat Rram shouldn’t have a reason to doubt them, but he felt like he needed to keep shooting. But he saved his arrow still, as they fled, seeing the group did hold it’s own. He didn’t sit, but he let the bow hang around his arm as he began to walk around the field, looking for his arrows in the bodies of scavengers. 13, 14, 15.. he came across a body with both of their arrows in it. “Hmph… no way in telling who hit it first,” he grumbled, kicking the corpse over. He looked up as he heard Renault call out again. “I think they were meant to kill us, or make sure we were dead,” Renault said, loudly to the group. “Someone doesn’t want us alive.” He stood up, holding the purse in the air. Rram cracked his neck, “To bad it didn’t work. They’ll have to try a bit harder next time.” Though the battle was over, Rram didn’t take his mask off. He didn’t know if he should. Maybe he was disfigured or something. He heard Renault say they should stay as a group, “My name is Rram, and I don’t see why not. If we’ve cheated death then I see no reason why we can’t stay in a group.” —-Ian—- Ian looked over his armor as the last of the scavengers passed out of his vision. The Ulicis, as Renault had called them, worked amazingly. Like an army or war machine of some kind. What kind of friends must they have been in order to stay as a group like this, even after they had died? After sheathing his sword, Ian came back to the center where Renault was standing. He watched as Renault searched the bodies and discovered the scavengers had been paid to kill them. Ian scoffed, “Fools. We are obviously a mighty force to be reckoned with. And the archers can hit them from miles across the field!” When Ian heard Renault suggest they stay in a group he slapped him in the back and laughed, “Of course, Renault! A grand idea! Oh, I’ve forgoten my manners during the battle, or perhaps when I died, My name is Sir Ian Seward, at your humble service.”
January 25, 2012 at 7:04 pm #42320
Althis	((I’m going to be out of touch until Sunday, sorry!!))
January 25, 2012 at 7:18 pm #42325
Blake Haughton	Joshua returned to the group, still shaken. He looked over the others, who seemed to find killing so easy. He wiped the blood off of him, and returned to the circle. He absolutely refused to touch his swords- they seemed to bring out his darker side. “How do all of you find it so easy? I don’t even remember being a warrior at all, yet I cut that man down as if he were nothing. It makes me sick…”
January 25, 2012 at 8:32 pm #42385
Alex	~~Zada~~ She stood calmly, leaning the base of her weapon into the ground and using it as a support. The others were slowly making their way back, and Renault was going through the leader’s pockets. She wasn’t really surprised to see the bag of money. They had fought quite well after just waking up from the Final Sleep, how good were they before they had died? She grinned, and glanced at Renault as he held the money in his palm. She took a few moments to reflect back, there had been a familiarity during the fight. Something… unspoken in a way. She chewed at her bottom lip a moment, then shrugged it off. Of course there had been a familiarity. They had been fighting together for who knew how long. They had watched each other’s backs countless times… Probably. Her attention was pulled away by one of the others, a man about her height, with swords at his sides that he was defiantly not touching. “How do all of you find it so easy? I don’t even remember being a warrior at all, yet I cut that man down as if he were nothing. It makes me sick…” He seemed genuinely upset, and she just couldn’t comprehend it. Why had he been in the group in the first place if he was so queasy about these matters? Zada took a breath, and turned to face him, “It’s simple how I can find this so easy. These people,” She gestured at the entire battlefield, “Were trying to kill me and my group, maybe we’re friends. Either way. They had our death on their minds. Only death would stop them from killing me.” She thought of the man she had just had to kick off the end of her halberd, “It’s disgusting, sure. It had to be done.” She shrugged. That was really all she could say on the matter without seeming even more insensitive. She glanced to the group at large, “I’m Zada by the way. Pleasure to serve with you, and I’m all for sticking together.” ~~Gable~~ As soon as the others were returning from the skirmish, Gable strapped his bow onto his back and headed out to retrieve his arrows. He saw the other archer out there, muttering numbers to himself. Gable’s focus was drawn to the colors of his feathers, and he began collecting them. Grimacing as he pulled them from flesh and bone. He grinned at his accuracy, most of them had been headshots, a few in the back over the heart, and some in the chests. There were, of course arrows in arms and legs. He came across the body with both arrows in it at the same time as the other man, and shrugged. No one got the credit. No telling who hit first. As they returned, he cleaned the arrows as best he could, and examined them for damage. He frowned as he threw out a few. The shafts had been splintered, but he saved the feathers, tucking them in a small pouch at his waist. He looked up at the bag of money in Renault’s hand. It made sense. He heard the swordsman wonder how they did it so easily, and Gable honestly had no idea. It seemed Zada’s response was pretty accurate. He turned to Renault, “I will happily stick with the group. Gable Ayres at your service.” He smiled at the others, before returning to his work with his arrows.
January 25, 2012 at 9:03 pm #42410
Blake Haughton	Joshua felt foolish for asking them, but he didn’t see any other option. He wiped the blood off of him as quick as he could, and glanced over the group. The symbol that dominated them was the blue and white flower, a symbol which was cut through on Joshua’s own armor. “I’m Joshua… I guess, I’ll come with you guys. I don’t really have any other place to go. I don’t know if I can help you like a warrior would, but-” He felt so completely stupid in comparison to the others. They were obviously a company of skilled fighters, and he was a member at some point. He didn’t remember any of it; he barely knew his own name. He didn’t want to be a warrior right now, but perhaps when he remembered more, he might change his mind.
