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Sicon had once again struck the swordsman, but not without consequenses. He failed to parry the next strike. And with that, the man began to run. Probably to gain some distance and patch his wounds before coming back for another round. That will not do, Sicon thought. I can hardly take him at full strength! A second wind would be...deadly. But at the same time, the soldier was unwilling to surrender his high ground. Fortunately, though, he didn't have to. Equip Javelin, attack Mercenary

"Gyaah!" Sicon had taken an advantageous vantage point, but still that swordsman was...ugh! He wasn't going down quickly. Another arrow came and missed. No matter. Hopefully a third would just miss too. But with his current lance out, Sicon couldn't strike back at the archer without exposing himself. He considered the javelin strapped to him for a moment...but no. He couldn't move very quickly using it, and he could always strike back later. But what he could do..."Hyaaaargh!" Attack Mercenary, hope that Hunter misses again.

I THOUGHT I TURNED THE DAMN THING OFF BUT I DIDN'T APPARENTLY But in all seriousness, Mountains SHOULD provide better cover than the woods. And I know I can't take a hit from all three of these guys.

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Sicon had stopped for a breather amidst a few trees. They provided cover and something sturdy to lean on. Marching is tiresome. But no sooner had he glanced at, and ignored, the burglar-looking-guy than a rustling of leaves alerted him to a more threatening presence. A more official-looking swordsman charged. Sicon sidestepped and responded with a quick poke. Orders were unless civilians were endangered, but basic protocol says if you are attacked, fight back. He looked back at the thiefy guy, only to see him swing a blade too! Sicon sidestepped again, responding in kind with a good thrust, and immediately after this happened, a loud thunk left an arrow in a nearby tree. That was close...Ugh, I could use better cover. Maybe a vantage point higher up...Damn. Sicon resolved that the best way to resolve this was to take them all down. One...by...one. "I wasn't going to attack before, but you've forced my hand!" Sicon to Q9, Attack Hunter. If this is not doable, stay put and attack Thief.

Staying IN CHARACTER

Finally, the tree toppled over, providing a very convenient bridge. Sicon balanced his way across it and continued to march forward, keeping his orders in mind. The man next to him didn't look like the type to attack civilians. No, he seemed more of a burglar. But burglars were not what Sicon was here to stop. Sicon to P10

The tree started to bend. Huh...the tree's more resilient than I thought, Sicon thought. But no sooner had he thought this than he shrugged it off and readied his lance again. "Heh...well, if at first you don't succeed!..." Attack snag...again.

Eric started to pace, muttering to himself. It was impossible to make out what it was; not only was he mumbling, but his hand was in his mouth, nails being chewed on. He didn't know what to do. He needed help, obviously, but where was he gonna get it? With the pair's nationality, they would be lucky if they weren't arrested on the spot. However, Eric stopped when he heard a faint cough. Eric stooped down to hear what his dear friend had to say. He was shocked. Accolon was acting...like he was going to die. "No. No, no, nonononononono. NO." Eric snapped back, trying to hold back the doubt in his voice, "Do not, I repeat, do NOT talk like that. This is not going to be one of THOSE stories. You are going to get up and walk away from here. Just...just hold on." Eric stood up and frantically looked around..for anyone. And then he saw...the man who had approached them. With the fear of losing his only companion in so long clear in his voice and expression, he looked the man dead in the eye and uttered a single, quiet word... "Help." Eric didn't wait long for a response. There wasn't enough time. He paused for five seconds, then, without thinking, ran as fast as he could carry himself into the city streets, desperately begging and calling as loud as he could for someone to come and help his dying friend. Hopefully someone would look past his golden coat...Someone had to.

