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ShadowKaiser from just around the corner Since: May, 2012
#226: Feb 22nd 2013 at 12:09:07 PM

Realising the effect he was having on Vesper, Uisce immediately released her.

"I'm sorry child, in my worry I got carried away." Then Uisce stared into her eyes, really stared. He didn't know what made him do it, but in her eyes he sensed great sadness. Looking away, he thought for a moment before speaking.

"Vesper, I have no idea what happened to you, nor will I ask. I just want you to know that I will never, ever, hurt you as those who hurt you in the past must of."

With that he took out a mans necklace that he always carried in his robes. What he did next was one of the toughest things he had to do.

"Child, take this. It is my most treasured possesion. Someone who I greatly cared for gave me this. Take it, and with it you will know that I will come back for it, and to teach you. So stay safe and keep it safe. Can you do that?"

edited 22nd Feb '13 12:11:25 PM by ShadowKaiser

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goodisgood BWAH-HA-HA! from from a high horse Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: All is for my lord
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#227: Feb 22nd 2013 at 12:18:55 PM

As a man who's spent many nights in the wilderness, Sir Geoff became rather keen to the sound of a howl. And that's when he was sleeping deeply; this was certainly not one of those knights. Even more significant was that the howl sounded only slightly like that of a wolf. It would appear as if the siege of Swampveil had begun while he was resting. No more.

The knight shot up onto his feet, his plate armor clinking and clanking as if it were waking as well, and bolted up the stairs. The people who'd slept near him would have to take that as an alarm, if they were still resting; he hadn't even looked to his sides before leaving. The inn's features held no more of his attention than its residents as he made his way outside.

"An armoured wolf-man, yet?" He exclaimed.

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#228: Feb 22nd 2013 at 12:42:48 PM

And where did Zia spend the night?

Why, the sewers! Nicely hidden from common folk, wonderfully unlit and provided with as many meals as dragon could wish. Sure the scent was less than pleasant, though her accommodations more than made up for that. After finding a dried up side tunnel, Zia had used her own claws to dig herself a nice room. A little work sure, but it afforded a lot of privacy and security. Hell, given how the entrance was small enough to not even allow a big rat inside (She slipped inside using shadow teleportation), Zia was confident that even if the Empire took over Swampveil, her little nook would stand undiscovered.

She slept happily and comfortable in total darkness, in her true form instead of her convenient disguise and in a bed of copper, silver and even gold coins. Not really a bed though, more like a scattering of the shinies on a corner of the room, the little earnings that the little thief had made in the city.

However, this was not the time for sleep. By the time the roar resounded all over town she had already woken up, had a breakfast and then put on clothes to hide the form of her human guise, all in total darkness. She filled vials with her own poison and then stored them into a pouch in her belt. Same with some rope darts and then her own collection of knives and daggers all over her belts and brown cloak.

With her preparations completed, the little dragon grinned in anticipation of what the day might bring, shifting into shadows to leave her little lair.


Seeing the Lycan dropping from the top of the tower, Zia decided to take claim of the unoccupied high ground. Moving nimbly from rooftop to rooftop, she got as close to the back of the tower as she could before leaping towards it, then using her claws and draconic strength to allow her to nimbly and quickly make her way to the top. There, she fished another apple from her pockets and looked down at the events to unfold, waving at the Prince should he look up to let him now his hireling was there on time.

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#229: Feb 22nd 2013 at 1:08:39 PM

Gray stood up and tried to fix the mess of a back she had adquired by sleeping in the basement. Her actual form didn't help in any regard, aching as if she was an old lady. She made her way outside the inn, wondering what the ruckus was.

Howls, people gathering. The white stag. A whirlwind that combined people and fate joined in a single point of astounding power. No mortal could stay unshaken from the mere ambience. And Gray only had a way to describe it.

Showoff.

She thought as she watched a lycan descend in full regalia, wondering how was it possible that those mutts still lived in this world. She did not fail to notice the self called Matriarch beside the assembled forces, along some others.

Well, if they go with regalia, i should obligue. said Sheba to herself, as she found a secluded safe spot to change her shape. Her robes loosed, and her figure seemed to gain an inch in height. Fiery red hair cascaded from her hood, as her face became once again smooth and young, her lips making a wicked smile. The final touch made her pull the robe off, revealing her bodice and skirt.

She then walked towards the gathering, her whip in her hip, with long catlike strides.

"I do wonder, besides looking good in an armor." She said with a sultry, charming voice to no one in particular. "Can it play fetch?"

