Someting Strange (RoA)
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				Title: <strong>Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cindred</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 18:32:55</strong>
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				<strong>Sun's Fall, 8th. Dawn.</strong><br><br>The cool northern breeze was blowing, the winter was slowly approaching, but the weather was still mild. The great city of Shi'el was standing in it's glory, the setting sun dawning directly behind it, the tall buildings laying their majestic shadows on the landscape of its outskirts. The tallest buildings rising to the skies above, piercing the clouds, displaying an incredible contrast with the nearby, ancient parts of the city, built millennias ago.<br><br>Faylin laid a final glance to her beloved home city. She wasn't sure if she would ever see it again, none of them could be. It was touted as a suicide mission. No one had entered the Wastelands in decades. Not authorised anyway. Normally the army would refuse to send anyone to a certain death for any reason, but the signal was something they wanted to investigate, they needed to investigate. It could be anything. There had been talks of sending a full scale expedition to find out what it was, but after numerous meetings, it had been decided, that a small group, less than five, would be able to avoid detection from the hostilities and avoid slaughter. That was what their survival would depend on, avoiding detection. Although such a small band of soldiers could easily be obliterated by a band of marauders, they would have a far better chance than a large expedition would have when the hordes of Drow would detect them.<br><br>She sighs silently. She had wanted the excitement, that's why she had volunteered. But she was starting to have doubts. This could well be her last mission, but if they were successful, she would sky-rocket in the ranks and put her name down in history. That was, if the source of the signal was anything worth finding. It was a gamble. That was for sure. "You know the way...?" She speaks to the driver who simply shrugs to her. "Haven't ever gone there before... Why would I?" Was the response, in the man's gruff, deep voice. "That's why we have the navigators." He states and waves the small device in his hand. The driver seemed relaxed, then again, why wouldn't he be? He wasn't going to go further than the gates. He wasn't on a suicide mission, he was just going to deliver her small company for one. "Hm... Right." She says as she climbs in to back of the small transporter before the others. Not on a talkative mood right now, she remained silent, in her thoughts psyching herself up for the mission. It wouldn't be a long flight, a few hours, there wan't much time now. This was it.<br><br>In silence, she waited for the others to board. She thought of the city, the friends she was leaving behind and closes her eyes. This was crazy. <em>'Why would I ever agree on going to the Wastes...'</em> she heard a voice saying in the back of her head. <em>'Because I have to, because I will make my mark in the history.'</em> She responded to herself.<br><br>(http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/6849/transporterg.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 12:40:07</strong>
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				(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2ynrurs.jpg)<br><br>Sierra walked along the sidewalk of a large streets of the modern day city of Shi'el, her stomach utterly twisted in knots at the visage of technology and rising buildings all around her.&nbsp; It was not that she was against progress and free thought - in fact, the Mage Knight greatly respected intellectuals.&nbsp; However, the sight of all this rampant progress made her nervous.&nbsp; Sierra had grown up in the neighboring Republic of Aghard, a kingdom still in its infacy after it had broken apart from Gemhel nearly a century ago.&nbsp; Unlike Gemhel, Aghard stood for everything honest and true, namely progress through magics and social class through power of such magics.&nbsp; Sierra shook her head as she made her way towards the military airport she had been instructed to go to, her high heeled boots making loud tapping noises on the cold surface of the walkway as she walked, she could just not understand how a people could be so reckless.<br><br>Minutes later, she found herself being escorted to the landing pad where she saw a small aircraft waiting for takeoff.&nbsp; She had noticed the the military escort that was accompanying her was not for her own protection - but for their own.&nbsp; A sly smirk formed on the corners of the girl's lips in the realization that these people did not trust her - be it because of her nationality or the attire she wore.&nbsp; In fact, the armor which the knight wore was quite revealing and consisted of armored gloves and shoulder pads as well as thick armored leggings and boots which ascended all the way up to mid thigh.&nbsp; Where the plate armor ended on her thighs, simple lacy black stockings continued.&nbsp; Aside from the armor on her limbs, the girl wore little else - a simple black thong to match the stockings in style and a small black bra that was held in place by multiple strings.&nbsp; With each step the girl took, her large bust would have swayed up and down, and the rather tiny bra looking like it'd fall off at any moment.&nbsp; It was not that she was eager to flaunt her body - but because of her skills as a mage, the less she wore meant more powerful spells.&nbsp; Regardless of the guards and their rather obvious stares, she found herself brought in front of the aircraft before the leader of her escort motioned to it, a look of exhaustion on his face.<br><br>The mage knight wasted little time before she stepped up onto the walkway of the craft, quickly ascending the steps and disappearing inside the craft towards the front.&nbsp; She grinned rather impishly as the pilot noticed her, his eyes seeming to linger on her body for a second before she saw him redirect his attention back to his technology.&nbsp; Sierra simply rolled her eyes, wondering if any of these weak willed Gemhel citizens had actually seen a real woman before.&nbsp; As she finished stepping on board, the girl walked towards the back of the craft, noticing almost immediately the other woman already waiting.&nbsp; Perhaps this was the team commander that Gemhel had put in charge?&nbsp; Sierra shook her head, reminding herself that it did not matter who her employer was - the money promised for a successful journey was too good to pass up, and Sierra desperately needed that money soon.&nbsp; With an eyebrow raised and her hands on her slender waist, Sierra eyed the other girl up for a few seconds before raising her voice.&nbsp; <strong>"So...I take it you are this Gemhel warrior I keep hearing about?"</strong>&nbsp; Without waiting for a response, the knight moved around until she was in the back of the craft - as far back as possible before she took a seat.&nbsp; She quickly adjusted herself before crossing on of her bare thighs over the other, the armored lower legs dangling in front of her before looking back over at the Gemhel woman.&nbsp; <strong>"You can call me Knight D'Monte..if you wish.&nbsp; Now just when can we get this journey on? I'm eager to get paid all ready for coming this far as is."