January 25, 2012 at 11:08 pm #42481
Jet-Kyo	—-Rram—- Rram looked over to Joshua, walking over to him. “Your right you know,” he said quietly, “It’s odd that we can just kill without a second thought. Granted, that probably won’t stop me from killing anyone else who attacks us.” He sat down and started looking over the arrows he collected, “Out of curiosity, though, what disgusts you so much about what you obviously do?” He threw only a couple arrows away in annoyance, loading the good arrows into his quiver. As he listened to Joshua and the others, Rram took of his breastplate and started to look it over. He wondered if he knew how to repair the gash in the front of it. —-Ian—- “It’s true. I attacked knowing they wanted to kill us, for whatever reason. I’d rather have them dead then let them threw the front line,” he said, patting his chest plate and making a loud clang. Any dents that the enemy had delivered started to buff themselves out, and Ian watched in confusion. “What in the name of Solure..” he said, raising his arms slightly.
January 25, 2012 at 11:28 pm #42497
Blake Haughton	“Something feels wrong about it to me… I’m not sure why. Perhaps I forgot the reason why I fought. If I could remember, I might think differently. All I remember is my name. That’s all.” Joshua glanced away, looking back at the carnage. So far that’s one that I remember. One dead man by my hand. “Sorry.” He muttered. There had to be some reason why he was here with these people. “I’ll have the best chance of finding it with you guy-” A memory flashed at him- a woman, but her face was unclear. His head ached. “Do any of you remember anything besides fighting?”
January 25, 2012 at 11:48 pm #42515
Alex	~~Zada~~ She watched the others, looking over the damage done to their armor, even their weapons. It felt like determining if they were ready to move or not. Her gaze shifted to her own armor, and the desire to clean up suddenly hit her. She was tired of wallowing in her dried blood, but that would have to wait. Joshua had introduced himself, along with a few others. She made a mental note of them. Joshua then asked if they remembered anything else, and her gaze shifted to her ring, and for a moment she tried with all her might to remember who had given it to her. The effort made her dizzy, “Can’t say I remember anything else.” She shrugged, “I feel like a machine fresh out of the factory. My job is to kill those that try to kill me. That’s all.” She shrugged. ~~Gable~~ He listened intently to the conversations buzzing around him. There really wasn’t much he could add to the conversation. Absentmindedly, he began untying the leather from his fingers, three rings of lightly tanned skin stood in contrast to the mud-smeared skin of his hands and arms. He heard Joshua’s question, and piped up, “Not really. Although, I get these weird moments when I know I’m supposed t be remembering some specific part of my life, something that would give me courage or a reason as to why I’m here, but it’s just out of my reach.” He frowned, stretching forward, his shoulders popping, “It’s frustrating.” He admitted the last part quietly.
January 30, 2012 at 8:35 am #45875
Althis	-~~Renault, “Ulicis”~~- Renault looked at the group for a moment, listening to them talk amongst themselves. For the most part he was interested in Joshua, whom everyone was trying to reassure. A rather odd feeling passed over him as he reached out and put his hand on Joshua’s shoulder. “To be honest, I am sickened as well. However we did it in the past lives is just that: past. I feel mostly the same way, but not nearly to your degree, and I am deeply sorry for the things we have done, but it is either us or them. I figure that if we stick together, we should be alright. We need to watch each others backs.” Renault looked over the group. Two archers, a guardian (who’s armor was fixing itself under his own eyes, much to his amazement), two halberdiers, and two swordmasters. All in all, amazing that they walked beyond death. Suddenly something caught his eye, a ring on Zada’s finger. He looked down and saw a ring that looked like the band he wore on the same finger. He caught her hand, trying to get a better look, making eye contact. A flash passed through his head, followed by a stiff headache. “I…” He started, then stopped. They both probably had incredulous expressions. “I have a ring like that, too.” Holding up his hand revealed a simple ring with ivy patterns. -~~Ferin, “Fable”~~- Fable watched the commotion amongst the people, talking about this and that. Joshua seemed to be sickened over what they did, as while she was too, it was a part of what they did to survive. How they survived death was more important to her than anything else, even her own living feelings, she thought. She watched the armored man look down at himself, as if the armor was alive. Then it moved, fixing itself. Fable jumped, covering her mouth. “Wait, let me see that.” She said to the man in the armor. Reaching over, she grabbed a broken blade. With a metal grating sound, the ran it over the armor, cutting it slightly, but destroying the rest of the broken blade. In moments, the armor seemed to fix itself, coming back to its original shape. “That is… very odd.” She commented, lightly.
January 30, 2012 at 5:22 pm #45988
Alex	~~Zada~~ Zada’s attention had turned to the guardian, and she watched as his armor repaired itself. That was certainly different. She felt a wave of surprise, like she had seen it multiple times before, but even when before she died, she had never gotten used to it. She shook her head, and silently took in the field around them, wondering vaguely why everyone thought that the recent dead bodies added to the field were such a big deal. It had to be done, there was no point to being sentimental about it. She felt a hand on her wrist, and she jumped turning around, about to bring an elbow into the person’s face, but stopped just in time, “You better watch it. I won’t hesi–” Her words stopped as he looked up from her ring and made eye contact. A hint of something flashed in her mind, making her head swim. She took a deep breath and the feeling cleared, her vision refocused. Zada glanced around, everyone’s attention seemed to be held by the armor. She took her chance and snatched her hand away, annoyed with herself. She had meant to tie the ring on a strap of leather until she could remember who had given it to her. She looked at Renault’s, “Interesting.” She raised an eyebrow at him, trying to figure out if he had had the same reaction. Nothing. “Looks like there needs to be more variety in rings. There are a variety of explanations, though.” She glanced to the others, then back, “Thoughts?” ~~Gable~~ He watched as the armor repaired itself, then as Fable broke a blade on it he watched as it repaired again. He agreed with the others that that was definitely not normal, but found himself feeling slightly envious. Maybe if they all had armor like that, they wouldn’t have died so easily. He felt the hole in his armor, the cloth of flimsy fabric where the armor wasn’t covering. Gable couldn’t figure out what bothered him so much, until it struck him. He felt vulnerable, exposed. He knew he hadn’t had that before, there had never been a reason to feel vulnerable before. They had obviously taken quite a blow, and it was new to all of them. He shuddered slightly, and hugged an arm to himself a moment, took a deep breath, then forced the feeling away. Gable scanned the surrounding area, sure that more scavengers would be coming to finish the job at any moment. His eye caught on Renault and Zada who seemed to be examining something they both had, but he didn’t see what it was.