Sheba sneered, not bothering to hide her dark aura anymore.

edited 22nd Feb '13 1:13:37 PM by AtomicNut

NaomiHansen Gun Cat Enthusiast from elsewhere Since: Aug, 2011 Relationship Status: Gay for Big Boss
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#230: Feb 22nd 2013 at 1:20:31 PM

While mentally kicking herself incessantly for not calming down fast enough, Vesper stared back at Uisce, vaguely registering the apologies he was giving to her. (Yes, please don't ask—no good's to come from bringing them up ever again. Let me forget them in peace…) What she did notice, though, was him quickly placing a necklace in her hand (she'd have to really be out of it if she didn't spot how pained he looked when doing that, considering that she was still looking right at his face), although she barely had a chance to glance at it before hearing Uisce tell her to keep it safe and for her to do the same.

"Um, uh, yes," Vesper answered him while vigorously nodding, still in shock from the previous hug (a reaction that she again kicked herself for).

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ShadowKaiser from just around the corner Since: May, 2012
#231: Feb 22nd 2013 at 1:30:23 PM

Nodding to Vesper, Uisce smiled.

"Just take care of yourself."

Leaving the inn, he headed into the centre of the town. So Eye Patch was a lycan? He had not seen one of those since the war. Such a show might raise morale, yet he could not help feel that they were wasting valuable time. Turning back, he headed to the alley where last night (Gods how it felt much longer) he cast lightning, he sat, contemplating a number of spells that he hoped he would not have to use.

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#232: Feb 22nd 2013 at 2:58:04 PM

Vesper absentmindedly put the necklace around her neck as she watched Uisce leave the inn. It was a second before she moved in the now-deserted tavern—everyone else having promptly left to find the source of the alien howl—looking outside the front window to find people still heading towards what she vaguely remembered being the direction of the tower at the center of Swampveil.

Finally, Vesper was starting to relax after the hug scare, but that cleared her mind to focus on her current dilemma: On the one hand, she had no idea what that howl was—or what was going on outside, in general—and Uisce had specifically told her to stay safe, something that her cautionary side was more than willing to obey; while on the other hand, Vesper's innate curiosity was absolutely begging her to at least take a chance to figure out just what the hell was happening in the town now. Her conflicting wants made her pace in anxiety, trying to make her decide just what to do. She stopped after a minute of that, massaging her throat in thought as much as to put the feeling still in it down.

She then dropped her hand, growling with irritation at herself as she burst out of the door of the Stag's Horn. ("Just a quick look," she murmured under her breath.)

Vesper ran in the direction of everybody else for half a minute before she hit a bit of a roadblock in the form of a crowd very slowly moving towards, as she had guessed, the tower. The traffic just made her growl again with pure annoyance, looking around her to try to find a way around them.

The answer to Vesper's problem came to her in the form of an alleyway with a convenient stack of boxes near a wagon next to a building, the boxes stacked high enough to where she could get up to the rooftops. Seeing no other option, she headed in that direction, then remembered the cloak in her arms. She huffed; even if she put it on, it would make what she was about to attempt difficult if she kept it on her person. The solution to that problem also came quickly, in the form of a middle-aged man walking by. It would have to do; she could always get another one, anyway.

"Here, take this," said Vesper as she intercepted him, gracelessly shoving the material in his arms. She ignored the baffled responses, too busy hopping on top of the boxes and getting onto the tiled roofs. Said tiles clacked under her boots, and she did her best to be cautious as she ran, jumped, and climbed over the roofs and the numerous—but luckily narrow—gaps between each building. While very different from hopping from one sturdy tree branch to another, and with not as much grace as she would've liked, she still thanked her self-training for letting her move as much as she was through the town.

When Vesper finally reached a building close to the tower, she stopped and laid flat, poking her head out enough to see over the ridge of the roof. Not only did she find the townsfolk and various travels crowding around the center of Swampveil, but she discovered an assortment of strange people near the tower, spotting Cleska with them, and a giant, upright wolf creature that she was certain was the thing that had howled before.

What was really catching her eye, though, was the figure that they were all surrounding. To say that she noticed something special about the white-haired, white-robed man would be a ghastly understatement. Whatever it was about him, she was suddenly experiencing the sensation of warmth and ease, and the strange soreness of her throat had dulled considerably, and Vesper was, for some reason, certain that it was all somehow coming from that man.

What was he?

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Rapier from where my mind is. Since: Sep, 2012 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
#233: Feb 22nd 2013 at 6:43:32 PM

After the short meeting with the Naetir, the sword user walked down the street, sky filled by the stars and a moon on the corner illuminating the city. He was absolutely tired of the events that happened recently. While his body wasn't tired, his mind certainly was, partially because of his work and of the ale, and that fallen angel guy was also one of the reasons, for he brought trouble upon him and, at the same time, news he absolutely needed to know. To think the White Stag is still alive.... And not only that, they also had a decent force to counter Keva's. That was a relief. There's no way he'd stand against them alone, lest he wanted to die.