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kimera</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 17:05:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sessuri Physalia &amp; Salaris</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151483.msg6896723#msg6896723)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sessuri Physalia</strong></span></span><br>(http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/6185/5cafeafbd5629e037a1b09e.png)<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salaris</strong></span></span><br>(http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/4397/73732260da499572275b7e7.jpg)</div><br>Sessuri accompanied by her trusty partner Salaris were escorted by several guards towards a small vehicle currently docked. Neither of them was extremely eager to begin the new mission they had volunteerd for, but they both needed the money...badly. As alien as they were to the land dwellers, few were willing to deal with them and the ones that did always overpriced their services. As mercenaries, they wereable to sell their talents and the military did not refuse any willing to take the most dangerous of missions. They knew they were expendable. <br><br>Once they got to the vehicle, Sessuria paused for a moment. She distrusted anything that wasn't alive and wasn't looking forward to be spending the next couple hours. <br><br><strong>"Ugh...Look how cramped it looks....It probably smells too....and poorly maintained, we'll crash for sure......"</strong><br><br><strong>"It can't be helped"</strong> She replied calmly to her companion, interupting yet another of his many rants.&nbsp; <br><br>Waiting another moment she stepped inside once her friend was calmed down. Two of her team-mates for this mission were already present. At least one of the women seemed eager to get started. It still amazed her how rash and impatient some of the surface dwellers were, but giving their short lifespan, it seemed logic they wanted to do as much in what little time was given to them. Remaining silent, she chose a seat close to the entry hatch so they could disenbark the moment they arrived, not having to spend one second longer in this transport than was nessessery. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 10:15:43</strong>
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				Apostle grimaced bearing his jagged teeth as he walked through the city of Shi'el its hustle and bustle not to his liking. He preferred the outskirts of the city since it still had the rustic feel of some form of simplistic charm. Yet here he was enduring another volunteered mission thanks to one of his contacts that had dropped his name, and recruited him for what the gods only knew. <em>'This is the last time.'</em> mentally reassuring himself as he continued to walk young children being pulled back by their mothers as they looked upon his face. Three scars in all one going horizontally across the bridge of his nose to each side of the upper half of his cheeks while two others adorned his face each going down vertically of each eye. It was weird to see a man so young be so battle worn.<br><br>With Shi'el's busy streets the swordsman did not feel all to comfortable. He seemed out of place in his armor well the most vulnerable of its state at the moment it seemed more like a thin plated leather with straps around the shoulders and waist. Its color a dim gray give an idea it had been once a magnificent jet black. <strong>"I do not know if I should even go. I did not volunteer for this line of work."</strong> Speaking to himself getting strange looks from a large looking man. It was not directed at him, but at the sword that was draped on his back. It was as tall as he was give an inch, it was made of pure iron its once sharp blade somewhat dulled from the feel of crimson. <em>'Its because you want to go. You get to make things simple for you. No thoughts just swinging your sword.'</em> a voice said echoing in the back of his skull. He kept walking acting as normal as he could be in his head he saw his inner beast on all fours walking beside him. A hellhound the shape of the inner demon is considered to be shaped after Apostle's more darker personality It seemed to be walking him to his destination. <em>'Silence I don't need your hollow words. Vanish from my sight. You will not get the best of me beast.'</em> Giving a glare which made the monster within his mind go silent. It was broken right as Apostle had to stop waiting for the moment to cross the street.<br><br>The Hellhound stood in front of his path as he waited patiently its eyes burning a hole into his very soul. Until he gained some control chains sprouting forth to wrap the darker side and drag it back down to the depths of his mind. <em>'For now so be it....'</em> Starting to buckle as the weight increased '<em>I will deign to obey you.'</em> It was now being brought to bow before him as ir continued to speak. <em>'Within my depths; from the bottom of darkness. I shall breath lightly.'</em> It sunk into the ground as everyone kept on with their day unable to see what he saw nor would they ever this was a mental battle.<em> 'Keep me in chains... Suppress me! I will store my power.'</em> It was more then half way gone when Apostle started to walk past the beast as if he was normal. <em>'And then....one day.'</em> A smirk went across the face of the swordman his head now cleared of his trouble. <strong>"We will see beast."</strong><br><br>He walked for a short time after arriving at the spot eyeing the craft that would take him along with his other <em>'comrades'</em> to what he expected to be a lengthy mission. He did not like these kind of vehicles, yet now he had no choice. The only option was to suck it up and be a man. <strong>"Will my sword even fit inside?"</strong> worried not for his safety, but the capacity of weight it could carry. Apostle poked his head within the open door of the craft and saw the three women all of them waiting on him alone. "Um...I think I have the wrong aircraft." turning back to see that it was the only one in the location given to him. "Apostle Monte...The Black Swordsman. At your disposal." Looking at what seemed to be the leader of this group. Before sitting furthest away from everyone not to be rude of any sort he was not ready to 'warm up' with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cindred</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 10:46:39</strong>
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				Faelyn watched as the first of her copany boarded the small transporter and her eyes did widen a little at the attire. It was significant contrast to herself, who was wearing a full military issued armor, that covered every little inch of her skin, the only thing she wasn't wearing was the helmet, which was on the floor, between her feet. <br><br>She could swear she was able to see the other woman's vulva through those thin, tiny panties. It was definitely not something that would be allowed on a standard military operation. There was definitely nothing standard about this operation. Least of all the fact she was acting as the commanding officer for what was practically a band of mercenaries. She had never even been a commanding officer on a mission before. Couldn't they at least have given her some disciplined soldiers who knew their place in an operaton like this, rather than some big breasted, half naked bimbo from the north, who would better fit in a poster on the wall of a teenage boy.&nbsp; Yes, the knight sure had the loos to flaunt it, but this was a military mission, for Tharwyn's* sake.<br><br><strong>"Knight D'Monte..."</strong> She says and rolls her eyes. Oh, how the aura of 'superiority' those Aghardians carried around with themselves annoyed her, it gnawed her to the bone. They thought they were all that. Maybe the fact that the woman looked like a model annoyed her as well. Jealousy was one of her greatest vices. <strong>"I am the commanding officer on this mission, D'Monte. If you wanted to be called something special, I can call you 'boobs'"</strong> She responds. <strong>"I am Lieutenant Lindeley. Didn't know there were stories being told of me."