January 30, 2012 at 9:10 pm #46085
Jet-Kyo	—-Rram—- For some reason, Rram had no feelings of surprise when the armor started to shift. Fixing itself only moments after Fable slashed the blade across his armor. “Well how did you manage to get killed in armor like that!?” he almost laughed, placing the remaining arrows in his quiver. He was about to get up and walk over to Ian before catching a glimpse of the rings on Renault’s and Zada’s fingers. He grew quiet and scratched the back of his head, unconsciously and out of apparent habit. He put his arm down, annoyed. His head didn’t even itch. He looked over to Gable, who was still messing with his arrows. “So.. I don’t know about you, but i felt like we were competing. I’m not really sure what I think about that, but it sure kept me on focus.” Rram almost took his mask off, reaching up a little with his hand, but brought it back down. Why did he feel so compelled about the mask? He hid his own face… why? Did he have something to be ashamed of, as if keeping the mask on was like being a different person? Rram breathed out heavily in annoyance with himself. —-Ian—- “Odd is putting it mildly, M’lady. What great did could I have done to earn magical armor?” he stopped himself. He sounded like a fat headed pig. He shook his head, folding his arms in front of his chest. No matter what he did to gain the armor, he still managed to fail defending their lines. They all died… but, they were still alive somehow. Ian took his helmet off, “Never mind my question, it matters not. Renault! I don’t mean to interrupt you, but where do you suppose we go? There are sure to be more of those scavengers at any given time. And we now have some coin to make our way to.. somewhere!” But where could they go anyway? Ian put his hand on his head and shut his eyes, irritated. Was he always this stupid?
January 31, 2012 at 1:42 am #46330
Althis	-~~Renault, “Ulicis”~~- The moment was broken by the sounds of the others inspecting the guardian’s, Ian’s, armor. Though Zada seemed tough, there was a moment of confusion for both of them. Renault felt her gaze on him, but neither of them reacted. Maybe neither of them wanted to react, or see the other react? “Looks like there needs to be more variety in rings. There are a variety of explanations, though.” She glanced to the others, then back, “Thoughts?” “First thought is that we are married–” He stopped as one of her eyebrows raised, questioningly. “–I meant, we are married, but probably to separate people.” Renault finished, quickly, letting a smile spread across his lips. “My thoughts are that we ought to wait for our memories to come back more before we make a decision.” He folded his arms across his chest, as Zada nodded. His attention was caught by Ian. “Never mind my question, it matters not. Renault! I don’t mean to interrupt you, but where do you suppose we go? There are sure to be more of those scavengers at any given time. And we now have some coin to make our way to.. somewhere!” At his own words, Ian seemed to be embarrassed. Renault let out a chuckle, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught Zada smiling. “We need to get off the battlefield, you are very right. There has to be a road out of the field, as two armies must have left a trail. Personally, I would rather follow the ones that we died for, rather than the ones that killed us. Don’t you agree?” His headache worsened for a moment, and he closed his eyes as pictures crossed his head. A town. There was a town nearby. A freeport, open to everyone. “I think that there is a town nearby. Somewhere we can lay low.” -~~Ferin, “Fable”~~- Ferin watched in awe as the armor fixed itself after the broken blade had cut it.“Well how did you manage to get killed in armor like that!?” Asked the masked bowmaster, to which Ferin turned and faced. “We all got killed out there. Overwhelming odds are still a factor. We can’t just assume we are invincible. Something must have caused us to falter.” She stopped, looking around at the bodies. “Or someone,” she finished, quietly. Ian called out to Renault, who replied that they should make towards the town. A freeport, a place where anyone could come and leave without worry. They were left alone, for the most part. Freeports were found on boundaries between kingdoms, and were often very good for diplomatic deals and trade routes. “The White Flower Inn!” Fable called out, then clapped her hand over her mouth, turning slightly red. “I remember that place. It was supposed to be named after the Uli plant.” Then she stopped talking, tilting her head slightly. “How did I remember that?” —-Time passes, as the Ulicis move from the broken battlefield to the freeport. Night is settling on them when they arrive at the gate. People are whispering about them, as news has traveled that they had disappeared. Phantoms? Spectres? Ghosts come to haunt the living? Or did the Ulicis beat death, standing up from the final rest to claim an unfinished goal. Solure finds the group at the White Flower Inn, just as Fable had remembered. The symbol is indeed the Uli flower. Tonight, it is relatively packed, but the taproom is large. From here, Renault has procured rooms (almost the entire inn), much to the astonishment of the innkeeper (who has probably never seen that amount of money since the day he bought the place). Here, the group finds itself slightly spread out, still with gaps in their memories. But alive.
