Grey Onyx
Grey noticeably soured at the mention of the new guards. "Those things aren't human, they can't be... Some of us are still around you know, the organized ones left but there's about a couple dozen freelancers like myself still here." He explained, though it was clear he didn't want to talk about the subject right now. He listened to Meirin speak of her training. Interesting magic, weaving. It was so different from the other types... "You guys never cease to amaze me. I mean, you all stuck around, and you aren't even bound by contract! Not that I'd ever consider abandoning any of you." He said, pride obvious in his voice. These little chats always reminded him that the people here were worth protecting, that he'd made a good choice in applying here.
Soon however, one of those false guards had come for the two of them, apparently they were to report to lucilia...
Later...
It was... a lot to take in. Evidently, Lucilia was sending the students out to take care of what was likely a group of renegade mages, and he was attached to keep them safe. Part of him was somewhat satisfied, he was far better as a personal bodyguard than a patrol guard. But, he had several misgivings about the company... there was Leith, who was actually quite friendly, but had that relic of demonic origin attached to his arm. He didn't trust it. There was Athalus, the one who ordered the crossbow. it might just be paranoia, but the guy seemed like the sort of man who was always up to no good. Mar... Mar needed no explanation. She was abrasive and had these alien values he simply didn't understand. And Coco... At first, Coco creeped him out, but at this point he found the girl adorable.
He walked out to the gate, seeing Athalus was already there, which was good, he'd gotten there early. He waved, but tripped on a loose stone as one of his belt pouches fell to the ground, coming open and scattering papers everywhere. "Gods... Can you help me gather these?" he said, as he rosed, rubbing at his arm as he set about picking them up. They were wanted posters of various criminals he'd collected. While he was no bounty hunter, he liked to familiarize himself with prominent ne'er do wells, so that he'd know what people to look out for on the job. Most of them came from Djarkel, and more than half of them came from a nasty little place by the name of port slaughter, most of which were worthless as they were renditions of disguises most of the gods-damn time.
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Isaiah Markul
The armored giant looked down from his position on the gate, the occasional arrow clinking off his shoulder as he gazed upon the battle below him, bathed in an unnatural slate light as the sun blazed, an abominable crimson tone. As he felt the fear in his gut, it was clear this was not natural. He was described as unshakeable in his time and they were right; fear was not something he succumbed to easily. As such, it didn't really effect him, but it was there. The defenders however, were VERY affected, and that was what was important.
He thought to earlier, his emergence. Evidently, the stone he was sealed in was used to construct a castle, and when one of the large bricks in the castle exploded a few hours ago, depositing him onto the floor, the guards were more than a little concerned. It's a good thing he was Spiritually bound to the stone, if he was physically inside it he likely would have been chopped up as they carved it, he was bigger than that brick even. Anyway, he was instantly beset by guards, and after a storm of arguing he managed to learn that this castle was under siege. He didn't know where he was, or when he was, but as they didn't kill him on sight he figured that he would help repel the invaders and get this nonsense all sorted out when things were calm. Not that he cared about either side, but it was clear that since he was already in the place it would be far easier to defend than to help conquer the castle and take his chances with the invaders. Especially considering that he didn't feel as strong as I should.
The defenders being as desperate as they were, they allowed him to assist as long as he would submit to interrogation afterwards (even though he planned to interrogate them). So, here he was, The great Lord Isaiah Markul, the mighty Black Knight, helping defend... somewhere. He looked to his left, an archer clutching his bow, shaking. He placed an armored hand on his shoulder, and spoke. "You feel it too? That dread?" He said in his deep baritone. He was intimidating, but his tone didn't convey any menace. "The enemy's trickery is strong. But you aren't just any man, you are a soldier. Are you going to let fear rule you, like some wild animal? Are you going to give up, and allow these invaders to run free in your home?" The archer hesitated for a moment, before a look of determination flashed on his face and he shook his head. The baron lifted his hand, and pointed to the enemy. "Then show them real fear!" He shouted, as he begun to raise his voice so the other defenders could hear him, bashing his shield with his hand for emphasis. "Strike them down! Beat these vermin back to the pits they congealed from! THIS. GATE. WILL. NOT. FALL!!!" With a wave of his hand, a loose brick shot out, knocking a ladder back with immense force.
Markul then caught sight of some odd iron shape being dragged to the gate by some beasts he didn't recognise. As they deposited it, he raised his hand, tossing a boulder down and watching it dent harmlessly off the carapace. It was then he felt the gate... ripple. Vibrations in the ground... He became alarmed (not visibly, thanks helmet) as he had an idea of what was going on. If they didn't deal with it, the gate would in fact fall. He quickly brainstormed a way to take care of it as a devious idea came about. He raised his hand and made a fist, intent on putting his skill to a more creative use. There was likely something in there doing this, and the shell was damn near invincible from the outside, it looked. But, Markul controlled the very ground, ground the shell wouldn't protect from. The cobblestones would be propelled upwards with great force, normally an unfocused attack not worthy of the energy expended to cast it, but with that dome the cobblestones would ricochet with great speed, annihilating anything made of flesh that would be hiding inside. Or at least wounding whatever was in there to uselessness.