</strong> She spoke in a dry tone.<br><br>She had spoken loudly enough for the second... Mercenary...? ... Or whatever it... She...? Was, to hear. Her day just kept getting better. At least in the first instance she had known what she was dealing with. <em>'Where do they find these... People?'</em> She couldn't help thinking to herself. Or were they even people. And what was with the snake? How was she supposed to take on such a risky mission with such a crew. She closed her eyes for a moment, before muttering to the creature. <strong>"Welcome aboard... You must be... Physalia...?" </strong><br><br>Her attention was soon diverted from the strange being, as the third one of her crew entered the craft. It wasn't so much of an aircraft as it was a hovercraft. Such details hardly mattered anyway. She was happy to see someone who actually looked like a soldier though, rather than a pin-up girl or an oversized Man-O-War wih a snake. Even if this one seemed like one of the old schoolers, trusting in power of enchantments and magic, rather than technology, like Faye herself did.<strong> "Ah... Welcome aboard, Monte."</strong> She said, curtly. <strong>"Right, I think we have everyone on board. Great. No reason to stall."</strong> She turned to call out for the driver. <strong>"Let's get a move on. Next stop, The Great Gate of Hope."</strong> Even she felt strange calling it that. It was more like the gate of despair. But when it had been created, it had been to create <em>hope</em> against the invasion of the Drow, and it had worked. So far.<br><br>As soon as they were all inside the small transporter, it took off, starting the journey toward the Wastelands. Faye started the briefing. She wasn't going to make it long winded by any means. Not that they had time for anything too complicated, besides, no one know what they were going to face. <strong>"I'm sure all of you know where we are going and why, but this is protocol."</strong> She says, in her 'serious business' tone. She was going by the books, even if there was nothing by the books about this. <br><br><strong>"Our target is in the middle of the Wasteland of Horak. We don't know what it is and what will it look like, but it shows in the radar, and that's what we are going to find out."</strong> She states. <strong>"I can't guarantee anyone's personal safety on this mission, it's going to be dangerous, and if you ask me, it's just plain foolish. But this is where we stand."</strong> She takes a deep breath before continuing, hopefully without interruption. <br><br><strong>"We can expect to come by marauding gangs of outlaws. But that's not our greatest worry, creatures of al kinds have been allowed to roam free on the wastelands for generations. However, what we really want to worry about, is the Drow. The plan is to not get spotted by them, because as we do, our chances of getting back alive will be reduced to near zero. I don't want anyone playing solo."</strong> She pays a glance at each of them, cauging their reactions, hoping she didn't have anyone in her crew that would get unnerved. She also didn't mention that there were marauding gangs of outlaws only because the military ofen dumped undesirables and criminals straight in there, out of sight, out of mind.<br><br><strong>"We will not take transport with us beyond the Sphere of Hope. Such things display on the radar better than anything. And I repeat. We do not want to be spotted. We'll have a Chewbra** to carry our supplies, and the supplies will last us for a month. I want this mission over in half that time."</strong> She heard her pager go off and looks to it briefly, but doesn't seem to pay much attention to it before finishing. <strong>"So if someone didn't get it yet. I am Lieutenant Lindeley, You can call me Lieutenant or Lindeley, I don't care. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to make sure the job gets done, so I expect you all to work as a unit. If any of you have a problem with me, or with anything I just said, or if you are scared by now, you are free to go straight back home. Once we are inside the sphere, you'll only get back with me, if I fall your only safe return card wil be whatever it is that we are looking for. Have I been clear?"</strong><br><br>If no one had any questions, the next time she spoke, would be when they landed at the Great Gate of Hope.<br><br><em>*Tharwyn, the god of warfare.</em><br><br><em>**Chewbra, a large animal most easily described as a Zebra, larger than the largest warhorses, with a horn protruding from its forehead. Not to be confused with Unicorns, Chewbras are not magical creatures. They are calm herbivores, but capable of defending themselves.</em><br><br><div align="center">(http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/6989/zhevrabyshelovesemod4o5.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Illustration of a Chewbra</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kimera</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 15:02:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sessuri Physalia &amp; Salaris</strong></span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151483.msg6896723#msg6896723)</div><br><br><strong>"Welcome aboard... You must be... Physalia...?"</strong><br><br>"That is correct Lieutenant Lindeley, but please call me Sessuri. Me and my companion Salaris are looking forward to be working with you" Sessuri responded in her ever so polite tone. She addressed everyone in the shuttle, so everyone could hear her telephatic responce. <br><br>"Did....did she just call me a snake!" Salaris darted out<br><br>"Hush Salaris, stop reading the Lieutenant's mind...." She addressed to her partner before facing back to Lindeley. "Forgive my companion. He's a bit sensitive about the matter" She calmly added, as if it was the most nomal thing in the world.&nbsp; Sessuri and Salaris then turned back to their own thoughts. Unless someone adressed them, they were silent for the remainder of the flight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 03:16:26</strong>
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				<br>(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2ynrurs.jpg)<br><br>Sierra kept her long armored legs crossed at mid thigh as she sat at the back of the small craft with her hands in her lap and one hand on the palm of her sword.&nbsp; Already the girl was feeling nervous, not an emotion she was comfortable or used to experiencing.&nbsp; However, in the capital of her country's enemy and on the verge of such a dangerous mission, surely even the most hardened warriors could feel worry?&nbsp; Regardless of her thoughts, Sierra quickly shook her head to bring herself back to attention, only to see Faelyn eyeing her armor, particularly the thong that pretty much outlined more than it hid.&nbsp; Sierra squirmed slightly annoyed in her chair at the obvious stare from Faelyn, rolling her eyes and wondering why these Gemhel people were such prudes.&nbsp; Turning her gaze back to the girl clad from head to toe in that military uniform, Sierra offered the other girl a simple knowing grin and impish eyes before seeing the other companions arrive and turning her attention to them.<br><br>Upon seeing the surprisingly young girl with the odd snake like creature dangled around her, Sierra rose an eyebrow in curiosity.&nbsp; She had seen a variety of strange things back in her magic infused home country - but never something like this before.&nbsp; However, before her staring would be considered rude, the knight girl quickly looked away from Sessuri and her companion and pretended to look bored instead.&nbsp; That was when she saw Apostle enter the landed craft.&nbsp; She eyed the man with slight nervousness and that sword on his back looked like it could do some decent damage..especially against foes that were unarmored or even lightly so.