Today looked grim. That was all Eric could think as he woke up and set off with Accolon and his wyvern, Unil, just like he had done for the past...well, he couldn't remember. The two had been running for days, every one of which just as dangerous. Every sky just as foreboding. Every wound just as fatal. So he couldn't help but feel skeptical as he and his compatriot approached Raewald. No doubt they wouldn't take kindly to Deirans in full armor. But still, it was better than the situation behind them...no way anyone would take them back after their little stunt. Eric didn't know whether or not they were still being hunted, or even if they were being hunted in the first place. He assumed so; a few arrows had come their way while they made their...escape. He hadn't the time to look back and check whether there were more. He could always hope not, but a subtle paranoia never refused to erase the idea. However, the thought seemed to leave his mind as a city started to come into view. Finally, civilization! he thought, dreaming of how all the pain suffered over these weeks would be forgotten as they settled into a new place...until all those thoughts were dashed away when Unil let out a cry and stopped flying. Then came the descent. Eric didn't know how to fly. All he could do was shout at the exhausted wyvern and hope for the best...Or, more accurately, brace for the worst. And the worst came, in the form of the ground. He was tossed to the ground and landed with a thud. He opened his eyes not seconds later to see his friend, arm extended, gasping out a few words that were barely audible over Eric's ringing ears. However, Eric understood the shakiness. The pain in his tone. Crap, it must've been...well, he didn't know. Could be old wounds reopening, could be...were they shot down? But it was something. Something that wasn't getting thrown off a wyvern. "Doesn't matter what passage we've been given if you can't walk through it!" Eric shouted at his friend, who really didn't deserve to be shouted at, "Now get up so we can get you to a healer or...something!" Staggering to his feet, Eric tried to get Accolon off the ground. No point. In full plate, he was too heavy. And just to make matters worse...here came some...whoever the hell this guy was, saying something about this not being Deira. "He's HURT, that's what's happening! And I'm well aware, thank you very much! Now WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!" Eric yelled, going into full-blown panic mode.

Sicon was still lost. Which...really wasn't an unusual occurrence for him. He turned and twisted and glanced but saw no villages nor bandits. He did, however, see a pegasus knight fly overhead. The peg brigade was on their side, so logically, they must be headed in the right direction. He decided to follow, but soon approached an obstacle: A river. Damn...I can't swim in this armor! Sicon thought as he followed the line, looking for a bridge or...something. And before long, he came upon...a fairly dead-looking tree. He gave it a look, and after glancing back at the river, figured it should suffice as an impromptu bridge. Sicon to O13, Attack Snag

1. I just realized we have nothing with any semblance to a Lord. 2. What I meant with the "discuss here" stuff is, well, especially if we pick up and get more players, it might start to get...inconvenient, lugging a post around.

Nah, it's cool. No one needs to move it anywhere.

Heh. Good thing I read this BEFORE posting a reaction. And so we're using this thread to chat about this stuff?

Sicon was lost in his own mind, wondering what the report could have been...when whoever-the-heck-she-was's voice rang out again. This time, he heard it loud and clear. Trouble in the north. Guess that's what it was about, he thought. Knowing that trouble usually meant...well, brigands, Sicon stood fully upright, holding his lance point-down, awaiting directions. Said orders came, and with a salute and a "Yes, sir!", Sicon charged off, tuning out all other noise to repeat his commands...Go north and do not engage unless civilians are threatened...Go north and do not engage unless civilians are threatened...hold on a second...which way was north? Sicon stopped in his tracks, unsure of whether to head forward or back. The sun rises in the east and sets in the...and the sun was at its peak. Which way was that sunrise earlier?...He didn't remember that. Only how pretty it was.

...And just as quick as what's-her-face landed, she was back in the air. So much for a break. That Pegasus must be worn out by now...Sicon couldn't quite make out the last bit, but given the quick return to the sky...eh, maybe it was a report instead of a shift change or break time. Which means that there must have been something report-worthy. Sicon stood a little straighter, still knowing that one of the other guards would probably be handling it anyway. He was of half a mind to go and ask what the report was about, or be part of the...welcoming committee, but ultimately decided against it. A good, obedient guard stays at their post...