The armored giant looked down from his position on the gate, the occasional arrow clinking off his shoulder as he gazed upon the battle below him, bathed in an unnatural slate light as the sun blazed, an abominable crimson tone. As he felt the fear in his gut, it was clear this was not natural. He was described as unshakeable in his time and they were right; fear was not something he succumbed to easily. As such, it didn't really effect him, but it was there. The defenders however, were VERY affected, and that was what was important.
He thought to earlier, his emergence. Evidently, the stone he was sealed in was used to construct a castle, and when one of the large bricks in the castle exploded a few hours ago, depositing him onto the floor, the guards were more than a little concerned. It's a good thing he was Spiritually bound to the stone, if he was physically inside it he likely would have been chopped up as they carved it, he was bigger than that brick even. Anyway, he was instantly beset by guards, and after a storm of arguing he managed to learn that this castle was under siege. He didn't know where he was, or when he was, but as they didn't kill him on sight he figured that he would help repel the invaders and get this nonsense all sorted out when things were calm. Not that he cared about either side, but it was clear that since he was already in the place it would be far easier to defend than to help conquer the castle and take his chances with the invaders. Especially considering that he didn't feel as strong as I should.
The defenders being as desperate as they were, they allowed him to assist as long as he would submit to interrogation afterwards (even though he planned to interrogate them). So, here he was, The great Lord Isaiah Markul, the mighty Black Knight, helping defend... somewhere. He looked to his left, an archer clutching his bow, shaking. He placed an armored hand on his shoulder, and spoke. "You feel it too? That dread?" He said in his deep baritone. He was intimidating, but his tone didn't convey any menace. "The enemy's trickery is strong. But you aren't just any man, you are a soldier. Are you going to let fear rule you, like some wild animal? Are you going to give up, and allow these invaders to run free in your home?" The archer hesitated for a moment, before a look of determination flashed on his face and he shook his head. The baron lifted his hand, and pointed to the enemy. "Then show them real fear!" He shouted, as he begun to raise his voice so the other defenders could hear him, bashing his shield with his hand for emphasis. "Strike them down! Beat these vermin back to the pits they congealed from! THIS. GATE. WILL. NOT. FALL!!!" With a wave of his hand, a loose brick shot out, knocking a ladder back with immense force.
Markul then caught sight of some odd iron shape being dragged to the gate by some beasts he didn't recognise. As they deposited it, he raised his hand, tossing a boulder down and watching it dent harmlessly off the carapace. It was then he felt the gate... ripple. Vibrations in the ground... He became alarmed (not visibly, thanks helmet) as he had an idea of what was going on. If they didn't deal with it, the gate would in fact fall. He quickly brainstormed a way to take care of it as a devious idea came about. He raised his hand and made a fist, intent on putting his skill to a more creative use. There was likely something in there doing this, and the shell was damn near invincible from the outside, it looked. But, Markul controlled the very ground, ground the shell wouldn't protect from. The cobblestones would be propelled upwards with great force, normally an unfocused attack not worthy of the energy expended to cast it, but with that dome the cobblestones would ricochet with great speed, annihilating anything made of flesh that would be hiding inside. Or at least wounding whatever was in there to uselessness.
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Oh, look. A wizard casting a spell at the gate, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of iron. Wouldn't it be shame if like the ground or something killed him?
Okay, posted. Had Markul toss the boulder that bounced off the thing earlier, because it seemed all too perfect. For the record, he's basically out of excess energy, any more Geomancy will physically tire him until the Tear is given a few hours to recharge.
Okay, posted. Had Markul toss the boulder that bounced off the thing earlier, because it seemed all too perfect. For the record, he's basically out of excess energy, any more Geomancy will physically tire him until the Tear is given a few hours to recharge.
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If I have him arise in an urban area I'll likely start with him having gotten up a few days ago. And he's not a maniac, he's not going to go around snapping defenseless women in half...
In any event, if the city is under siege I think I'll assist the defenders...
In any event, if the city is under siege I think I'll assist the defenders...
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That's fine, I just don't like getting chided for a mistake and repeating it. anyway, where's a good spot to jump in?
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Now, to read the IC...
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Freeshooter. Kheris who owns the Fifth Dynasty of Kheris is over five hundred years old, you're not the only legend :PAlso, just wait till his sheet is up...
Just under 1000! Bam! anyway, Gm said he didn't like pissing contests, so lets cut it out.
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He only really exists as a simple bedtime story by now. Of course, sandy terrain is one of the places you shouldn't fight him anyway. Next to quarries, mountains, and caves.
Anyway, what locations do I have to choose from here?
Anyway, what locations do I have to choose from here?
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Sep said
Too long.Well it depends where you rise. Rise in the Dynasty be prepared to be whooped by some seriously kick ass wannabegods.If it is in Amaryth I am sure Echo and Ellri will have fun attacking you :P
He's probably more worried about his castle being replaced with a cheap tavern.
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