&nbsp; Sierra looked down at her own skimpy armor on her legs and arms before casting a basic, almost undetectable shield spell that would protect against a weapon hit.&nbsp; She wasn't about to trust any of these weirdos yet.&nbsp; Once Apostle introduced himself, Sierra offered the man a simple nod of her head in hello, yet did not offer her own name or and other welcome sign.&nbsp; As the man and the odd girl sat, Sierra herself sat a little more at ease again, turning her attention back up to the group leader as she spoke for the first time.<br><br>As soon as Faelyn opened her mouth, Sierra knew the two of them were going to get along badly.&nbsp; As Faelyn offered to call her 'Boobs', Sierra grinned a little before leaning forward and letting her rather lightly clad breasts dangle in front of her, almost as if to taunt the commanding girl who did not deserve her respect yet.&nbsp; <strong>"heh...call me whatever you wish Commander Body Suit.&nbsp; And don't you worry about those stories..I think it's best I save those for after the mission."</strong>&nbsp; As Faelyn turned her attention to the others, so did Sierra.&nbsp; She kept her arms crossed in her lap as she listened, eager to learn any useful information about the other two - characters that she could not discern much about yet.&nbsp; However, as the craft took to the air, the look of annoyance on Sierra's stubborn face was clearly replaced by one of fear as she could feel the metal and engines pushing them upwards.&nbsp; She hated flying, especially when it was only with technology.&nbsp; Regardless of her fear though, the girl managed to stay quiet and kept her composure for the most part.<br><br>As Faelyn went over the mission parameters, Sierra simply nodded and remained quiet for the moment.&nbsp; However, she was eager to test her own powers against the Drow and other inhabitants that lived in this infamously dangerous landscape.&nbsp; She'd have to keep her cool though and settle for the objective first though, reminding herself that seeking out a fight was probably not a good idea if she planned on surviving.&nbsp; She hated the fact that the Lieutenant was a requirement in order to leave this gods forsaken place, especially since she looked so weak.&nbsp; However, at least it sounded like they'd all be able to get out of this craft soon.&nbsp; Sierra remained quiet, indicating that she had no questions after the briefing.&nbsp; She eyed the other two adventurers in the craft, wondering if perhaps they'd cause more trouble than they were worth...at least Gemhel military was well trained.&nbsp; However, as they continued to fly, the knight turned her attention back over to the Lieutenant, <strong>"How much f'ing longer till we can all get off of this f'ing wreck?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 09:47:48</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/QMjzl.png)<br>❝ <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">T</span></strong>here is no such thing as a happy ending. <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">O</span></strong>nly a more dreadful tale takes its place. ❞<br><br>He did not care very much on the details of this mission it was always the same if not a smidget altered in some way. Get to objective. retrieve said object of interest. Escape. That was all he heard from the soldier. The only thing that struck him odd was the fact that if she failed then he would not be able to come back to his home. <strong>"So you are telling me that your safety is our safety..."</strong> Saying it calmly though having a disapproving look on his battle scared face. <strong>"What is stopping me from running you through with my blade and going home. It seems like the best option, yet for now I will hold my word and do this job."</strong> It was not certain if he would set the bad vibe of the group or was this other woman who wore such clothing that for what she claimed to be would not suit her title one lowly bit. "As for you shameless woman it would be wise to keep silent." He points towards Sierra now seeing it fit to get his complaints out of the way. If they would hate him afterward then so be it, he had not come here for companionship or even the money that was promised to him.<br><br>It was only a bonus for him. His simple thinking was that as long as he could swing his sword without fear of being held back then the cravings for battle would subside. His inner beast would no longer haunt him so. He did not know what to say to the other woman or whatever she wanted to be called her companion not giving off any signs of animalistic behavior. For whatever reason he had the urge to think to himself about the snake. <em>'I bet it tastes chewy.'</em> thought not making eye contact. To solve this he closed his single eye and pretended to go to sleep this would save him from any conversation or back talk he'd have to endure with his dysfunctional team mates. Nodding off as the time dragged onward. Apostle felt funny it might of been from flying since never being off the ground before until just now.<br><br>As he dreamed it was of his past, and how he came to be as he was now. It being a path riddled with blood, sweat, death, and tears so much in fact that he could not remember any happiness in his life past his childhood. This was a reoccurring dream one that made him a man well it was only the start of it. As it continued down this spiral it would end with him the same as always looking down the two paths presented to him by a man upon a horse both looking dark and menacing. One lead to the sound of flames and screaming the sight of men fighting in the distance while the other showed a single man an outline if you will he stood with his sword in front of him as if to challenge Apostle even though he is no where near him his presence is one that terrifies him to his very core.<br><br>He mumbled in his sleep saying incoherent words that would make no sense to those that would listen to him. He would ramble about something called having no choice or even growl lowly in his sleep. The outside world seemed so far away from him as he rested within his chair arms folded as his large sword lay at his feet. he leaned forward from his rest/nightmare gritting his teeth to reveal they were somewhat sharp not as if a monster, but more as if he was just a once domesticated animal turned to savage beast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cindred</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 11:23:59</strong>
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				Faelyn glared at Sessuri. She did not like that at all. She did not enjoy the fact she was invading her mind. Reading her thoughts. Well, she or Salaris. In fact, she hated the idea someone could just go and do that. She put learning to protect her mind from such invasion on the list of things to do in the near future. If she would be alive for long enough to do so anyway. For now, she would just have to get used to the idea and try not to think of anything too confidential or offensive. <strong>"Right... Salaris then."</strong> Is all she says to the matter, before turning her attention to the others.<br><br>She looked at Sierra next. She had a feeling she would not get along with the woman on a personal level, and could only hope they would be able to work on a professional level. <strong>"I'll look forward to hearing it, D'Monte..." </strong> She responded, curtly. <strong>"We will be there soon enough."</strong> Too soon, n her honest opinion. She wasn't waiting to get started on this suicide mission. She decided to not speak to her further for now and leave speaking with her to what had to be said for the sake of the mission.