Eventually, he found his way to the inn he had reserved a night for yesterday. There weren't many people around (that he noticed), the only one whose attention attracted him was the mechanical dog sitting beside a seemingly busy girl. What is this? I honestly hope it is not a cyber artist of Keva's. Then again, I'm too tired for dealing with her.... Then, he sighed, lamenting his stupidity of forgetting to rent another room the next day. Can't do anything about it now, can I? ... Let's move on.

With this, he went to the basement just like the others before him. Everything was dark, and he was sleepy enough already, so he didn't even notice the others laying around the room. He only worried about finding a nice corner before sleeping like a stone, his sword laying on his side, with one of his hands gripped lightly on the handle.


The events of yesterday did not stop him from rising as soon as dawn broke, gladly for him. He'd not forgive himself if Keva's forces attacked before dawn, while the city was sleeping. Besides, he needed to prepare himself for the upcomming battle the prince of the Naetir foretold to him. Recovering from his numbness and foggy vision, he stood up, picking his sword afterwads.

He took a glance at the room. Everyone around him seemed to be sleeping... And only then did he recognize the variety in that room: Succubi, some creature that resembled the trolls he knew about from folk lore, a man clad in armor even during his sleep, the wizard guy from yesterday, and some ordinary people like the old woman and the girl next to her. Well, I'm glad they did not notice my presence here, at least. Dealing with succubi is especially a pain, and they might see through this paper thin ruse of mine.

Ragnos left the room with light steps, without stepping in anyone by accident. He went to the nearby forest, found a place he knew was away from civilization, yet close enough to the city in case of an attack, and proceeded to sharpen his blade with his tools. Later, he went back to Swampveil. Soon enough, he was able to hear a loud howl comming from one of the towers of the city. Oh. I think I just happen to know who it is..., he smirked.

He strode towards the center of the town, just to see what was going on. There, he saw the wolf-man from yesterday, only on his lycan form; the White Stag; and, beside him, the same companions from before, as well as a succubi. He could not reach their position because of the massive crowd around them, but he could see them from far, after climbing some crates positioned against a wall. Nice timing, though I fear they won't take long to arrive.

edited 23rd Feb '13 6:25:22 AM by Rapier

Aevum Moooooo~! from Yonder Since: Jul, 2012
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#234: Feb 22nd 2013 at 11:53:52 PM

With a subtle smile, Talauras looked over the crowd of people as they gathered. Demons, druids, humans, elves, gnomes, dwarves, trolls, Nættir, fairies, Cyber Art wielders, dragons disguised as humans, and many more could all be felt. Travelers from all over had arrived and decided to take up arms against Keva's forces. This thought alone brought an even greater smile to the White Stag's face.

Glancing up at the sky covered by the grand trees, the White Stag took notice of Zia perched upon the tower, waving casually at him. Chuckling a bit, the man gave off a cheerful wave at her, before noticing Katerina as she swept down and bowed before him. "It is good to see thee again, Katerina," hummed the man as he knelt down, patted her on the head, and smiled. "For now, wait for my call with the Paladin and support the others until my own forces make their move."

After saying that to Katerina, the White Stag promptly stood up, and looked towards the crowd. It was time to answer their curiosity. "No words can express how I feel... to see all of you, from different birthplaces, from different heritages, and from different corners of the world. Every single one of you are unique... precious beings who deserve a chance to experience everything that the world has to offer. Yet... for the last forty years, many of you have had to live in a world where there is no such thing as warmth... kindness... love... or a 'true' life. All because of a single man who decided that he wanted all of it to himself... that you all should have to suffer for his pleasure, for his greed. He lives a satisfying life within his fortress at Salus, while we have to fight... to struggle... to die without experiencing the joys we once had. However, despite this... one simple town has remained a bastion of the days of joy and happiness when King Tirion ruled. This is that last place... and he wishes to rob us of this place of hope."

Upon saying those words, Talauras stretched out his arms. "No one has a right to take away that which all deserve. We deserve freedom... we deserve happiness... and we deserve the right to choose how to live our lives without having someone trying to steal it from us! It is this very reason why many of you have come here, to Swampveil, to preserve the little freedom we have left... and to show to the world that Keva's influence can be resisted."