January 31, 2012 at 4:05 am #46476
Blake Haughton	Joshua leaned up against the wall by the fireplace, watching the people bustle about. He had begun the nervous habit of rubbing his hands on his sword pommels; it kept people at a safe distance, save for those of the Ulicis who decided to sit with him. Looking through the bustling crowd, it reminded him of something- a tavern out in a large port city, where a young red haired boy entertained the customers and served them. A black haired girl frequented the place. These memories were odd- could they really be his? The girl’s name- what was it? Ta- that’s all he could get, and he gripped his forehead in pain. He continued to watch the crowd silently, until a figure caught his eye. A tall slender figure of a woman, in a green satin dress, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. She turned and smiled at him before walking towards the door. Her skin was pale, and her blue eyes shone with a sparkle as she smiled the brightest most beautiful smile that Joshua had ever seen. He stood instantly, following her towards the door. He lost her in the crowd and ran outside. Looking around, he saw no one. He felt tears in his eyes, but he didn’t know why. “Who are you temptress, and why did you appear before me?” He wept, turning to walk back inside.
January 31, 2012 at 3:08 pm #46548
Jet-Kyo	—-Rram—- Rram sat on the table, still with his mask on. He spun his dagger on the table, stopping every few spins to examine the ornate design that ran down the handle. People gave him looks, others whispered quietly. They must have been a well known group, as everyone was watching them like they were supposed to be dead — Of course, they were. But they weren’t. Rram grumbled and with a huff, he got up and began walking to his room. Noticing all the creaks and cracks in the floor boards, feeling the walls. This place seemed so familiar, like they’d been there a hundred times. He began to shuffle threw his pockets as he walked into the broken looking room. This wasn’t where he’d been headed.. he must have gotten lost in thought. As he wanted to walk out, a flash of a young girl hit him. She didn’t seem much younger then he was. She reached out to him as she began to fall. It seemed as if she was right there, and Rram went out to grab her hand as she fell backwards but the image disappeared. He was still in the room. Rram slammed his dagger into the wall of the room, “Why don’t I remember you…” —-Ian—- Ian walked out of the shower room, steam everywhere, a towel over his shoulders. He put on his leather pants which he wore under his armor. He put on his boots and went back to his room. His armor lay where he had put it, standing in glory near the fire place, giving it light. He walked over, “What did I do..” an image flashed of a faceless man on a huge beast that Ian did not recognize. A cold shiver ran down Ian’s spine, and a feeling of disgust ran threw him. “What in.. A name… what was his name?” he tried to think but only gained a massive headache. “Bah!”
January 31, 2012 at 8:09 pm #46630
Alex	~~Zada~~ She sat quietly at the table that the others had decided to use. She had already been to her room, her clothes and armor had been cleaned, along with herself. It felt almost natural to be sitting in the Inn, the people seemed familiar to her, as did the feel of the wooden table beneath her palms. She sighed lightly, happy to be rid of her armor for a time, as well as her weapon, although she kept a dagger borrowed from Gable tucked at her belt. This time spent sitting at the table allowed her to probe her mind, to try and figure out who she was. Her hand rose to her neck, playing with the ring she had tied there. It didn’t feel right wearing it when she couldn’t remember him. Nothing was coming to her, except that flash of… whatever it was earlier when Renault had pointed out the rings. Damn right they were married to other people. She would never marry such a bore. She couldn’t keep a small frown off her face. All of this concentration on the past and memories, added to the annoying glances of the other patrons in the room made her grumpy. No one was talking, there was no one to debate with. It was all getting very tiresome. One patron walked by, close to the table, and stared. Zada had had it. She half rose from her spot at the table, and curled her lip at the man who had now stopped in his tracks, staring at her. She nearly let out a growl, “Why won’t ya’ll STOP. STARING?!” it had started as a whisper, but her voice had risen. She leaned forward on the table, tempted to start a commotion, anything to snap her out of the misery of not remembering, but instead she took a deep breath, her chin dropping to her chest. The man just scurried away. She turned to the few that were left now that Rram and Joshua had left, “I need air. I’m going for a walk.” She snatched her room key off the desk and stalked into the night, her short tunic and pants shifted gently in the breeze. ~~Gable~~ It felt nice to sit in the warm room. The warmth of life in direct contrast to the coldness of death he had felt mere hours ago. The feeling of being clean was amazing, too. Even before the battle, he felt like it had been awhile since he’d had a chance to properly shower. He sat in contemplation much like the others, one hand tangled in his hair, as was his habit, he assumed. He looked at his arms, his hands. The exact opposite of Ian, and by far, the scrawniest one. Yet, here he was. With this group of fighters. He obviously had some assets that allowed him to fight with them, he assumed it was his accuracy in battle, but still. He wondered why he was with this group. What had happened in his life that made him join? He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. Who AM I? That thought was all that ran through his mind. He watched as the others left, mostly ignoring everyone else. Zada stood and stared a man down, but it didn’t register until after she had left that maybe he should have tried to stop her from confrontation. He sighed. Trying to grasp at memories was doing nothing but giving him a headache. He leaned back against the wall, relaxing finally, only to be confronted with the image of a child. One with the sweetest, most perfect face, but contorted in terror. Gable tried to grasp at the memory, but it slipped away like fog. He growled lightly under his breath.