<br><br>Lastly, she would address the swordsman. The one she had hoped to be a bit more of a conventional soldier, but the first impression, well, didn't make her exactly thrilled to be working with him. <strong>"I am telling you that they will only let authorized personnel out from within the Wastelands. For all they know any of you three could have a hidden motive to help the inhabitants of the Wastelands to come through those gates as well. I do not make the rules. So without me, you are not getting out of there, unless you have what we came looking for. So nothing is stopping you from running your sword through me if you believe you can be successful in the mission without me. Nothing is stopping you from stepping out of this hover craft and leaving the mission as soon as we land, and you will never have to step your foot on the Wastelands. Got it?"</strong> She didn't seem to be phased by the man's threatening demeanour, right now she was more worried about what they would face in the wastelands. And how she could dream of keeping her crew together.<br><br>So what did she have to work with? A creature who invaded her mind and stole her thoughts. She wasn't even sure what an unarmed creature like that could do on a mission like this. It was hilarious that she had a feeling, that this being would be who she would be getting along better than anyone else. That alone was telling a lot about what she had to work with. Then she had 'boobs' from Aghard. The political tension between their two countries alone was almost enough of a reason to strangle the woman. Not only that, but she had a rotten attitude. Maybe Faelyn had a rotten attitude herself, but she wasn't here to scrutinize herself. And last, but not least, a man who had opened up his conversation with her by asking what would stop him from gutting her. Great. So she had an oversized Man-O-War, a swimsuit model and a guy who threatened her life from the first sentence he spoke. What could go wrong?<br><br>Soon enough, the craft came to a halt and touched the ground. Faelyn would leave the craft to take a look, she was met by the massive darksteel gate. She turned to look around, to see two men in military uniforms, next to the Chewbra, loaded with supplies. <strong>"I guess that's for us? I'm Lieutenant Lindeley. Commander of the Wasteland Expedition."</strong> She says. The men nodded, before looking at her crew, that should have left the craft by now. They were positively in awe by the appearance of them. It definitely wasn't your usual crew. But once again, they would have to remember this was not your usual mission. <strong>"Yes. Your supplies are all loaded."</strong> One of the men spoke, while the other signaled toward the gate house. There was a mighty screech as the massive gates begun to slowly open. The man who had spoken led the Chewbra to Faelyn, who grabbed the reins and looked to her crew. <strong>"Last chance then. The craft leaves in five minutes, and you could be on board and forget all about this mission. Otherwise. Let's just get on with it."</strong> With those words, she walked through the gate, leading the Chewbra to the Wastelands. She felt a cold shiver pass through her as she saw the scenery opening before her. There were barely any trees in sight, not that she could see too far through the mist of the endless marshland.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 19:52:19</strong>
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				(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2ynrurs.jpg)<br><br>Sierra remained sitting in the back of the craft as it continued to fly them to their destination.&nbsp; She kept her legs crossed at mid thigh and her arms folded in front of her, looking to be more than a bit annoyed.&nbsp; As Apostle voiced his suggestion of running through the lieutenant and telling Sierra to remained quiet, the knight girl simply rolled her eyes and swung her iron clad foot in front of her.&nbsp; At least the Gemhel girl was professional and goal oriented..well at least mostly.&nbsp; This other knight looking male was looking to be simply blood thirsty and full of himself.&nbsp; It was hard to admit to herself that she'd have to keep a close eye on him and the lieutenant for the time being.. she would not accept any hostile action against the Gemhel woman, at least since she was a vital part of the return trip.&nbsp; Regardless of her annoyance at Apostle, Sierra turned her attention from them both and seemed to be thinking as the craft continued on.<br><br>As the craft landed, the Mage Knight quickly got up and made her way for the exit of the craft.&nbsp; She adjusted the armor around her thighs before getting too far and descended the stairs of the craft, eager to get off the technology mess.&nbsp; As her high heeled boot clad foot placed itself on the ground near the craft, the girl looked around curiously.&nbsp; She had never been this far away from home and the sight of the massive iron gate in front of them was more than enough to send an obvious shiver down her bare backside.&nbsp; She rose an eyebrow in curiosity, looking back at the Gemhel men that had guarded this place...perhaps these people did have more of a backbone than she gave them credit for.&nbsp; Regardless, Sierra walked the rest of the way over to the Chewbra, her thong clad rear swaying behind her rather sensually before she stood near Faelyn.&nbsp; As the lieutenant voiced her question to the crew, Sierra simply shook her head..there was no way she was leaving, not with the reward money promised to them all.&nbsp; Besides, she was finding these Gemhel people more than a little interesting..it would be a good idea to learn more about them.&nbsp; <strong> "Count me in, besides, I am not getting back on that piece of technology."</strong><br><br>As Faelyn led the beast of burden out into the wasteland, Sierra made sure to keep up.&nbsp; Her boots made slightly mushy wet noises under her as they walked out into the swampy area.&nbsp; Looking around, the knight was more than a little surprised at the scenery..no trees and barely any hills to allow for enemies to surprise them.&nbsp; Turning back to look at Faelyn, Sierra offered the woman a questioning look before voicing her question. <strong>"So is this place entirely swampy? It makes me glad I didn't bring any robes now..." </strong>&nbsp; As they walked out, Sierra made sure to keep a hand on the hilt of her sword, looking back at Apostle occasionally in suspicion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:26:51</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/QMjzl.png)<br>❝ <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">T</span></strong>here is no such thing as a happy ending. <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">O</span></strong>nly a more dreadful tale takes its place. ❞<br><br>Apostle awoke as the craft landed just soon enough to see Sierra get up from her seat ready to leave the aircraft. With one hand he lifted the Dragon Slayer holstering it to his back the suit had a magnet like mechanism that would keep it in place since there was no sheath for a blade as large as this. The Swordsman exited the rather beaten craft to see the new area he was in. This was the far most barren place he had ever seen in his short existence. It could be truly claimed as a wasteland. The sheer idea that anything that could live in such a harsh environment be it animal or a human to whatever race or creed. Yet, things were always past peoples expectations so how could this be any different. His inner beast caught his attention since it had been silent since he had come into the craft with the women on he was to be partnered with. It was soon realized why it was like this. <br><br>Apostle turned his head to the direction the female knight was walking towards their leader her derriere caught his eye. Boldly staring down at it until she was near Faelyn. Wearing such clothing she alone was going to be a pain in the ass to avoid, let alone work with. The only thing he could think of was to activate his Berserker Armor once past a certain point and save him the tongue lashing if she caught him staring down the line. He did not know if she had eye on the back of her head, but as soon as he made the plan to do so she turned her attention to him. <strong>"What is there something you want to say to me or are you going to assume I am out to get you?"