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Battle #01 - Lascian Border Fort
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Topic Started: May 15 2008, 10:43 PM (1,069 Views)
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Lysander
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Jul 6 2008, 07:03 PM
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Well. this just wasn't his day, but none the less he was going to have to make due. He was happy his fellow soldier could spare him some of the bandages, though from the looks of them they didn't look to safe. However, it was probably safer than leaving a wound such as this open.
Now, the Caledonia soldier didn't bother to say thank you in a traditional sense. There was no need for such verbal commands, he showed it in another way. Providing Lysander with these bandages was allt he thanks he needed and to top it all off, Lysnader caught a glimpse of the fail Flamethrower. His teeth grinded together as he also took a note of what all was happening around him.
All aound them, people were losing losing thier lives.
He had said it once before, but he needed to hear it in his head once more. War doesn't determine who's right. It just determines who's left. And this quote was true. He didn't know if he was fighting for the right reasons. What he did know, however was that he was fighting for something he truly cared about. Lysander pierce the dirt with his sword and began to wrap it around his waist. His left hand still caused him pain as he used his index and thumb in conjuction with his right to tie a rather sloppish knot. However, it was tight enough to show it wouldn't come loose unless he was struckt at his side once more. Lysander still stood over there, clearing up the puff of smoke he just belched out.
Schneider just watched, he was feeling his own pain. His breathing had also increased due to the fight with the Oddish. those Flamethrowers, although powerful, did drain some energy from him. Nor could he muster enough energy to launch one more at the Oddish.
He was going to have to take it easier now.
Lysander retreived the blade that had and looked back at the battle. He began walking towards it, shouting another command.
"Schneider, I want you to get in close. It doesn't seem you can use another Flamethrower for a while. You have access to the move called Crush Claw. I want you to aim in a particular place, dead right in between the eyes. All your might, hold nothing back!"
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Lysander; The Rogue Lion The path towards Enlightenment
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Jul 6 2008, 08:56 PM
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As Lysander finished his wrappings, the Oddish's attack faded, having drained its bit from the little Fire-type and restored some of its own wounds. It was a nasty attack, one that not only left its target weakened and injured but recovered the attacker, so that they could do it again all over.
And that seemed to be the Oddish's intent as it closed its eyes and the green aura returned, sapping at Schneider's life force as the little Pokemon tried to recover in the brief pause between them.
His orders were heard and acknowledged, but he wasted no time in indicating it, instead focusing on gathering his courage and energy for the assault. At least while the Oddish was attacking, it was still.
Despite the pain that screamed throughout his body from the attempts to move while another was draining the energy from his muscles and core itself, the little Fire-type drew himself up and launched himself at the Oddish, running as fast as he could to cover the ground between them. As he did, the little claws on his paws protruded slowly, glistening in the light of the sun, and leaped, slashing downwards across the oddly colored Pokemon's front.
The Oddish screamed in pain and fell backwards, the green link broken immediately as its skin was flayed nearly an inch in, rupturing one eye and emptying the contents of his stomach across his stubby little legs and all over the ground.
As he lay there, twitching, the Cyndaquil collapsed forward, breathing heavily, the dirt stirring in front of him as he breathed, evidence that he was alive despite his eyes being closed.
As Lysander approached, he began to notice how there seemed to be fewer and fewer people still standing, moving amongst the bodies and advancing further upon Lascia. More and more of them wore Caledonia's livery, rather than Lascia's, and those who lingered at the back weren't so harshly prompted to continue forwards. The battle seemed to be winding down...
[Schneider gained 3.5 Exp]
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Lysander
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Jul 7 2008, 08:36 AM
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Still fairly injured, Lysander looked around once more. He saw there dead bodies, more than he could possibly count. What really put some horror on his face was the fact that there were more Caledonia's bodies then there were actually Lascian. Was his country really losing this battle? His eyes wandered to Schneider, whom was now on the floor.
He decided to turn around and go back to his Pokemon. Hios left side had taken a serious beating, he wasn't even sure if he could take any more before he just decided to collapse.
His Pokemon was still breathing, it was a more faitigued type of breath though. Yet he was still twitching as well, it was a sign he was still living.
"Schneider. You did really great today. You didn't back down and you helped me form the sword today. I'm proud of you and I'm glad you're my partner. I can take it from here." He withdrew his sword and let it stand in the dirt as his right went towards his belt, shaking. He too was starting to fillt he affects of fatigue.
He grasped the orb and pointed towards Schneider, the rune glowing a bright color before the red beam hit Schneider and took it inside its hold.
His sword still in hand, he decided to go back to where he saw more of the Caledonia soldiers. In his condition, it would be stupid to try and pursue on his own. He needed a mage, and quite badly it seemed.
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Lysander; The Rogue Lion The path towards Enlightenment
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jul 7 2008, 01:52 PM
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The expression on the little Cyndaquil's face could only be called one of absolute relief, though perhaps with (way more than) a hint of exhaustion.