"Even myself, the White Stag, realize how important it is that we fight to preserve our freedom, and our right to choose how we want to survive. However... I shall not force any of you to fight alongside me. I cannot do such a thing... I am no tyrant. If any of you wish to leave and guarantee your survival, then by all means you are free to leave. But, if you wish to stay and fight alongside us with your own free will... then I will gladly accept your help."

As Talauras said this, voices began to arise in the crowd as discussions on what to do broke out. It was clear everyone was still curious and wondering. Could they trust this man who proclaimed themselves to be the White Stag? Were they even in any actual danger-

Suddenly, the sound of small wings flapping assaulted the White Stag's ears. Looking up once more, he saw a small blue bird as it swept down, and perched itself upon his shoulder. Immediately, it chirped straight into his ear... and the cheerful glow from the White Stag's face turned serious and cold. "They're here and they... have set fire to the forest? What of the inhabitants and the younglings...?" The bird chirped only once in response. "...I see..."

The warmth, life, and powerful aura soon became one of intense fire, rage, and dread. "Gwyn," spoke the White Stag as massive mighty white antlers, sharper than any razor began to extrude from his head, "I shall go and gather our herd... we shall not allow anymore innocent creatures and beings to perish. Those of you who prefer taking an offensive, you are to follow Gwyn," spoke the White Stag as he looked towards the horde of people, indicating the wolfman to his side. "Those who excel in the magical arts, prefer taking a defensive role, or are more suited for supporting are to go with Luka," he said as he gestured towards the Fairy Witch. "Assassins, you are to follow Kendran," he stated as he nodded towards the Elf Lord. "Those of you who are unsure where you belong, or have groups of your own, you are to follow Cleska."

"Those of you who are going to leave in order to ensure your survival, I suggest you leave now before it is too late to do so," shouted Talauras as his eyes shined green, before he looked directly towards the main gates. "As for what I shall do... I am going to hold off the oncoming mercenaries with my fellow Nættir, and buy us as much time as we can. I will not lie, their numbers are well into the thousands, and they are not far from here... but I will send as many of them as I can back to the Earth before they even set foot into this grand town." And with that, the White Stag began to walk towards the main gate leading out of the town, with many of the Nættir choosing to follow behind him. As he made his way to the main gates, horrendous roars of vicious beasts... shouts of bloodthirsty men and woman... and the sounds of machinery could be subtly heard from afar.

"Well?! What are you damn idiots doing?! You heard the White Stag's orders! Hurry the hell up and decide what the hell you are going to do, we don't have time for you mongrels to stand around and think! We're at war for our freedom from this chaos!" barked Gwyn as the blades attacked to his gauntlets began to glow bright, before extending. "Hurry it up and decide whether you'll be running, or if you'll be helping out!"

With that, the horde of people began to disperse as everyone started to follow the leader that they thought they would be best suited to follow.

The battle for the little town of Swampveil... and the war for a new Milvallen had begun.

edited 23rd Feb '13 12:00:44 AM by Aevum

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#235: Feb 23rd 2013 at 12:45:54 AM

"Keep running, Chiko—don't look back!"

Chiko didn't need Miya to tell her that; nothing but the mantra of run, run, run for you life, even if your lungs burst kept playing in her panic-stricken, adrenaline-induced mind. Her throat was a pinhole made of sand—her tongue just as dry—her four legs past aching and ready to collapse, her heart threatening to tear itself to shreds, and all of it just made Chiko want to die in her agony. But she had to push past all of that, because they were still heading towards them, and their horrific noises were getting louder by the minute.

So when the two turned a corner to find themselves face-to-face with the gates of Swampveil, Chiko was ready to fall from her grief and relief then and there. Only the prodding of the Kitsune in front of her kept her from acting on such a dream.

"We're almost there, don't stop!" she could hear Miya plea desperately, sounding almost as out of breath as she was herself. Everything became blurry around her from the tears running freely from her eyes, her physical agony making her barely notice when they entered Swampveil, and neither she or Miya stopped once in the walls of the town.

What finally made Chiko and Miya finally stop in their tracks was when they came close to a mysterious, white-clad man with antlers, who had such a familiar aura to him…

"Please…" wheezed out Chiko in between rasping breaths and sobbing.

"They're… They're coming," Miya said for her, sounding similar in breath. "Group of them… Ambushed us… They ki… Killed Lady Ulva… Our whole group is gone! And Keva's forces… They'll be here any minute!"

If anything else was said, Chiko wouldn't know, because her exhaustion and utter grief made her pass out immediately after that.