</strong> Turning away as he exhaled happy that she did not see him stare.<br><br>There was not much that bother him. The wet ground was one of many on the list that did not. Though at night it this place would be cold. '<em>And when that happens you'll want someone to warm your bed.'</em> His hellish inner beast spoke as he walked a few feet behind the rest. <em>'She must not have much shame if she wears such clothing. What will stop you from tearing it off of her? A Gemhel woman with a advanced armor? Ha don't you think it laughabe?!'</em> It ran past Apostle along side the Chewbra. Once again he could not bear that he was the only one that could see this. It eye'd her as prey, as a meal it wanted to eat up. <em>'Mmm I bet you she tastes wonderful.' </em>Its tail wagging as it stopped walking so it could be beside its host. Hopefully the black swordsman could restrain himself when the night came for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cindred</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 10:35:16</strong>
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				((Kimera is out for a week, so we'll just assume Siereis hangs about without doing too much for now.))<br><br>Smiling a little, for a chance, Faelyn nodded at Sierra. She was at least happy that no one was deciding to abandon the mission at the last moment. Even if she wasn't perfectly happy with the crew she had with her, at least she would have a crew. She rather had a somewhat unconventional group of comrades than none at all. Venturing into the wastelands alone would have been less than pleasant experience, and she would have probably gotten killed in her sleep eventually. She only hoped that the dangers of the wastelands would make the group operate together, rather than have them at each other's throats.<br><br><strong>"It's not entirely swampy..."</strong> She responded to Sierra. <strong>"The area we are going for is on a desert, and before then, the marshland will turn into a forest..."</strong> That being said, she already knew that most of the trees of the forests in the wastelands were dead, those that were alive were somehow mutated, and half of the alive ones could prove to be a bit too alive. She didn't feel like saying that now though, they'd still have the marshland to get through first.<br><br>She smirked a little at Apostle's comment and couldn't help but shake he her head and comment on it even if it was directed to Sierra. <strong>"Well, you did mention something about running your sword through me before now..."</strong> She commented. <strong>"Who is to stop you from doing so to anyone else...?"</strong> Her demeanour displayed that she wasn't very worried about it though. On a normal day she might have been. On a normal mission she would have gotten rid of someone who threatened her in any manner. Right now she was so much more worried about the dangers they would face, that someone running their mouth at her was the least of her concerns.<br><br>She made sure that Sessuri and her companion was following her. The aquatic creature seemed to have gone silent for the time being. Maybe they were conversing with each other telepathically. At least the marshlands would suit them. Much better than the desert they were going to face. She only hoped that the water supply would be enough to keep them in condition, or there could be serious trouble.<br><br>"Watch your step in here..." She stated as she headed onwards. The swamps were treacherous, and a singe misstep could end up being fateful. Well, since there were four of them, there was a good chance of rescue, but disturbing the surface could awaken what lied beneath the surface, making any rescuing attempt extremely difficult. <strong>"And stay alert for any movement. There is a good chance that anything you see moving could kill you."</strong> She knew that it probably wasn't a boost for the morale, but she was more interested in staying alive than boosting the morale right now.<br><br>She chose to move on the front, hoping that others wouldn't stray much from the path she took. At least that way they'd have only one person with a good chance of screwing things up for them. Herself. Until a while ago, they had still been within the reach of the snipers and machine guns of the gates, and could have expected help. By now, the mist had made it impossible for the gates, and no one from the gates could possibly see them either, nor would the guns have enough reach to assist them. Further they went the thicker the mist got, to a point where visibility was completely cut off at hundred feet and clear visibility was only just enough to be able to see each other perfectly. Everything else was just... Shadows and outlines. It was seriously creepy.<br><br>Suddenly she felt her foot sink. <strong>"Shit!"</strong> She swore audibly. It was bound to happen sooner or later. "On guard!" She called out to the others as she pulled her foot out slowly and drew his rifle, looking around scanning her surroundings. She could see no movement and sighed silently before turning to look at the others. <strong>"Seems we are alright..."</strong> She stated, relieved. <strong>"Everyone alright..?"</strong> She asked sheathing her rifle, and as her attention was turned to the others, something large rose from behind her. It could have been a tentacle, or some kind of a snake but it made no noise whatsoever, it would keep rising until it was at least ten feet tall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 13:38:47</strong>
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				(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2ynrurs.jpg)<br><br>Sierra continued to walk with the group that was centered all around the Chewbra that carried their supplies.&nbsp; It appeared that the leader preferred to stay at the front, perhaps so she could guide them.&nbsp; Regardless of the reason, the Mage Knight was just glad she got to stay a little more towards the back where she could keep an eye out on the barely visible surroundings and the single male of the group.&nbsp; As he eyed her and spoke over to Sierra, the girl glared back at him, yet did not offer a response.&nbsp; Instead, she just held her nose up at him in a look of contempt.&nbsp; She had not noticed his staring at her armor...or lack thereof and instead had just assumed he was gauging his companions abilities.&nbsp; Rolling her eyes at the male before looking back over her shoulder at the water creature that followed behind them all,&nbsp; the knight was glad that at least their group looked like they could defend themselves should the need arise.<br><br>Sierra turned her attention back to studying the odd misty swamp that they were currently walking through, her metal clad feet making loud squishy wet noises with her every step and the steel armor clanging against itself occasionally.&nbsp; The girl walked with relative ease of pace, something that might be surprising given that her boots had high heels on them.&nbsp; As they walked, Sierra made sure to keep a hand on the hilt of her spell sword.&nbsp; <strong>"Well..I have to say this place doesn't look so bad...perhaps this forest or desert will have better scenery though than this gods' forsaken place."