Sicon continued to stare at the pegasus and its flight, following the loops. He would have preferred lazier, carefree circles as opposed to the purpose and authority of the patrol route, but either way, he still found himself lost in the path. However, his concentration broke when the creature came down for a landing. The rider dismounted her steed and began to speak to another knight. Sicon listened to the words out of boredom more than anything. The speaker was oddly loud for being so far away, and he recognized the voice. Wasn't that the complainy rider what filed in with the Gastallan brigade earlier? What was her name...Lola?...Lilith?...Muh. As the knight...reflected...on the situation, Sicon shifted his weight, and now put quite a bit of it on his poor, thin lance. He had mixed feelings about what she said. While he agreed that Jovia should be able to defend itself, he also felt kinda...slighted. Like there was a bit of condescending in the words somewhere...He grumbled a little. Ultimately, he didn't care who he worked with, long as he got his task completed. But still, pretentious people are a hassle...

Sicon stood at his post as usual, staring off into the distance as he leaned on his lance. The stare was almost vacant, as nothing that came from that horizon ever seemed to matter to him. The pegasus knights always spot travelers before his lazy eye could, and he wasn't usually the guy who did examinations, either. He just...stood and watched like a good little guard. He had taken the early shift today, and had been standing in that same spot since before dawn. The sunrise was beautiful, and thinking of it often justified the sleepiness he felt on the tail ends of these shifts, his growling stomach from skipping breakfast, and the fact that he couldn't feel his asleep feet. He sometimes corrected his blank expression and focused on a pegasus patrol, circling the sky...

I'm gonna have to jump on the "more please" bandwagon. I'd like to know where the hell we are so I can make a character. I'm trying to get all the experience I can get, so of course I'm interested, but...

...Fern was at a loss for words. And she was NEVER at a loss for words. Manaketes going power crazy...something just didn't sit right. How did Grima hold back all the dragon's power? And since the Fell Dragon is gone now...doesn't that mean there's LESS evil? "So...this Resistance," she finally spoke, "Are they...taking down all the insane Manaketes?"

Fern took...Cinyr's...hand and shook it for a second, before bringing her own behind her head. However, what he said...confused her. Manaketes degenerating? That didn't make sense. I mean, sure, there's always a couple wackjobs out there, but an entire species can't go insane...besides, she thought, I've never met anything with wings that I didn't like. Except maybe wasps. "Um...what do you mean, Manaketes are 'degenerating'? As in, insanity? Dragons do that? But aren't they the 'appointed mouthpiece of the gods' or something?"

Fern was visibly stunned at the boy's words. The only people keeping us alive...war? What war? She paused for a moment, but stopped pausing once the boy asked a question she DID know the answer to. "Oh, I didn't...well, I'm Fern. And, in case you didn't catch it before, this beautiful creature here..." She stroked Fauna's wing as she said this, "...Is Fauna. What's your name?" She reached her hand out. "And if you don't mind my asking, what war? I don't remember any war going on..."

"See, I told them! Everyone falls off their mount at some point. I'm just taking a little longer to-" Fern was cut off by the boy(I really should ask his name or something, she thought), asking if she was part of...the...Resistance? What Resistance? Last she checked, there wasn't any rebellion. Or much of a reason to start one. "Part of the what now?"

"I mean, I give you the same amount of food that I always...Muh?" In her brief tangent, she had actually forgotten about the boy. It wasn't until he spoke again that she remembered his existence. "Fell?...Yeah. Don't worry, though, Fauna here's an excellent flier. We practice every day! I mean, we never do anything other than a nice, gentle pleasure cruise, but hey, I love being in the air and she gets to stretch her wings! I just tend to fall off sometimes you know?" Almost before she was done with the sentence, her face drooped. "Aw, man, and I was setting a new accident-free record! I made it two weeks without dropping out of the sky!" Her gaze shot back over to the boy, "Have you ever fallen out of the sky before? I tell ya, hurts like there's no tomorrow, but eventually you get used to it...ugh, I still fall the most out of anyone I know..."