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#236: Feb 23rd 2013 at 1:24:23 AM

"Yes, my lord." Katerina took flight, soaring above the city. In the distance, she could see smoke, and what appeared to be Keva's forces. She sent a fireball there way, then dropped between the taller buildings, darting and swooping towards the Stags Horn.

She flew through a back window, and dashed down the stairs to the basement. She noticed The Paladin, and approached him.

"Hey big guy. The Stag says we're to support the people of the town until further instructions come in." She said, before looking over the town map he had spread out.

"Support. Understood." He pointed to a building on the map of the town. "This building is near the center of the town. If we fortify it, we have a good chance of defending it, and keeping it." He circled the building on the map and the inn, then connected them with a line through the streets.

"If we head this way, we can get there the fastest. We'll head there and fortify it. Katerina, you stay above the town, and keep an eye out for civilians. If you find one bring them to me, ok?"

"Right. Operation Flame Troll is a go," she said cheerfully.

The Paladin considered questioning that, but let it go. That was generally the best tactic when dealing with Katerina.

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#237: Feb 23rd 2013 at 2:38:30 AM

The white-clad man—no, the White Stag—hadn't gone through two-thirds of his speech before Vesper found herself sliding a little down the roof, curling up into herself and covering her mouth so as not to allow whatever it now was in her throat to come out, or let the sudden water in her eyes to fall.

Hope. Such an infrequent visitor in Vesper's life that it might as well have been a foreign concept. Such a simple sensation, that much she could see, yet it was that basic little feeling that was now coursing through her blood, filling her heart with a kind of passion that she had no clue it was capable of—and it was such a relief. The notion that she could one day live a life where she could be who she was, without death over her head every damn day, where people could show her real kindness (again), where she could be free at last…

Sadly, the moment didn't last long; Vesper still caught the moment when the White Stag words went deathly cold, when he was told of the incoming forces—and she could even swear that the aura around him changed when that new development was told. Wiping out what had mostly stayed in her eyes, Vesper climbed back over the ridge to catch the orders that he gave as he walked past the building she was on, heading towards the gates into Swampveil.

Vesper didn't fool herself into debating the issue of fight or flight while she herself climbed down, intent on heading to Luka, the Fairy Witch. As far as she was concerned, she had made her decision long before even coming to the town.

Vesper was fucking tired of hiding—and it was high time that Keva started getting what was coming to him.

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#238: Feb 23rd 2013 at 5:07:48 AM

Good speech, Uisce thought to himsef, bit flowery but it had had the desired affect. Uisce could barely move for people mulling about, and there was no hope of actually moving to the centre. Gathering his thoughts, Uisce reached for his power, and got a shock as there was alot more there than usual. Come to think of it, since his meeting with the White Stag, Uisce was feeling stronger. He just did not think it would last this long. Concentrating, he wove a disc of hard air under his feet, and then he floated. Standing on his make shift platform as it rose higher and higer, he was startled to see the amount of people the packed Swampveil.

Staying close to the the city rooftops, Uisce passed by unnoticed, when he was nearing the centre, he caught Ragnos in the corner of his eye. Once he was above him, Uisce began to decend, landing on the crates beside him.

"This White Stag certainly don't do things by half do they?"

It was then Uisce heard the commands, and the battle was begining to start.

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#239: Feb 23rd 2013 at 7:26:44 AM

He heard the speech until the end, the young prince's words boosting the morale of people afraid of their enemies outside, giving hope for those who had none, especially those who were not warriors and could do little but support others in their fight. Good job, young Stag, he grinned, his words were strong enough to also boost the demon's morale, it is not by chance that you are to lead them into war. With you lies the chance of saving this world from Keva. In such little time, he had to admit, the White Stag managed to gain his respect. However, they still had a long way to go...

He got up from the crates, wishing to meet with their leader if only to confirm that he will fight alongside him, feeling he needed to do so. Never did I swear anything to anyone, but today, and only for today, my sword will be alleged to his cause. There was no way to get through the crowds, but that did not mean he couldn't get to the center of the town - even if he had to jump rooftop by rooftop. Now that he thought clearly, that's a good idea. Definitely possible, and he did not care about not bringing attention to himself anymore.

Only before he could do so, a familiar voice called to him. Ragnos turned to this person he knew too well, after hearing his words. "Indeed, though I hope he's got more numbers than he's showing now. Even if that lycan can take one hundred soldiers down, I doubt he could take an entire army alone...". Infact, now that he thought about it, it'd be funny if there were only 100 or less warriors on their side (counting the inexperienced ones), while the enemy had thousands. Then again, it was the White Stag's army he was thinking about.

Then suddenly, the aura emanating from their leader changed to a more aggressive one, and he gave orders to prepare for the upcomming battle. "Oh, the time has came, and not too soon did our enemies arrive. Now I have to go, and join their sortie".