</strong>&nbsp; Sierra shook her head as she spoke, signaling her obvious dislike of the watery ground and thick air.<br><br>As the leader advised them all to stay alert, Sierra simply nodded silently.&nbsp; Her jaw was closed tightly and her keen eyes pierced the thick fog as much as she could for any signs of danger.&nbsp; She hated being wet, but hated not being able to see more.&nbsp; As Faelyn cursed out loud, Sierra stopped in her tracks before looking back up at the woman that lead them all in suspicion and surprise.&nbsp; In a quiet voice, Sierra voiced her question up to Faelyn, <strong>"What? You see something out there?"</strong>&nbsp; Almost by instinct her long sword was in her hand, the shiny metal tip pointed up in front of her as her other hand summoned a simple shield spell.&nbsp; <br><br>Sierra rushed up to the front of the group to see what needed to be done, but as Faelyn instructed them that nothing was wrong after all, the knight let her guard down again, looking perhaps a bit relieved.&nbsp; She shook her head, an annoyed little grin on her pink lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Damn..are all citizens of Gemhel so jumpy?"</strong>&nbsp; She rolled her eyes thinking that the danger was over. However, just as she was about to sheath her weapon again, she saw it..some sort of massive slender object squirming out of the waters of the swamp.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide in surprise before she reacted.&nbsp; She initially threw the shield spell that she had prepared around them all.&nbsp; The spell was quite weak in nature and would only have been able to hold off a few hits...but at least it was a start.&nbsp; Pointing her sword back up to the monster and causing her barely clothed breasts to jiggle rather obviously on her bare chest, Sierra yelled to them all.&nbsp; <strong>"On guard! Looks like we are in trouble after all!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeSane</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 23:46:17</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/QMjzl.png)<br>❝ <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">T</span></strong>here is no such thing as a happy ending. <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">O</span></strong>nly a more dreadful tale takes its place. ❞<br><br>He let them talk amongst themselves not really wishing to talk unless spoken to. Apostle disregarding the glare she had given him seeing it as just a lack of trust, but who could blame them for thinking him as a liability. Just looking at him would give that vibe towards the large weapon carrying swordsman. It was a contempt feeling for him though trust had been through out of the window before he'd met them for his their own safety as well as his own. The less they would care of him the better off each would be. That was his mindset on the matter of friendship as well as long term companion. Apostle quickened his pace not gracing Sierra with his attention, though the image of her stare felt as if daggers stabbed him across his back. As they walked through the marsh he picked up on his fearless leader tell him the reasoning. It was better to explain himself now then wait later on. Without turning her way he spoke boldly.<br><br>"I say such because my trust for others is limited. We all are not on the terms to develop such bonds. It is written on each and ever one of our bodies, and even how we see each other as an individual. To you I am nothing more then a brute with the IQ only meant to swing a sword and fight, yet unbenounced to you the stereotype you give me from the lack of willingness I hold to put my faith in you." His guard was down as he spoke from his heart as he started into the emptiness of the fog. "A beast that must be looked upon from a safe distance, or it will devour you. Put your trust in a beast? Can you all do that?" Once the leader had said to stay alert he did the very opposite relaxing a bit. With everyone on edge one needed to be calm and collected if something went wrong. Lazily Apostle reached behind him taking hold of the lumbering sword of solid iron. If the were close they cold see the edges of the blade were dull and could not cut something so easily. "It is probably just a small mammal or something like that."<br><br>He took hold of the egg like pendent around his neck and stared at it for a minute observing if it would do as it always did. One of its eyes that had been arranged at random opened up slightly as if woken up at stared with a blue eye. He still had no idea what to do with this thing. Long ago the details were that at the time he needed it the most his wish would come true. <em>'No matter what I cannot get my wish.'</em> Once he let go of it the fog had gotten much more thick. His already limited vision gave him trouble. "Damn it..." He said looking around&nbsp; His blade In a ready to swing motion.<br><br>When Sierra said something about danger he turned around to see the dark shadow of the creature. He did not even swing inside he throw his weapon as if a spear toward in the monsters direction. He had to get his armor ready if not he would be open. Along his back of his clothing a black substance covered his body slowly forming the plating along his arms and thighs, as well as the other parts of his body. It looked like simple magic, but the armor was apart of his body since the first time he wore it. It had not fully formed so the the only piece missing was the helm. Apostle was now ready to take on the threat his group faced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cindred</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 11:08:55</strong>
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				Faelyn blinked as Sierra conjured the small shield around them. <strong>"What are you..?"</strong> And then she realized they were concentrating to a point right behind her while telling everyone to be on guard. Before she could turn she saw Aposte slinging his sword into her direction, like a spear. She ducked quickly, reflexively, althought the spear would have quite possibly flown over her head anyway, being aimed at something behind her. Finally she pulled her riffle as she span around. She could see the sword now buried inside the monster, black substance, likely blood, leaking from the wound. If nothing else, it would give them a bit more time.<br><br><strong>"What the fuck are you...?"</strong> She muttered as her gun started to power up. She couldn't immediately shoot, as her weapon was energy powered, and needed to charge for a moment. The monster spat something green toward her, but it was deflected in the shield spell, strangely remaining to float in the mid air on the surface of the shield. Faelyn was relieved to say the least, and finally, her weapon was charged. She couldn't see the monster through the green jelly that was now plastered along the surface of the shield, not until the monster rammed straight through it. Apparently the initial attack had weakened the shield enough for the massive creature to charge through, then again, shield spells weren't made to work best against battering rams. Faelyn pulled the trigger immediately, exploding the monster's head only a couple of feet from herself, she got splashed by the black blood and god knows what in the process and staggered back, falling on her back while the creature flopped onto the ground lifelessly.<br><br>She was breathing deeply and gasped silently, feeling a little bit shaky. <strong>"Shit..."</strong> She muttered as she slowly started to get up, only to see numerous similar creatures starting to rise up all over her field of vision. <strong>"Thanis* help us..."