Behind him were several Caledonian soldiers, including the one whom he had already helped, slowly making their way up towards the front lines, most of whom were dragging limbs, by the looks of it, probably with major gashes along them, sliced muscles, the gamut of war-based injuries, really. There were no healers among them, by the looks of things, but surely they were heading for some, even if it meant going back into the fray, and so following them was really the best option.
Even ahead of them the fighting seemed to be winding down, the sounds of battle were fewer and far between and the bursts of light that signified different spells being cast were growing dimmer and slower, when there were any at all. By all appearances, it was a Caledonian victory, but until the flag was raised in the Border Fort, it wasn't safe to assume anything.
Up ahead, at the tail end of what appeared to be the last of the fighting, was a small group of mages, loosely grouped together, moving from one person to another. they were likely one of several healing units dispatched, and were eventually making their way back to the stragglers.
It would have seemed more logical to place a healing unit at the back as well, in order to get injured soldiers back into the fight faster. Perhaps it needed to be suggested.
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Jul 8 2008, 01:45 AM
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Ihdril gulped. This was it. As she stepped among the bodies, it fully dawned on her the gravity of her situation. If she failed here, there was no going back. She could not just get up and go home because it got to hard, no matter how much duty it warrented. She was in a place where anything could kill her. It scared her, but, as she placed a hand on her sword hilt and the other petted Eva, this was her destiny. To be here. Those in power had created this life for her. While it wasn't the best, she was in good company.
Eva cooed softly, also looking at the bodies. "Its alright, Eva," said Ihdril softly. She wrinkled her nose; she didn't mind the smell of blood, but this was outrageous. She only hoped she didn't have to treat them, though she would if she was ordered to.
It was the sounds of battle that intrigued her even more, however. She sound of metal on metal sent a shiver down her spine. This shiver was not from fear, but from excitement. She wondered if she was going to be doing battle or not.
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Jul 8 2008, 07:16 AM
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More soldiers were coming, though instead of going back they were heading deeper into the fray. Injured, dragging their limbs barely with the strength they had left, it was a rather interesting sight to say the least. Lysander had been injured quite bad himself and with their being no healers back here, he would have to push forward.
He moaned at the thought there could still be enemy soldiers still at full strength and ready to fight. The very thought of having to battle in this state wasn't pleasant at all and with each passing moment, it seem like death would take him if he didn't watch his back. Shaking off the sweat that had developed from his face, he cautiously took steps forward deeper intot he battle.
There was no retreat order, so he wasn't going back. He couldn't just leave them here to face whatever was in the depths of this desolation. Though very much to his suprise and relief the fighting continued you wind down. In the faint distance, he could see burst of light where the fighting was taken place.
What is that?
A small thought as he pressed on. The further he got, the more he could see. There were a group of people who were healing soldiers that were injured. His heart jumped, was this a sign he was saved? He steps began to accelerate and move at a faster pace. Blood still seeped out from his wound, and his lefty hand didn't fair much better than before.
Still, he had his sword in hand. His eyes for the most part kept forward but took glances around to make sure nothing was going to get in his way.
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Lysander; The Rogue Lion The path towards Enlightenment
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Jul 8 2008, 04:13 PM
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Ihdril's forward progress was slowed, however, as Lascian soldiers began to come her way, limping or dragging their comrades, moving at a fast enough pace that they weren't merely taking a break from the fighting.
They were retreating.
There were soldiers of all ranks among those who were trying to get back, vassals from all over Lascia making their way back in the direction that Ihdril had come from, towards the apparent safety of the road.
Lascia was abandoning its Border Fort.
People passed her, streaming tears and blood, passing her as if she didn't exist at all, though a few tugged at her, trying to pull her along with them, away from the fighting, away from the fort. She was too late for anything but helping the wounded to flee...
Of which there were plenty. There were people staggering along, dragging themselves along the ground, or who wandered around as if they didn't know where they were, probably victims of a significant blow to the head. Gods, the aftermath of war...
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Fairly quickly, as his faster movements probably drew attention to himself, one of the men shooed another in his direction as the larger part of the group bustled past, and a portly man of roughly twice Lysander's edge stopped before him, huffing and puffing.
"'Ey say the Lasc'ns're retreatin'," he stated, his voice sounding chipper despite the morbid drudgery of the service he performed. Without even asking permissions, one hand went to Lysander's side, and another to the mangled looking remains of his hand. "'At's why 'ere're so many of us out now, it's safer," the fellow continued as his hands began to glow with a soft light.
A warmth that was different than the feeling of increased blood flow in his wounded regions washed over Lysander, and began to push away the pain, brushing it aside as tissue stitched itself back together, and bones knitted back into a single cohesive plate, the muscle beneath coming back together as naturally as ever it had been.
"G'luck," the healer murmured, looking a little more short of breath than before, before he patted Lysander on the shoulder and bustled off to the next poor victim of the fighting.