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#240: Feb 23rd 2013 at 8:07:47 AM

"Hmm, still there is something missing. Most battles I have been in were never this, haphazard. I mean if you were to rally and prepare troops, why leave it until the last minute?"

Preparing another levitation, Uisce stopped for a moment. Unless there was something more important in Swampveil. More questions, still at least other places would know and be prepared in advance, thanks to his messanger.

"Would you like a lift? I plan to scan the area so I can plant a few suprises before I join the sortee. Although, you do not look like the most aerodynamic fellow, truth be told."

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#241: Feb 23rd 2013 at 8:28:29 AM

A deep pit swelled in Sir Geoff's stomach at the prospect of leaving this 'White Stag' to take the brunt of this army. His strategy was sound, his words honest and true, but the knight couldn't fend off the feeling that he should stand alongside the 'Stag'. Overall he had the look of a man ready for a suicidal charge, something any paladin knew all too well. He resolved to see if he could spot the Naetir during the said offensive to judge whether his suspicion was right.

The paladin jogged to the back of the tavern, only to return moments later on the back of his steed, Agnus. He was a dark brown stallion, with pure white main, and built more stocky and muscular than lean. Plate armor obscured his head, sternum, and sides, with steel mail laced in between for greater flexibility. This was a horse built for a life of war.

"Alright, Gwyn." he said, his horse trotting over, "I will heed your lord's strategy, though I pray he's not charging recklessly into death. I can't have anyone beating me at that."

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#242: Feb 23rd 2013 at 8:56:02 AM

He watched the massive crowd disappearing slowly, openning the roads again. "I think he has a plan... Well, we'll see. Also", he faced the wizard, "There's no need for that. And I'd rather have my feet on the ground, as you guessed". Without biding him a proper farewell, Ragnos jumped from the crates and ran to their meeting point, to where Gwyn is.

He checked the ammount of warriors they managed to "recruit", then turned to him and said, "Here I am, like I told you I'd be. Though our numbers are small, and I sincerely hope there is a plan. Or else, we'll just do it the hard way". Like the odds have ever been in my favor, he thought.

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#243: Feb 23rd 2013 at 9:08:06 AM

"Well, that was certainly rude" Uisce said to no one.

Willing himself up to the rooftops, Uisce floated high. There was no way he was joining the rabble, not yet at least. He had sworn he was going to fight for the White Stag, he hadn't said when or how. Landing lightly on the rooftop, Uisce began preparing his traps.

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#244: Feb 23rd 2013 at 6:01:03 PM

Assassins? Plural? The white man hired how many more of my kind? Thinks Zia for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and throwing down the remains of the apple she had been eating. From high above she had noticed the Demon and the Angel from yesterday... and somehow the sight managed to reassure her a little.

With little effort she climbed down the tower, jumping down once she reached a safe height to do so, and then made her way to the Elf Lord "Assassins here he said? How many of us are there? I'm guessing you'll give us our targets?"

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#245: Feb 23rd 2013 at 6:14:30 PM

It wasn't easy, trying to wade through the pool of citizens haphazardly going this way and that, trying to figure out what to do, and it left Vesper fairly flustered in her efforts to get through them all. It wasn't until her fifth stranger elbowed her ribs and twelfth one stepped on her boots that she finally broke free of the chaotic tide of people, and a near-minute more before she spotted the telltale purple hair and strange hat that she had noted earlier as that of Luka's.

"I'm here for defense," stated Vesper once she reached the group that had already congregated around the Fairy Witch.

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#246: Feb 24th 2013 at 2:35:06 AM

The Paladin approached the center of the Inn, climbing up the stairs.

"People of the Stags Horn! As you may be aware, the city will soon be under attack from Kevas forces. I am one of the Stags loyalist soldiers, having served him for 55 years. I'm going to a safe house, which will be fortified. If you don't think you'll be able to handle the battle, come with me."

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#247: Feb 24th 2013 at 7:01:43 PM

"Hah. Simpletons." A tall, beautiful man with white hair waltzed into the center of the square, holding a woman in one arm and a bottle of wine in the other. "If you knew the slightest bit about magic, you would have recognized this town has already been fortified by none other than mwah. Just goes to show how ignorant and backwards of a town this is. Anyways, I'm sorry my good man, but your... 'efforts' are quite unnecessary. Run along now, I'm sure you have heathens to burn or something like that. Let the adults worry about defending the town."