</strong> She spoke to herself more than anything. She tried to think on her feet, she wasn't sure they could take on them, and worse, she wasn't sure she could get this foolhardy bunch to retread. Hell, she didn't want to retreat, she wanted to rip every single one of those creatures apart, but completing the mission took priority, and she could not afford to lose anyone. <strong>"Retreat!"</strong> She commanded as she scrambled up. "Run! Just fucking run!" She yelled to the others. For all she knew, there were infinite number of the swamp monsters out there and just one had proved to be slightly troublesome.<br><br>She took the direction where there was a bit of an opening from all the creatures, dodging those green blobs they were spitting from their mouths and doing her best avoiding sinking into the swamp. <em>'So this is what hell is like...'</em> She thought to her, she could only hope the others were following her, because they just did not have time to regroup. At least Sessuri and the Chewbra was following, she wasn't sure of the others.<br><br>After running for a short distance, but what felt like eternity, she suddenly saw a blue disc of energy whizz right past her head, then another one. She dived to the ground as soon as she realized there were more to come <strong>"Take cover!"</strong>. They just seemed to go from one trouble into another. The discs continued past her, and to her great surprise, they seemed to be aimed at the monsters and not for her, and they sure were effective, cutting through the creatures like butter. She lift her head up to see what was going on. There was a giantic winged creature on the ground, for a moment she thought it was a dragon, but then she recognized it as a wyvern. It's massive scorpion tail flailed around, keeping the swamp monsters behind it at bay and it's massive jaws bit through anything that got too close. And on the back of it, in a basked, that was used like a saddle, stood a robed man, waving his staff, shooting those blue discs to cut down the monsters. <strong>"Get here! He won't hurt you!"</strong> He yelled to the group, not stopping his attack on the swamp creatures. <strong>"I can't hold them off for long!" </strong><br><br>Faelyn looked to the others, if they had indeed followed. She didn't trust anyone on the wastelands. So she was concerned either they would get cheved up by the swamp monsters or the wyvern. Well, they could probably take care of the wyvern and the mage, but the swamp monsters would still chew them up. So if they took the man's offer and got out of here, they'd still stand a chance if they had to fight. <strong>"I say we go with him.."</strong> She muttered as she started to get up. It wasn't a command, she couldn't tell them to trust a random mage out of nowhere, after all.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">*Thanis, the god of justice and right, the god of protection.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Someting Strange (RoA)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 09:50:54</strong>
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				(http://oi47.tinypic.com/2ynrurs.jpg)<br><br>As the monster rose up behind the unsuspecting Faelyn, Sierra was busy concentration all her effort into holding up the energy shield she had placed around them like a large purple bubble.&nbsp; However, because of the speed with which she had cast the spell, the shield lacked much power.&nbsp; She knelt down on the swampy grass, her armor clad knees on the moist ground and head bowed downwards, as first Apostle swung his weapon into the beast and then Faelyn powered up her own weapon to fight back.&nbsp; As the creature spat its disgusting ooze onto the glowing orb, Sierra let out a few cries of pain as she worked to keep the strength of the thing up.&nbsp; <br><br>However, all her efforts were for naught as soon as the monster rammed into the shield, shattering it instantly into a million shards of purple glass.&nbsp; The knight mage gasped in surprise before she fell forward onto her palms from the pain of trying to hold up the now broken spell.&nbsp; Luckily, her companions had finished off the beast, giving the armor clad mage enough time to catch her breath and sit back up again before brushing off her hands of the moist grass.&nbsp; She rose an eyebrow in surprise at the sight of the dead worm before stating, <strong>"What the Hell was that thing?"</strong>&nbsp; Despite her displeasure at having met such a potentially dangerous foe so soon, the mage girl was actually quite pleased with her companions...they had shown both a quick response time and effective battle tactics.&nbsp; Of course, she had no intentions of telling any of them her thoughts.<br><br>Before anyone would have had time to properly respond, Sierra's eyes went wide in surprise at the sight of more monsters popping out of the swampy terrain and the sight of the lieutenant getting up and running off.&nbsp; The knight cursed under her breath before she stood upright again and adjusted her armor around her thighs before running off after the Gemhel woman.&nbsp; At first she thought that other woman was a coward for wanting to retreat, but in the back of her mind Sierra knew that retreat was their only valid option.&nbsp; She looked over her shoulder towards Apostle to make sure he was coming, <strong>"Hey! Mr. sour...er...Apostle..let's get the fuck out of here before we are simply outnumbered!"</strong>&nbsp; As she ran after the Gemhel woman, Sierra's long red hair in the ponytail flew behind her gracefully and her black and lacy thong digging into her rear and her bra coverings stuck to her slightly sweaty form quite tightly and revealingly.&nbsp; Additionally, since her large breasts had minimal support aside from their natural firmness, the large orbs bounced up and down in front of her as she struggled to keep up with the agile Faelyn.&nbsp; She would occasionally turn to look back over her shoulder at the monsters that were all around them now.&nbsp; Summoning up her energy, she shot out fireballs back at the creatures..nothing too spectacular but hopefully enough to distract or slow them down.&nbsp; However, as she ran the girl had more trouble than the more agile Faelyn and accidentally stepped into a few of the large puddles in the path.&nbsp; The girl cursed under her breath at her own clumsiness as the disgusting swamp water got on her ebony high heeled boots.&nbsp; <br><br>She ran for what seemed like a mile in those high heels until finally she saw Faelyn duck down for cover as the magical projectiles shot past them towards their pursuers.&nbsp; By now the knight girl was laying flat on the ground next to Faelyn, getting her bare front slightly dirty on the swamp ground.&nbsp; As she looked up to study the person shooting those blue spells, a sly smirk formed on Sierra's pink lips after she heard Faelyn's question.&nbsp; Without even bothering to respond to the question, the mage knight girl quickly stood up and ran towards the obvious mage on the back of the beast.&nbsp; She looked back at her own group, that same stupid smile on her face as she motioned for them to hurry up. <strong>"Comon slowpokes!&nbsp; Only with the might of a mage can we hope to escape from this threat!"</strong>&nbsp; Turning back, the girl continued to run towards the wyvern and mage, her sword scabbed clinking loudly against her armored thighs.<br><br><br><br>-----------------------------<br>EDIT 10/9<br><br>It's been over 20 days since the last post and I am assuming it is due to disinterest and not because people are busy since most of us have posted many MANY times elsewhere.&nbsp; So I am just gonna go ahead and call this over due to disinterest.&nbsp; Thanks for the fun people and a great setting I think Cindred *claps*.<br><br>
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