January 31, 2012 at 9:06 pm #46671
Althis	((For reference, the emblem looks a bit like this [http://www.greensender.com/images/small_Flower.jpg], but white and this kind of blue [http://www.nisd.net/ward/LearningLinks/WebBasedLessons/Science/Oceans_4th/darkblue.gif]. The black on the flower is white, and the white around the picture is blue.)) -~~Ferin, Fable~~- Ferin was upstairs in her room. She was braiding her long golden hair, enjoying the feeling of being clean. When they had reached the city, she and Ian had been tasked with finding an armorer to repair their armor. At first, the man had been unwilling, but with enough coin, he was persuaded. So the armor of the Ulicis had been fixed and reassembled. Everything was exactly as it was before, white flowers on blue backgrounds. Everyone’s, except Renault, who had had blood red added to the center of the flower in honor of his own death. Ferin didn’t know if anyone else had done the same. Her attention refocused on the room around her again. She stopped braiding her hair for a moment and looked at her armor, which was made anew. The leather vest reflected light well, as it was polished and new. Stained blue, with the white flower over the chest. The rest of her armor, gauntlets and greaves, sat by a small wooden chair in the corner of the room. The light in the room came from a single moon candle, a device that produced a luminescent blue glow. Solure priests sold them to raise money for their churches, and only they really had an idea of how it worked. Her blades rested, leaning against the chair. It was all so familiar, yet so far away from the reach of reality, it seemed. Then she heard it again. Something was making an odd noise, something was wrong. It was a second floor room, so the window was mostly inaccessible. Wearing street clothes and no boots made her nearly silent as she crept to the window. She opened it with one hand, the other gripped a knife that she always had on her side. It was a thin throwing blade, easily concealable. The window opened when she pushed on it, but no one was there. She snapped to the door, where a black cloaked figure had entered. He had a weapon drawn, a sword. Fable smiled, flicking out the knife and throwing it in a singular smooth motion. The blade snapped into the man’s arm, sinking deeply into the flesh. He cursed, dropping his blade. Ferin was at him by the moment the blade hit the floor. She leapt across the room, landing a full kick into the man’s stomach. There was a chest plate there, under the cloak, but Ferin seemed to bend it anyways. It still hurt her foot, a lot. As the man doubled over, Ferin regained her footing and dropped her heal onto the back of the man, crashing him into the floor, back up. He let out a sigh, blood seeping onto the ground. Fable rolled him over and freed her knife. She searched him quickly, retrieving a small pouch of gold, leading her to believe this was an assassin. She bound him with the leather belt he wore around his waist, then relieved him off all his weapons. He was unconscious, which was good. Now Ferin had a moment to assess the situation. She had to find Renault. As she turned the door, a loud crash announced that Renault already knew exactly what she was going to tell him. She grabbed her rapier and rushed downstairs. -~~Renault, “Ulicis”~~- Renault watched Zada from the corner of his eye. She seemed especially upset, as did everyone else, it seemed. Except for maybe Ferin. Something told him that she was the most lighthearted of the group. He twisted the ring on his finger, wondering who it could have been. Who he was. Who she was. It made little difference now. Renault shook his head and decided to leave Zada be, though something inside his heart tugged him. He walked past the innkeeper, who looked almost visibly shaken. A man in a dark cloak put coins on the bar and headed upstairs. Following him up the stairs with his eyes, Renault felt a bit uneasy. He scanned the room, looking for other people like him. Someone was seriously not happy about the Ulicis being alive. A small knife lay hidden inside his coat, but it felt a little paranoid to be worrying so much. The feeling came second nature to him. Renault went outside, passing a man who opened the door. Breathing in the cool air, he realized that he was not alone, but instead he was being followed. Renault breathed a prayer to Solure, who was watching above. He turned and confronted the man. “Who are you, and why are you following me.” The man grinned, showing white teeth in the moonlight. Renault frowned. The man was a sugar-dancer. It was a drug made from a flower that was related to the legendary Uli plant. Instead of healing, this plant could be derived to a substance that acted like sugar. It was sweet, but extremely addictive. The properties of the plant were wondrous, but very harmful. It was a bleaching agent, and it would corrode your teeth. After much use, it would drive you insane, much like the man that stood in front of Renault. The man shook slightly, then mumbled and charged at Renault with a flurry of almost drunken attacks. Renault blocked and dodged, except the man’s random-style approach was almost working. He clipped Renault’s shoulder, causing it bleed. He gasped and put his hand up, realizing that the sugar-dancer was also wearing claw-like blades that extended from his gloves. Renault took a step back, then waiting for the man to charge again. When he did, Renault side-stepped, then pushed the man to the ground. He brought out his knife and silenced the sugar-dancer. He sheathed the knife, running towards the White Flower Inn. He reached the door, only to see three more crazed men waiting. “Damn,” he whispered as the three charged. The door crashed open as one of the men tackled Renault. He landed squarely on his back inside the door of the room, followed by the two other assassins. The wind was knocked out of him, and he felt the world spin, but his reflexes screamed and he flung one man off of him. Everyone in the room backed away, quickly. In the sudden commotion, Renault realized that there were more people armed in this room than expected. “I hope you fight well,” he said aloud. -~~The Cleric~~- A man in a white cleric’s robe made his way into the White Flower Inn when he had heard of the return of the Ulicis. He stopped in the street, as a girl passed him. He recognized her at once, and called out to her. “Are you part of the Ulicis? Why are you alone? We need to find the others, soon.” He said, very quickly, but quietly. The cleric was of twenty years of age, with short brown hair and dark eyes. The moment the words were out of his mouth, there was a loud crash, like wood being splintered. “Come on, before it’s too late. There are assassins looking for you.”