He took a sip of his wine, and kissed the girl. What a perfect asshole.

edited 24th Feb '13 7:02:27 PM by KSPAM

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#248: Feb 25th 2013 at 2:22:10 AM

The White Stag

Arriving at the main gate, the White Stag glanced at Miya and Chiko. As the Kitsune told him what happened, a small knot formed in his throat. As the snow leopard collapsed, Talauras eased his aura and forced his emotions to quell. Kneeling down, Talauras patted the Kitsune upon the head, before placing a hand over Chiko's head. "I am truly sorry little ones... Were I quicker, I could have saved them..."

As he spoke, a white bright light began to form within his hands, before a calm soothing aura began to flow into both Miya and Chiko. Their exhaustion and tiredness would soon be satisfied, and any wounds they may have had would be healed. Standing up as the lights of healing faded, Talauras glanced towards the swampy woods, his eyes becoming deadly slits as they began to shine a darker color of green. "Littles ones... take shelter in the town... I shall handle the intruders of this gentle land, and the heroes inside shall protect you shall I fail."

With those soft words, the White Stag began to walk forward... as the trees started to bend and twist. The bark upon them started to peel, and their roots began to emerge from the ground... taking the form of mighty legs as the peeling bark took the shape of arms. And then, green lights started to emerge from the front of the trees... forming rigged eyes and mouths filled with nothing but utter rage. More and more trees began to take shape... taking humanoid features as they stood up and marched alongside the White Stag.

After so long, the hidden protection of Swampveil was revealed as hundreds of hundreds of trees began to take form: the Ents. Each and every one of them began to march towards the oncoming horde of mercenaries that were approaching from deep within the forest, all standing alongside the White Stag.

"If I can hold them off... even for just a little bit, then I know Gwyn and the others can protect Swampveil... and the egg. If I must sacrifice myself so that they can successfully protect both the egg and the innocents... then so be it," thought the White Stag as his horns grew larger... and as he began to take a different form from his previous humanoid state. His antlers grew much longer... taking an unusual sharper shape of different colors. His face became thinner as his neck grew wider... his arms and legs growing and stretching as he hunched over. His clothes simply disappeared as his body took its true form... a mighty and tall White Stag, with antlers of many different glowing colors. The creature itself was something that one would think was an illusion with its alien appearance... but no matter how hard they would try, the figure would not leave.

Letting out a mighty roar, the stag and the ents marched straight to war... and to buy the village some much needed time.


Gwyn

Giving off a low-growl, Gwyn let out a chuckle as Geoff strolled up to him on his horse. "Heh... You underestimate our lord, he isn't just another warrior or noble... he's a powerful man capable of powerful things." Grinning, the wolfman noticed Ragnos as he approached. "Ah, the lad from last night... I see you have stayed true to your promise. And don't worry, we do have a plan. It's a difficult one, but the Lord Protector is buying us time to carry it out... Nonetheless, with these separate groups it'll go by much easier. This group's mission is simple, we're to gather with my pack and the other Nættir that have taken shelter within the surrounding swamps and carefully make our way to the back of the mercenary army. Our true mission begins there; once they get close to here at Swampveil, we are to take out their siege weapons and any type of spellcasters or weaker units that they may have. Basically, we're pulling off a surprise attack to draw their attention to us so that the Assassin squad can carry out their mission, and for the support and defenders to pick them off from here at the safety of the town."

Folding his arms, Gwyn gave off a sinister grin. "So, is that simple enough for all of you mongrels to understand?"


Kendran, The Assassin Elf Lord

Tilting his head, the Elf Lord adjusted the rags covering his mouth to better hide his face, before facing Zia. "Yes... Assassins here. Roughly thirty in total... more than expected. Makes mission easier," spoke Kendran in a slightly... strange voice with small subtle sentences. It was almost as if he was forced to speak in small sentences almost. "Now Mission: We wait for mercenaries to get within range of town. Then wait for Gwyn's squad to distract them. Once distracted we go in. Aim for those giving out orders. Mercenaries may be hired men but they still take orders from superiors. Eliminate superiors. Cause disarray for army. Easy victory after that, just need to kill confused soldiers. Simple tactic of warfare. Cut off the head, the rest of the body is useless."

Fixing the rags over his face again, Kendran's eyes became soft as he looked at the squad of Assassins before him. "Questions?"


Luka, The Fairy Witch

"Eheh, you're here for defense as well, huh~?" giggled Luka as she adjusted her hat like a little kid. "Well, missy, we have one of the easier jobs... but it can quickly become one of the more dangerous ones if the other teams screw up!"