[The next post will doll out rewards for the both of you and wrap this thread up. After the next time I post, I will close this topic and make it public, then reset your masks (for those of you who need it). Thank you for participating in Battle #1! Mana, you'll be ushered along to #3, for plot reasons, so request me for your next update in your actual story, please. ^_^]
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Jul 8 2008, 05:05 PM
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It's over? The thought swept through his mind briefly as the man put his hands on him, causing him some discomfort in the area's he was wounded. The man's hands, howoever, began to radiate with a light that felt warm. Lysander's eyes looked straight at the man's hand. Was this the power of the mages?
The pain slowly began to subside and eventually, Lysander's pain was gone. Even after the healer left, he still stood there. His attention had turned straight forward and could see other Caledonia soldier's around him. Did they really drive them off? Were the Lascians really running away from their own fort? This little information he was given was really astounding.
Caledonia had driven off the enemy.
His left hand feeling better than it ever did and blood no longer seeping from his side, he raised his sword high into the air. A sort of victory position if you will, to show how proud he was that his comrades had driven off the enmy and he played his role in the fighting. His blanked expression quickly turned into a smile, teeth showing and all. This was really something to be happy about.
Though, as he looked at the dead bodies that laid on the floor, the smile started to fade. His sword now slipped downward and his head held low.
It was a small prayer for the dead. For allt hose who lost thier lives in this battle, they were not to be soon forgotten for their deeds. His eyes slowly crept open and he looked forward. Though Schneider did not have a chance to be healed yet he would have to press on.
Anyone else left would had to be disptached. He started to move forwards once more closer to the Borderfort. It was the end now.
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Jul 13 2008, 01:12 PM
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When he reached his eventual destination, he found that the hostilities, in the Border Fort, had been declared officially over and that the fort had been a successful conquest by his native Caledonia. Already things were moving in their favor. It boded very well for the war itself.
In the interim while things were made official, guards set up, and things discussed between the commanding officers that the common soldier weren't to be privy to, Lysander was shuffled away with the other foot soldiers to tents set up outside so that they might eat, have wounds looked at that had gotten missed in the heat of battle (though Lysander was fine in that regard), and generally be allowed to relax in light of their recent victory.
Many of the men were not given to relaxing, but rather to celebrating, and raucous singing and heavy drinking seemed to be the norm across the mess tents for the most part. No-one seemed willing to do anything about it though, perhaps because they too were feeling rather giddy with their win, and were inclined to let their subordinates have fun as they wished. May as well keep them happy while they had reason to be happy.
Eventually they were divided up by battalion, and Lysander was filed away with the rest of 5th company, a group consisting of some twenty assorted men (and the occasional woman), under the command of Sir Jeffery of Comeragh, a fairly well-liked Knight in service to Lord Beckett. Their previous commander had been slain prior to Lysander's arrival, and was already interred in a group grave for the higher-ranking officers. There were other graves for the unidentifiable dead, and carts for those who could be shipped back to their family.
Individually, Sir Jeffery went among his men and congratulated and thanked them for their efforts, rewarding all with a handshake and a kind smile from his green eyes. He also had a member of the Royal Treasury following along behind him, passing out relevant sums of money to all who participated, as well as different material rewards for those who shone particularly brightly amidst the bloodshed.
To Lysander, he was presented a tidy sum of 654 gold in various denominations of coins, and a slip of parchment that had been taken off of a slain enemy mage. His part in the battle was small, but appreciated nonetheless.
So appreciated, in fact, that he, along with all the other men, were given orders to standby within communications range (single-day flight by carrier-Pidgey) for further orders.
[Lysander gained 4.5 Exp] [Lysander gained 654 Gold] [Lysander gained TM 71 (Stone Edge)]
[Please accept the invitation to the group "5th Battalion"]
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Jul 13 2008, 09:57 PM
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"What? They're abandoning it? But... if they abandon the Border Fort..." she said, her mind reeling. Was this an omen to the out come of the war? Her eyes looked around at the battle field, seeing everyone leaving. They were wide with shock and disbelief. Without the Border Fort, how could the country stand against the other? Was this how the war was going to turn out? Was Lasica going to lose the war already? Her breathing came in short gasps as she tried not to believe it. Was it all for naught now?
She looked around at the battle field full of casualities. All these people and Pokemon... all of them could have been spared if the bloody war hadn't started! Within her, a deep hatred grew, one she could only voice to Eva. She shook with rage at her government, for creating this war. Her hatred was not something she could voice out, however. Words like that, accusations like that got people hanged and killed. You could not go against the royals, no matter how stupid you thought they'd become.
Ihdril knew this and sucked up her hatred, locking it up until she needed to use it. She petted Eva and turned around, heading back to Cyndra. She could not bare to look at the scene anymore.
It only fueled her anger.
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Jul 15 2008, 03:50 PM
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[Small post, just to wrap things up.]
Despite the power of those feelings, they remained locked away deep inside of Ihdril, unknown to all the many others who began to swarm about her as the Lascian forces withdrew, leaving behind their Border Fort and their first line of defense.
They had been struck a hard blow, but though Ihdril may not have realized it, vengeance was nigh at hand.
[Ihdril gained .25 Exp] [Ihdril gained 30 Gold]
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