January 31, 2012 at 10:24 pm #46734
Jet-Kyo	—-Ian—- Ian had began to refit his armor (though his shield had not repaired itself, so he left it in the armory) and it fit as if it flowed into the right shapes, specifically for him. A smile crossed his face before he heard the commossion from downstairs, immediately ignoring his head ache. He grabbed his Ax and one of his spears, jumping down the stairs. A single man in a black robe charged him from below. “Fool!” he shouted, slashing him open with the Ax. He saw Renault throw the man off of him as he entered, seeing more people armed then expected. He reached down, taking the dead man’s cloak and wrapping it around half of a broken table. “A shield is a shield,” he said to himself, charging in. With a loud THUD, he smashed to men away from him. “I hope you fight well..” he heard Renault say to them. “I hope they fight greatly,” Ian laughed, “We don’t want it to be TO easy!” —-Rram—- Rram sat angrily in his room, twirling the dagger. He had no armor on, but still had yet to take his mask off. He felt along the scar on his chest and heard footsteps outside his door. He quickly stood and turned around. A man in black with almost luminescent white teeth stood in the doorway, mumbling. “You picked the wrong day..” Rram said, one hand on his head. The man charged at him, and Rram quickly side stepped, stabbing the man in the back of his head. The man fell dead and Rram freed his blade, only to be greeted by two others. Rram hung his head in annoyance, picking up the man’s sword. No, it wasn’t his thing, but you can throw a sword. One man charged, and Rram ducked, flipping the man over. He stood up to see the other man with blades on his hand, who went to slash at him. But Rram rammed the sword into the man’s throat, figuring he had a chest plate. He freed the blade before pinning the other man to the ground with it. He darted down the stairs, looking for anything he could use as a make shift bow. He found a walking staff which was worn and warped from constant use. He took it and found a piece of rope that was only an inch to long. He strung it together and took the arrows from his quiver, making his way to the lobby – where Renault and Ian were already fighting.
February 1, 2012 at 6:53 am #47177
Alex	~~Zada~~ She saw the flash of white in the corner of her eye, and flipped the borrowed dagger into her hand. It felt too small and delicate compared to her usual, and she felt exposed without the armor. She spun as if in surprise when the man called out to her, “Back off.” She practically growled at him, “I can be alone if I want to be.” She was preparing a round of insults to hurl at the man, but the sounds of a fight breaking loose stopped her, “Looks like I left before the fun started.” She muttered, switching from an offensive stance on the man in white to a slightly defensive stance as a couple shadows shifted, “Assassins? Why do they want us dead so badly?” She murmured, wishing to have her weapon with her, “Keep out of the way.” The shadows advanced then, only two. Seems they thought the little girl couldn’t play with the big kids. How wrong they were. One man advanced, and she fended him off rather clumsily. Small blades were not her forte. It wasn’t even a proper sword. How would it do any good? She bit her lip, tasting metal. The other lunged as the first circled behind her. Zada kept her feet moving, squinting slightly in the darkness. She watched their movements for a few turns before a pattern appeared. The first man lunged again, and she stepped to the side just barely, and as he flew past, she stabbed his back, forcing him to the ground, she spun, and followed through with her heel. He lay in a small heap. She glanced up as the second was bringing his sword down on her. She dropped and rolled, catching the blade one her bare bicep, then on her calf. She barely winced, then stood up, throwing herself onto him, dagger first. It found a home in his neck. Easy enough. She kicked the man back as he fell forward on her. Zada took the extra ten seconds to search both men, both of which carried quite full coin purses, confirming the cleric’s story. There was more commotion from the inn, and she rushed towards it, bursting in the door a few minutes after Renault had arrived. She stood by the door, the men had it handled, plus she was feeling the cuts from the previous fight. Another tried to enter, but she took care of him easily enough. Surprise is everyone’s secret weapon. It had almost worked with them. ~~Gable~~ Gable watched the others as they milled about, each disappearing at points. He barely noticed, too busy watching the people in the inn. There was a weird feeling to them, like they were holding something in. Renault disappeared outside, only to return with a loud crash and three assassins. Well, that was what had been making everyone feel weird. He stood, instinctively grabbing for his bow, growling under his breath when he realized it was off getting a new string, and some much needed cleaning. He grinned momentarily. He was getting some new arrows made as well, all the better to compete with Rram. The brief moment left, but the grin didn’t. Gable jumped to his feet, rushing to Renault’s aide as Rram and Ian showed up. He grabbed his daggers, and turned to the nearest assassin, who sneered at him, “C’mon little boy. Let the grown ups play. You sure you can lift that dagger?” Gable continued to grin at him, “What are you, simple? I ain’t killin’ no simple kid.” The man began to turn away, dismissing him. Gable laughed, “I wouldn’t make that mistake were I you.” He swung with the dagger, but the man was quick, catching a graze on his shoulder. “Gotta try harder, Kid.” The man muttered, smiling back. Gable shook his head, “Aw, that was just to get your attention.” He felt almost as at home with the small blades as with his bow. There was no need to find anything to use as a bow. The man charged, and Gable threw an elbow into his face, then a foot to his side, and finally the dagger to his throat. Assuming there was armor involved. No playing with his enemy like he knew a few people liked to do. Three hits. He made them count.
February 3, 2012 at 4:17 am #48149
Althis	((I was waiting for Blake, but I am getting the feeling he dropped this RP. I will post soon probably tomorrow, if I can.))