Twisting her staff, Luka tapped the butt of it against the floor, before letting off a large grin, showing off her teeth and little fang. "We are to fortify the walls and the towers surrounding the city, and to have barrier spells and any other defensive based spells we can muster. If they get too close to the wall, just keep on casting the protective spells, we do not know how many spellcasters they have, or if they have siege weapons. Counter anything flying your way, and keep your shields up, though, conserve you energy at all costs, since if we cant keep up with our spells, then this town will fall. While we spellcasters are doing that, archers, cyber art users, and everyone else will be protecting us casters from those attacking the walls and gates. Use any means you can to take them out and to prevent them from harming us, or getting inside."

"It's a simple strategy, really. But it's often the simplest strategies that work the best, no~?" giggled Luka as her grin grew wider. "Now, is there anyone who doesn't understand what we need to do, or needs a refreshers? Don't worry, I don't bite guys~!" hummed Luka as she looked towards the group in front of her.


Cleska, Succubi Matriarch

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Cleska temporarily ignored her group to go attend to the pompous ass. "Yo, demon monkey," groaned Cleska as she placed a hand upon her hip, "while your pretty spells are all nice and kind, your unholy spells wont do much here, idiot. This place is holy land blessed by he White Stag himself. While it doesn't directly affect us demons, it does affect our spells, halving their utility and their power than if they were cast in normal lands."

"Come on, Zanven, I thought even someone like yourself would have known this, considering you alive when Keva rose up to power as well. Though, you are an idiot who prefers to sleep with the mortal woman like nothing else. Nonetheless... while the blessing is indeed a double-edge sword for us, it was cast by the White Stag in order to prevent the stronger demons from raiding this town and its forest all those years ago. It's hard to notice... but the blessings are still here, and they are as strong as ever," spoke Cleska as she looked around her.

"So... Think you can stop kissing your human whore, get off your lazy ass, and actually help us out?" spat Cleska as she fixed her eyes upon Zanven, before folding her arms out of annoyance. "...At least for me?"


The Old Man of the Inn

Looking up at The Paladin as he walked up the stairs, Old Benny closed his eyes before speaking. "That's a mighty kind thing, Sir... but, I don't think I'll be coming with you. I spent many years... in fact, my whole entire life here in Swampveil," spoke Old Benny as he gave off a kind smile, and opened his eyes. As he spoke, the other people of the inn began to load their rifles and their pistols, before taking positions at the windows and the doors. "Many of us have spent our lives here, Mister, and... to say that we'd just run and hide, and allow those savages to wreck our homes and ruin the peace here... then you are sadly mistaken."

Taking off his glasses, and folding them, he calmly placed them into his shirt pocket. Lowering himself, he grabbed somethings from underneath the counter; a custom-made shotgun and a old flintlock pistol. "We've grown up here... fallen in love... produced families... and have even lost families here. To ask us to hide, and allow those memories to be molested by greedy bastards... is something that we cannot do, Mister."

Grinning, Old Benny gave off a kind smile to The Paladin. "Mister... don't worry about us folks. The White Stag and the others need you out there to help them with their plans than to tend to us. We can handle ourselves, Mister," spoke the Old Man in a soft voice. Deep inside, one part of the Old Man wanted to protect his inn with his own hands... the very same inn his father, his father's father, and his father's father's father had owned had owned and taken care of, all in order to preserve his family's legacy. On the other hand... he was welcoming a honorable death, one that would make the kids he hasn't seen in so long happy... and his old wife happy.

Cocking his shotgun, Old Benny gave off a final nod towards The Paladin. "Go, they are going to need you... and you know it."

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#249: Feb 25th 2013 at 3:15:01 AM

"Katerina go to the Stag. Tell him there's been a change of plan." The Paladin boomed out.

"And what exactly is that, Big Guy?", she replied using her affectionate nickname for him.

"I'm going to stay here, hold this Inn. You are to go and fight on the frontline, understood?"

"Right got it."

She ran out and morphed running straight for the Paldin, then took flight.

The Paladin stayed in the inn.

"I'm going to need somewhere were I can get access to dirt or soil. Can you get me a bucket of it?"

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#250: Feb 25th 2013 at 4:29:45 AM

Widia quickly returned to her wagon and went inside. She picked up her main smithing hammer and turned to look around. Her blueprints and pencil went into a metal chest, which she then closed and locked. She didn't need a breastplate but a helmet wouldn't go amiss, just in case.

She left the wagon, locking it in the same way she'd opened it, but this time giving the lock an extra turn. Then she turned and entered the smithy, spotting Jeremiah. What's the plan for us smiths?" She asked. She had half a mind to report to Cleska, but she wanted to see what Jeremiah was doing. He might need help.

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