February 3, 2012 at 4:05 pm #48275
Blake Haughton	Joshua was at the bar, trying to drown out his miserable headache, but to no avail- apparently he could hold his liquor very well. The commotion began all around, and Joshua got the feeling that he too was being watched. He couldn’t see anyone, but doubtless, he knew he was right. His gut screamed at him to run, but he did not. Putting down his drink he looked up from the bar, and found himself eye-to-eye with a man in black garb. Odd. He wasn’t standing there before… was he? Joshua only saw the knife as it was plunging towards him. As a reaction, he could only move so that it grazed his left side. A few more inches and his heart would’ve been the target. Tumbling back, hand on his sword hilt, he called out to the black garbed man. “I’m not here to hurt you, or anyone else. I don’t want to fight, so just leave me be!” The angry shouting seemed to have no effect on the man, as he continued to charge after Joshua, also making a motion with his free hand. There are more! The feeling was back again- the bloodlust was overwhelming now. I can fight, I just need to make sure that I don’t kill. I’ll not have anymore blood on my- The hissing of steel through air interrupted his thought, and he dodged again, taking another blow to the leg. His swords were out now, ringing in the air. He closed his eyes, and a memory flash quickly overwhelmed him; He was on the battlefield, where they’d awoke and he was slaughtering all in his wake. He opened his eyes again, seeing the dagger move towards him, now seemingly slower than it had been before. His swords moved, knocking the small blade back, the second blade cutting through the assailant’s hand. Joshua grinned as the man fell back. “No more death. Not for me, not today.” There were three others and Joshua raised his guard, “Well… Is that all? Have at it!”
February 7, 2012 at 1:18 am #50038
Althis	-~~Ferin, “Fable”~~- Ferin rounded the corner with Rram, who was wielding a make-shift bow and headed into the lobby. The others were making short work of the assassins in the black garb. Several that were wounded began to scramble out of the inn and into the night. The innkeeper peeked his head out from over his bar and surveyed the room, which was mostly untouched. “Well. That will make for an interesting story.” He mumbled to himself, retrieving a rag from under the bar and began to polish the bar, trying not to notice those around him. Ferin moved around the room to Renault, who was righting tables and moving bodies, both dead or unconscious. The others began to do the same. After a few moments, Renault stood tall and looked at the white-robed cleric. -~~Renault, “Ulicis”~~- “Well,” he started then trailed off looking around the room, after they had cleaned up. The cleric looked around sheepishly, then gathered his presence and stared Renault dead in the eyes. Renault just looked at him coolly. After a few moments of silence, the cleric let out his breath and said slowly. “I followed the king’s army to battle. I am a Solure cleric, and I offer peace to those before and after the battle. However, the other night.” He drifted off, moving something between his fingers. “Someone left this vial with a note, to use on those that most deserve, but will never ask for a second chance.” The cleric held up the vial, which everyone in the room would recognize, but no one could say why. “This held the extract of the uli plant, and ultimately brought you back to life.” “And the memories?” Renault asked, crossing his arms. The cleric looked nervous. “It is a side effect, one that I can not give you much information about. Most people don’t have uli flowers in their back yard.” He laughed at his own joke, lightly. “As much as you are not safe, I am not safe, for returning you to life. Someone wants you dead, and they want it badly.” “And what is your first plan of action, then, cleric?” “The Ulicis used to have a small castle-manor on a hill, a day’s walk from here. There may be some kind of information there that could lead you to the killer, or to your memories.” A singular eyebrow raised on Renault’s forehead. “How do we know to trust you?” “What other choice do you have?” The cleric asked, to which the innkeeper snorted softly. The cleric shot him a withering glare. “We should leave tomorrow.” “Since we have no other outstanding warrants, deal.” Renault put out his hand, and the cleric gladly shook it. “Now, where should I sleep?” He asked, cheerfully.
February 8, 2012 at 6:22 pm #50911
Jet-Kyo	((I don’t really know what to post… I’ve been waiting for someone else to post, but no one has..))
February 8, 2012 at 6:57 pm #50927
Alex	~~Gable~~ The last of the men had fallen, and he couldn’t help but feel relieved. Close combat had never been his thing, and after that it probably never would be. He quickly righted the few tables around him, shoving a few bodies out of the way. Each one had a small coin purse that he took the liberty of pocketing. Dead men didn’t need money. He crossed to the others, grinning, “Nice work with the makeshift bow. Too bad I was stuck with daggers, we could have had ourselves another competition.” His gaze slid over the cleric, listening closely as he responded. The man had a point, but Gable was still uncertain if he wanted to believe the man. He kept his face cheerful to cover the uneasy feeling he had about not being shaken in the slightest after being attacked. He didn’t feel the need to worry over whether killing was the right thing to do or not, and the fact that killing didn’t bother him, bothered him. He looked toward Joshua who was standing near a few forms that were still breathing. Interesting, Gable never considered that knocking them out would work. They’d still be a threat when they woke up. He listened to the exchange as if he were in another room, his thoughts absorbing his attention. The only thing he cared about was when and where he got to sleep. ~~Zada~~ After the men had fallen and no one was trying to push their way inside, Zada turned away, and headed towards the bar, where the others were standing, but most importantly the cleric was there. She glared at him, wanted to shout at him for not showing up earlier, but she bit her tongue. Hard. Instead, she nodded a small ‘thank you’ at him, after all he had warned her before she had been ambushed. She listened intently to him, and the desire to punch him quickly rose. This man knew nothing, and had decided to sacrifice their memories to bring them back. Maybe they had wanted to die, they would never know. When Renault made the deal to go to the castle manor with the cleric, she felt a small pang, like he should have consulted her. She shook her head, telling herself not to be so ridiculous. He was their leader after all, “I believe we can trust him. For now, at least. He found me outside and warned me about the assassins. I was about to be ambushed. Although, he could be working for them, they both found us at the same time.” She glared at the cleric, “I just want sleep. It’s late, and I spent last night dead.”
February 8, 2012 at 7:29 pm #50939
Jet-Kyo	—Rram—- Rram placed the makeshift bow over his right shoulder and started moving tables and bodies out of the way. Gable turned to him, “Nice work with the makeshift bow. Too bad I was stuck with daggers, we could have had ourselves another competition.” Rram snickered, “You held your own. I prefer not to let people get to close to me. Though a competition would have been good.” Rram didn’t really listen to the conversation, he was looking around at the group. Watching how they reacted. He could read their emotions like he’d been with them for years, so why was he so nervous about taking his mask off. Gable seemed to be wearing a mask of sorts, hiding behind a smile. But Rram knew better. He sat back in his chair after seeing Renault had made a deal to go to the castle. He stretched, “Well I’m going to slee–” he was cut off by another image of the girl, this time with a dark shadow behind her. This was followed by another head ache and him falling out of his chair. He landed with a thud, cursing, he slammed his fist on the floor and started to walk back to his room. —-Ian—- Ian moved some of the bodies out of the way, righting tables and chairs.. and a doorway. He noticed over by Joshua that there was no blood. He’d killed none of them. Looking closer, they were still breathing. His eyebrow raised and he looked at Joshua like he was a mad man. But then a thought struck him: Why was it so easy to kill? He was asked before, but the more he thought about it the more he wondered if Joshua was right. Why do you always have to kill? He shrugged the thought off as Renault spoke to the Cleric. He listened carefully to everyone’s comments, “She has a point, you know. I’ll be ready for anything, so if your lying, Cleric..” he cracked his knuckles before being interrupted by Rram falling from his chair. He tried hard not to laugh and looked as Rram walked out, “Are you alright?” “Fine.” he said coldly.
February 8, 2012 at 8:18 pm #50969
Blake Haughton	Joshua looked about the room. Renault was speaking with a cleric of some sort, but for the most part, Joshua ignored the conversation. All his assailants had been left alive, and that was perhaps for the better. He was trying to find something to tie them with, but ended up finding little. “Can anyone help me find some rope?! For the love of Solure, I have live ones! This means information. Someone help me find some rope!” He devoted his time to searching them, finding nothing more than their daggers and fat coin purses. Whoever had hired them must be fairly rich. “This castle that we supposedly have isn’t going to lead us towards the killer, that’s for sure. Unless one of our own was trying to kill us. Whoever’s doing this is pretty powerful.”
February 8, 2012 at 9:53 pm #51009
Althis	-~~Ferin, “Fable~~- Ferin walked over to Joshua, who was tying up several of the assassins with any kind of string or rope he could fine. She undid her belt and began to tie one of them up as well. “Here, this is what I have right now.” Fable reached over and lifted the lips of one of the assailants, revealing bleached white teeth. Instinctively, she moved back. A memory and ideas passed through her head. “Sugar dancers,” she said with disgust. “This castle that we supposedly have isn’t going to lead us towards the killer, that’s for sure. Unless one of our own was trying to kill us. Whoever’s doing this is pretty powerful.” Joshua said from beside her, as he tied up another assassin. “But the castle may have information of any kind. Someone who may know or have seen something. It’s better than staying here with them.” She commented, pulling the belt tighter around the man’s hands. -~~Renault, “Ulicis”~~- Renault made his way over to the innkeeper and dropped a purse of gold onto the bar. “For the profit you would lose,” he said with a small smile. The innkeeper just stared at him as the others relieved purses and weapons from the sugar dancers. “The castle may hold any information, and for that, I think we should go. We need anything we can get our hands on. Any lead will do.” Renault said, pacing around the room until he stopped by Zada, who was watching him. “What do you think? I need your opinion on this.” His voice dropped low, quiet. It was instinctual. As if… “You’re my second in command, aren’t you? I keep getting this feeling like I should run things by you first.” He gave her a very quizzical look, turning the ring on his finger with one hand. The cleric knelt by Joshua and Ferin, taking off several leather belts. The man seemed to be made of them, handing them out. The group made a small pile of knives and gold purses. All in all, there were some twelve attackers, five of which were still alive.
February 8, 2012 at 11:20 pm #51055
Alex	~~Gable~~ He moved to help Joshua, happy to be away from the scrutiny of Rram. He held the hands of a man as the cleric wrapped one of his many leather belts around his hands. The slight commotion of Rram falling from his chair brought his attention away from the task of tying up the last man. The sugar dancers made him queasy. Apparently they always had. Vague memories of them echoed in the hollow spaces between thoughts. He shivered. The last of them was tied, and the pile of money and knives was impressive. He deposited the few he had picked up then took a seat by the fire, the chair leaning back, his boots propped up on the table. He glanced between Zada and Renault, trying to figure out what the connection there was, but in his mind it boiled down to them both being Halberdiers, of course they had a common bond. He stared for a moment, then returned his gaze to the pile of weapons and money. Joshua had said the people after them were powerful, and he agreed. They were powerful, indeed, “I think that going to the manor is in our best interest. It holds more information than we’re going to get from these vile sugar dancers.” ~~Zada~~ Zada turned to look at Renault as his voice lowered, instinctually, she leaned in slightly, “I don’t know. This is the only time I’ve felt that we should discuss any decision. I guess? I mean, someone as calm and boring as you should be listening to someone interesting like myself, lest we not have any adventures.” She grinned, her tone turning serious, “In short, yes. I believe I’m your second in command. As far as the castle, I think you’re right. It’s more worthwhile to go and glean any information from there. I’m just having a hard time trusting this guy, probably due to being dead, but he also did his best to help. He brought us back after all.” Her hand reached up to the ring on the leather around her neck, “We need any information we can get. I’m furious with not being able to remember. I think we need to be more careful from now on, and our weapons and armor need to be retrieved. I don’t like being without. Especially with assassins after us. It may be worthwhile to split and send some of us to the castle and some to try and track down who hired these guys.” She shrugged, she wanted to figure out who hired these men, and skin them. They would make decent boots.